for those few precious moments i had no worries at all

Mrs Willison’s Homemade Jam

by reddit user FamilialDichotomy

As a child, I was a picky eater like I assume most children are. As my parents tell it, my eating habits transcended normal childhood proclamations of “I don’t like broccoli!” and evolved into a refusal to eat absolutely anything of substance. Things other children might eat and enjoy like chicken nuggets, spaghetti, or even a hot dog were shunned by toddler me. It got to the point, they say, where they and my paediatrician became concerned for my health.

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Makeup Marichat May, Day 11. Age-up Marinette!

Title: Change
Word Count: 1,934

It’d been a while since he really saw her last. After they’d gone off to university, he’d had a hectic schedule that didn’t allow him much time to socialize with his friends from middle school or high school. Plus, with Nino away in Spain, and Alya’s web journalism internship they hardly had a chance to all get together.

Seeing her now, sitting on her balcony quietly consumed in sketching, Chat Noir was hit with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.

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Overtime (m)

@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU 
Word Count: 12,037
Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.

Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.

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To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!

Well, you get the idea.

Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.

You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.

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No decency II Pt.1

There were two things you despised in your current situation. The first thing accrued to be that your mom decided to move in with her new husband. The second one was that playboy number one Jeon Jungkook turns out to be your new stepbrother. As your parents spontaneously go on vacation you and Jungkook have to deal with the building tension between the two of you until an upcoming house party leaves you panting underneath him.


genre: stepbrother!jungkook, dom!jungkook, smut

word count: 9.8k

The music was loud enough to wake you up. With a tired hand you grabbed your phone from your night stand to see that it was just six in the morning. At least two hours of your holy sleep got taken and it made you furious. Who the hell was that ignorant to think of getting ready with such an amount of noises at this time of day. Sure thing it had to be Jeon Jungkook. Your dear new stepbrother whom you knew was the iconic playboy of your college had no decency. It was not the first time such a morning was presented to you.Groaning you tried to open your eyes against the light of your phone while shoving the warm sheets off your body. Heavy steps followed as you dragged yourself to the bathroom across your bedroom. It turned out that the suspect had forgotten to close the door so that the music flowed around the floor to your own bedroom. It was too much for you and this is why you just stormed inside. Why had he to fuck your mind at this rate? Your sleep was something you treasured and now you will not be able to get it soon. “The fuck! Jungkook! Turn the fucking volume down before I kill you”, you shouted brows furrowed with anger. But just at this moment your eyes accustomed to the bright light of the bathroom’s lamp. Shock traced your tired features. Jungkook looked at you with confusion and amusement as he saw why you were so shook. Your own fault for barging in on another person as he took a shower, he thought. One of his hands pulling up the towel around his waist a grin spread across his face.

“Y/n, don’t you think it’s rude to barge in on me after taking a shower?”, his low teasing voice filled the room, “If you really want to get a glance at my naked body you just have to ask. I won’t refuse such a wish of my cute little stepsister.”

Avoiding your gaze from his toned chest and those delicious looking abs was not an easy task. This is why you stared at him with wide eyes while his dark wet hair caused drops of water to fall onto his naked torso. A loud gulp was heard whereas Jungkook turned his body in your direction. Not even the small towel could hide what lay underneath it. The piece of cloth hung loose on his hips so that the outline of a light path of hair was left at the hem of it. Your eyes traced it only for a short time but long enough for him to notice.

“Like what you see?”, Jungkook’s voice got an octave lower. You seemed not to realize the missing distance that separated your bodies before his voice woke you from your trance.

“Fuck off, okay? Just turn this shitty music off. Have you no decency?”, you said, turning on your heels. “Better try to adapt in this family or you get a beating.” Those were the words before you pulled out the plug of his music box.

Jungkook clearly was amused as he watched your actions. He developed a thing for your little outburst the last few weeks. Low giggles escaped his throat:“How would she even try to beat me?”


Fuming you tried to get some more sleep but it was impossible. After discovering Jungkook half naked with droplets of water running down his perfect chest your thoughts hung upon this picture. Sparks of the moment appeared every time you closed your eyes wherefore you decided to go through your stuff for the upcoming exam. Concentrated work distracted you from the images of your stepbrother until your mother called for breakfast.

Slowly you got downstairs turning around as you saw that he appeared right behind you. Without saying anything your movements got faster. You would not deal with him twice a day. Jungkook only grinned at you actions. He knew that it would not be long before he would have you, he was sure about that. Right after meeting you he planed to crush your daily life and your oh so holy pretending of a happy family. Therefore he just had to wait for the right opportunity to catch you.

“Sit down, we have to announce something”, your mother made sure that you both had your breakfast as she and her husband sat across the two of you. “As you both know your dad and I didn’t have a chance to go on our honeymoon. Please, y/n, before you say something let me speak. A few days ago we booked a flight for two weeks to Australia. This means we have to speak about some rules while we are gone.”

Shock washed over you. Was she for real right now? They wanted to go on vacation, sure thing, but this meant for you and Jungkook to be alone for two whole weeks? Disbelief sneaked up to you face as you stared at your mom. There was no way you would both survive those weeks. Neither he would be thrown out by you or killed. Another option was just impossible.

“But this is wonderful! We will get along so well, don’t worry”, Jungkook spoke while laying his arm around your shoulders. Your natural instinct was to wiggled his arm down but to your surprise he gripped you even harder. “We won’t stand in your way if you want to have a romantic holiday.”

The boy’s eyebrows shot up while winking at your parents. Even your mom’s cheeks flushed at his actions. Was there anybody you could resist his charms? Satisfying enough, there was you.

“To be honest, we would fly even without your blessings my son”, his father interfered with a slight smile. “But you two have to follow some rules if you don’t want to be left with your grandma beside you.”

The boy next to you stiffened. It seamed he would never allow his father to organise some sort of babysitter for him.

“First parties”, he continued, “Throw them but if anything precious is shattered or some of your friends touch my car I will chop your heads off. Second cleaning. Just make sure that after we are back our house is sparkling.”

“We even made a list for the things you have to do. And y/n, if you want to use the pool, there is an annual on how to use the pump…”


After your breakfast you were more exhausted than this early morning as Jungkook woke you up. All the instructions were written down by your parents. It would have been so relaxing if there were not the hot dork you were forced to live with. Why had your parents allowed to throw parties in the first place? You knew there would not be a single evening without a huge amount of salacious girls and drunken boys running around the house. Even now you could feel how a headache loomed behind your forehead. On your way to your lecture you could hear how footsteps approached you.

“Y/n, just so you know let them have their awaited honeymoon”, a low voice began to speak. Your own eyes rolled up you stopped.

“You know what? I don’t even care just don’t get on my fucking nerves while they are gone”, your tone showed how annoyed you actually were. You really did not care if they were gone but you wanted a little peace from him even if it was just in college. That was the reason why you resumed your path to the huge building in front of you.

“Why so prickly”, a laugh followed, “I don’t want anything from you. But a few guys will be sleeping over for some days.”

With that he was gone. Could this day be any more worse? First you woke up at six in the morning, found Jungkook in the bathroom, your parents wanted to leave you with this womaniser and now you had to deal with guys you never got to know in your own house? Yes, it was definitely a headache you had.


“But y/n that is so damn awesome, what is your problem?”, Mina, your best friend, stated as you told her how you had a horrible morning. Even the news that occurred to be a nightmare to you let her light eyes sparkle. She had a thing for Jungkook and his friends unlike you even though you both knew that they played on another league as the two of you. They would never mind toying with the feelings of other girls. You knew Jungkook as well as his buddies had some kind of reputation as the hottest but most dangerous guys on the campus. You were even sure that they had more than half of the female population in bed.

“Don’t you get it, Mina? If my mom is gone I will be the one who has to look after all the mess he and his friends will make of our house. This is why I’m so pissed.”

Mina looked at you a half worried half excited expression on her face. The green grass you sat on quiet warm as you ran your hands over it nervous. In your head there were countless situations you were sure would be present in no time why you were uneasy and tried to find solutions before such things might happen.

“Y/n, I will be by your side. Let me stay at your house as long as his friends stay and everything will turn out to be alright, yeah?”, she tried to calm you down but you knew she just wanted to come over to spy on Jungkook.

“Promise me that you won’t play dirty tricks to get closer to them!”

A sneaky grin appeared on her face. Her green eyes sparkling brighter than before. “Oh you have no idea.”

The rest of your break you discussed on how you were able to make his life as hard as possible. After talking to Mina your head felt a little lighter because you knew you would not have to stand alone against the boys that would be at your house this evening. If you had known that this was just the smallest of your problems.


“So just be careful and protect your stepsister, Jungkook”, were the last words of your parents who waved at you through the window of your mom’s car. A fake smile plastered on both your faces you also waved them goodbye for their long awaited vacation. The foul feeling that spread through your body as you watched how their car left only got worse while you heard Jungkook laugh next to you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Y/n, you need to chill. Seriously I’m not gonna eat you”, the boy started with a flashy smile that showed his bunny teeth. If you would not know better you would have sort of it as pretty cute, “Unless you want me to eat you out.”

This guy was too much. With loud footsteps you marched back inside.

“For real leave me alone you dork”, you stated, “Mina is coming over so stay with the guys in your room. Unless you want me to kill you.”

“Copying someone phrases is a sign for adoration”, Jungkook grinned back at you an eyebrow pulled up.

“Just shut up.”

“Ah y/n, just so you know. Friday we throw a party. Your appearance Is highly appreciated. And your friends as well, so join us”, the good looking boy told you with a final glance in your direction before he went towards the garage. “Going to buy some stuff for over the weekend.”

You said nothing. At least the parties did no begin today or tomorrow. So you had time to prepare where to sleep because you did not want to stay when he partied with his friends and countless drunken girls who threw themselves at him.


Around evening the bell rang for the first time. In hopes that it was Mina who you thought was punctual one time it was not her as you opened the front door. The sight in front of you left you quite speechless. A boy your age maybe one or two years older stood at your entrance, some bottles of liquor in his hands. His hair had the colour of a light orange that perfectly fit his taint. His clothes were simple, a white shirt, black ripped jeans and black boots. Just the light blue leather jacket was what caught your eye except for the handsomeness of the guy. Confused dark eyes looked down on you as you just stood there in awe.

“Uhm..”, he cleared his throat and glanced at the address as well as your last name. “Isn’t Jeon Jungkook living here?”

Perplexed you shook yourself. So this freaking beautiful guy is one of the fuck boys Jungkook invited over? Another term was just not fit for his friends.

“Yes”, was the only word you spoke before pointing at the white staircase behind you. “Last door at the right.”

The boy’s eyebrows shot up. Jungkook had never mentioned that he actually had a sister. It was quiet a shock for him.

“I’m Jimin, sorry for the intrusion.”

Dumbfounded you nodded as he stepped in and smiled at you. Oh, he was attractive. The heart of yours began to race a little but before you could respond to Jimin a familiar voice was heard from above you.

“Hey Jimin!”

Annoyed you closed the door. Sure thing Jungkook would come run downstairs as he heard the voice of his best friend.

“Why have you never told me that you have such an adorable sister, Kookie?”, Jimin said while looking at you with dark eyes. Gulping you could not resist his gaze.

“Jimin y/n, y/n Jimin”, Jungkook pointed his hand towards you then to Jimin and back. Annoyance was heard through another feeling you could not grasp. “Nothing worth telling you.”

A little hurt you shrugged your shoulders: “He’s always like this. Maybe you should teach him some manners, Jimin.”

Jungkook stared at you in disbelief. You were in no position to say something like this in front of Jimin. He clenched and stuck out his jaw but before he could give you a heavy remark Jimin cleared his throat again.

“Guys chill out. We will go upstairs, Kookie”, the orange haired boy suggested. One last nod in your direction he pushed Jungkook in the direction of the staircase the boy came running down a moment ago.

“Dude, why have you never told me that after your dad’s marriage, you had to live with such a hottie?”, Jimin whispered in the boys ear as they strolled up the stairs.

“Don’t even think about it. She is off limits, understood?”, Jungkook’s voice was laced with a silent warning. As if to defend himself Jimin held his hands up.

“A little flirt is allowed, isn’t it?”

Jungkook closed the door behind him. “If I see you toying with her I’m going to rip that dick of yours out.”

With that the boys dropped the theme of you and began to plan the party they wanted to throw two day from now on.


It was nearly six as Mina finally appeared. Two other times you opened the ringing door just so see that some guys you knew slightly visited. Taehyung and Yoongi, two especially dangerous guys were now staying in your stepbrother’s room. Unfortunately it made you nervous to know that four extremely hot but characteristically low guys were in the room next to you.

Mina and you had decided to watch some movie as your TV was huge. Popcorn and Soda spread across the coffee table while the newest action movie was presented on TV. You had told her who was also in here already but as you wanted to drop the topic she continue sly tried to hold it up. At ten you heard as loud footsteps approached the big living room. Hadn’t you told Jungkook to just leave you alone and stay with his friends in his room? He already planned a house party to which you not even complained about in front of him.

“Ladies, what are you watchin’?”, a gruff voice reached your ears. Taehyung stood right behind the sofa you sat on. His cologne filling the room immediately. As well as Jimin Taehyung and Yoongi were utterly handsome you had to admit. The boy had light brown hair that fell onto his forehead. His clothing style was rather special as he wore a shirt with Petit flowers and tight jeans to brown flaps. Taehyung smelled rich and looked rich. But his actions were quiet poor, you knew.

“You know the new Marvel movie?”, Mina prompted before you had the chance to speak.

“Are you for real? Did it begin just now? Mind if we join you?”

You gave Mina a glance that told her to shut up but as you knew her long enough she just smiled brightly at Taehyung: “Sit with us! We can just wind the movie back.”

Would it not be for the safety of your manners you would have asked her if she has lost her sanity but a second later you saw three other figures storming in the room. The boy seriously had no decency. Now the six of you shared the huge sofa of yours. Annoyed was not the right term to describe what you felt. More like a feeling of irritation and frustration at the same time. Even though the sofa of yours was one of the hugest Jimin, who sat next to you, leaned way too much on you. Not that you hated it. It made you nervous to the point you shifted your body in Minas on your right.

“Y/n, what the hell. I don’t wanna cuddle you!”, the black haired girl whispered.

“Me neither but put up with it”, you whispered back.

The handsome boy next to you had the nerve to lean in even closer. Just as you were about to ask what he wanted you felt his mouth dangerously close to your ear. His fragrance that was strong from the beginning filled your nostrils again.

“Y/n, don’t you like it?”, his melodious voice whispered into your ear.

You nodded to his surprise and leaned back immediately. Ah, he did not understand. You did like it too much but admitting it right in front of your stepbrother who stared at you two with a piercing gaze told you to hold back. Regret sneaked through you as you watched as Jimin sank down next to you.

“Jimin, I just think it is not so good in front of Jungkook”, you told him honestly.

“He doesn’t care, y/n. Believe me”, he smiled slightly as he leaned back in. His plump lips were so kissable, you thought. If you would not sit in front of his friends you would have no shame to do it. You knew what his character had to look like if he was best friends with your womanising stepbrother but a taste was a taste. So you also began to slip further next to Jimin. What other force was driving you? Because you pulled his head down so that he could hear you better.

“Are you here on friday, too?”, you asked in a whispered voice that was laced with a little excitement.

A small grin played around his lips: “Of course I am. Why do you ask?”

“With encouraging liquor we may hold an interesting conversation then”, you told him as he bit is plump red bottom lip. How you wanted to taste it.

“I hope you mean what I just understood”, he giggled eyes crinkled.

“Someone wanna grab a bite outside?”, Jungkook’s voice was pretty loud as he spoke. “The movie is over so let’s go, I’m hungry.”

To your surprise the movie was really over now. You had missed the last parts as you tried to find a good position next to Jimin and the few sentences you exchanged. The tension that was built between you two was as if it never existed as Jimin and the other guys stood up.

“Can you also buy me something?”, Mina asked but Jungkook was rushing out. “Guess this was a no.”

“See ya, y/n”, you heard Jimin who stood in the door, “I’m excited for friday.”

“Y-yeah”, you stuttered as you saw that Jungkook’s view was on his friend. And the expression on his face told you you had annoyed him for once as you flirted with his friend. Although Jimin was so damn hot you knew more than flirting was impossible. You were not as dumb as all the other girls that fell for their tricks. At least you thought you would be smarter than them but this aspect was destroyed as you did a grave mistake.


The next one and a half days later you and your best friend made yourself ready for the upcoming party you wanted to attend. Luckily you would not have to run around at night to get home because your stepbrother decided to throw one right were you lived. You already heard the boys who were preparing the technical things such as a fogging machine and the speakers. Food as well as plenty of alcohol was presented on a long counter the guys had set up in your living room. You did not know how many people were expected but at the amount of provisions a few. Jimin spent the last day at your house as well. The exchanged glances and short conversations made you quiver in excitement. Only the death wishing glances of Jungkook bothered you.

You found yourself in between a pile of clothes that Mina threw out of your closet.

“Can you stop throwing my stuff?”, you laughed as one of you tops hit your head.

“I wouldn’t have to throw it all out if you would have at least one fucking thing that doesn’t calls ‘mommy’s girl'”, Mina’s muffled voice came out of your closet. “How can you have a walk-in wardrobe without sexy clothes?”

Frustration pushed through her calm surface.

“In my opinion I have plenty of sexy dresses!”, you tried to defend your poor taste. “But why should I even wear something like this?”

Mina’s head popped up. “For real, y/n? You think you will ever catch someone’s attention if you dress like a grade schooler?”

You did not understand. Jimin was a flirt nothing more and except from him there was no one here who caught your attention. There is.., you shook your head. This thought should not come up again. “I guarantee you third will be slutty girls who are running around Jungkook”, a not expected bitterness was caught in your voice but you ignored it.

Your friend jumped out of her hideout. A seductive grin playing on her lips while unfolding the one piece of clothing you had hid in the last corner of your wardrobe.

“Forget it. I’m not weaning this”, you escalated whereas Mina held your arm. No escaping for you.

“It matches my own dress y/n, so chill out okay? You will look gorgeous.”

About an hour later you two were ready. Mina had done your make up, hair and even coaxed you into the outfit she had chosen. She herself wore a tight purple dress that ended a few inches above her knee. It suited her as she were a delicate girl with long black hair and light eyes. If the boys would not fly on her you would not believe in god any more. Although you knew that she was not an angel and had slept with numerous guys already she was so dear to you that you wanted to protect her like she protected you all the time. Her confidence had reached levels yours would never scratch at. And this was the reason why you tried to pull the way too short silk black dress down since Mina forced you into it. You found it too revealing because the back cut-out reached nearly to your coccyx as well as the shortness of its lengths. Anxiety flooded you while you thought that your butt might be shown to everyone in the room.

“Y/n, stop it. Nothing can be seen. Except for your legs, back and your boobs”, your best friend teased you. Nudging she threw her arm around your waist. “Let’s have fun. But give me the key to your parents bedroom. I will not fuck in here.”

Disbelief washed over your face to which Mina laughed even more than before. “A joke!”

“Do what you want but not in my room, Mina”, you warned but smiled at her.


The bass drowned the music as the both of you made your way downstairs. You had expected many people but the storm that filled your house was more than you would have conceded. Your eyes followed countless of girls and boys already drunk. Most of the female guests wore more revealing pieces of clothes than you had on with higher shoes than Minas. You both exchanged glances before laughing.

“Guess Jungkook knows how to party”, the black haired girl shouted next to your ear. A slight nod was all you could manage to do.

As you went from your living room to your garden more and more unfamiliar faces appeared before you. Maybe a hand full of girls and boys you could recognize but the rest were strangers you had never seen. They must be friends from the other guys, you guessed while walking further onto your terrace. Fortunately the pool still was untouched and you hoped this would be the case the whole time. Dancing people crossed your path as Mina and you made your way inside again. Neither Jungkook nor Jimin got in your sight so you decided to be the silent watcher at the moment. Mina went to grab some drinks before she joined you standing at the kitchen counter.

“Have you seen anybody familiar? How about the host? I have to tell him about the pool”, you raised your voice against the loud music. Instead of answering Mina shook her head.

As you waited for Jungkook to appear you girls drank a bit and started moving to the beats. The dance floor that contained the main space of your living room was overflowing with lascivious moving girls. Shouts of different groups of boys animated these female guests to move even slutty.

“Why are they degrading themselves like this?”, you shouted to Mina.

“Attention whoring”, her amused voice dragged it’s way to your own ears, “How about drinking this liquid courage and going down with the girls?”

You contemplated for a moment but decided to do as Mina said. Why not? You had not to roll your body down like them but a little dance session with your bestie was a nice idea. Swallowing the last sips of you courageous drink gave you enough confidence for going. The both of you run on the improvised dance floor all eyes on you girls. Maybe the female clients were rolling against each other but you and your friend had all the attention. Dancing like crazy Mina shouted at you what you unfortunately did not understand. But right that moment your gaze flew to a figure you hoped to see all evening. Jimin stood to your right side where you were just minutes ago. His orange hair stuck out of the mass just like the handsome boy beside him. Jungkook and Jimin seemingly flirting with a small group of girls. Of course he would not hold back even if he knew that you will be present at the party.

“Guess all the little allusion lead into nothing”, you say to Mina in a slightly disappointed tone. The girl followed your eyes and nodded sadly at you.

“Hadn’t expected nothing less from him, so it’s a'right”, you assured her with a wink.

To be pretty honest it was exactly what you had thought he would do anyway. He was Jungkook’s best friend so it was crystal clear that his actions would go in this direction. Better your rational judgement you caught yourself looking a few times his way. Of course he had his hands on two girls at the same time. Your head snapped around as you saw that his gaze scanned the room. To your satisfaction Jimin as well as Jungkook seemed bothered by something which caused a light smile to appear on your face.

“Y/n, I’ve seen some delicious looking guy at ten”, Mina wiggled her eyebrows, “Can I leave you for good reasons? I’ll be back in an hour.” With that, Mina danced her way around the other guests to get to her living destination. You had no doubts that she would wrap him around his little finger in no time so you turned on your heel to return to your previous place in the kitchen. A new drink was exactly what you needed although Jungkook and his friend were present, too. Unfortunately you have not seen anybody you knew enough to hang out with. So the alcohol was your friend for the next hour.

It was quiet difficult to find a way through the mass of people that stormed your living room. Mostly girls stood in your way but in no time you reached the kitchen. Kind of exhausted you searched for the next bottle of alcohol and found it at the top of your kitchen shelf. It was your mom’s husband’s expensive liquor you filled your glass with. Your first sip burned your throat but it was so good you did not mind. Satisfied you placed it back behind the cheaper bottles so that nobody would see it or try to snatch it away from you. Just as you were about to take another gulp someone pressed his body right into your own from behind. Perplexed you swallowed your drink a little too fast.

“How are you going to pay for something this expansive, Baby?”, a low melodious voice grazed your ear, “Why don’t you turn around to show me your beautiful face?”

What the hell, was he for real? You did expect Jimin or some stranger who would run straight to Jungkook to tell tales but he himself?

“Are you crazy?”, fuming you turned around as far as his body allowed you to, to see that shock traced the boy’s seductive features. Jungkook stood so damn near you that you could feel his breath on your face. His scent was laced with a strong cologne, alcohol and mint. Would it not be Jungkook who stood in front of you in his black shirt with tight black jeans and raven hair that fell softly on his forehead you would not mind getting closer to the boy. But it was not anybody. It was Jungkook.

“Oh fuck, y/n?”, disbelieving he stared down your body not moving an inch, “You look amazing!”

Compliments? Your eyebrows shot up. Was he that drunk already?

“I didn’t recognize you in this..man, this revealing dress”, Jungkook continued.

Flushed cheeks followed his words that seemed to be just a defence for his actions.

“Yeah, so, mind if you give me some space?”, your voice trailed off as he started to raise his hand to grab the bottle you have had in your hands. Leaning over you he picked up a glass and poured the liquidity in it.

“For real, y/n, since when are you having such a nice outfit? I didn’t know you were capable of pulling off such a sexy dress.”

As he would not move you tried to escape his warm body. It was too much for you. Not that he was one of the most annoying persons in your life, no, he also drove you crazy. The alcohol was not your saviour in this situation, you were sure.

“Jungkook, fuck off”, you scoffed, “I have not the nerves to deal with your so called compliments.”

Now you stood next to each other leaning against the counter of your kitchen. Then Jungkook moved in your direction to scan you again.

“Come on, I mean it. Sincerely, y/n”, he tried to calm you down, “I really did not know it was you or do you think I would flirt with you?”

His actions were suspicious. You have not figured out in what way but there was something.

You shook your head. Maybe the amount of alcohol he already had swallowed made him weak.

“So why don’t you wander off to your cute little toys and have a fun night?”, you said as you tried to avoid looking at him, “Just like Jimin does.”

Did you really say this right now? You cursed yourself. This drink was definitely the last.

“So this is what’s bothering you?”, a small smile played around his red lips. Only then you noticed that his bottom lip was certainly bigger then the one above. Since when had he closed the distance again?

“No it’s not bothering me!”, you tried to defend yourself. Without success because Jungkook leaned in again. This time brushing your hair behind your ear.

He was so drunk, you were sure about that. Never has he tried to touch you..or has he? Your mind was clouded.

“Maybe Jimin wants you but isn’t allowed to touch you, y/n”, the boy got closer until his mouth was brushing against your now free ear. Goosebumps made its way on your arms. The physically reaction was not unnoticed as Jungkook slid his big, veiny hands across your arms.

“Wh-what the hell, Jungkook?”, you whispered back eyes wide with shock. What was going on? Did he not see that it was you who stood before him? “What do you mean by ‘not allowed’?”

The golden boy’s lips turned upwards again. “I told Jimin you are off limits and as he is my best friend he will not try anything again.”

Your stare was showing many emotions at the same time. Confusing, anger, arousal.

“Who on earth gives you the right to-”

“I want you, y/n”, Jungkook interrupted your outburst, “Ever wanted you. Since moving in. Believe me or not but I have seen you watching me.”

Cold sweat ran down your back. Since when did he even notice that you were watching him? You always tried to hide your interest in the playboy who turned out to be your stepbrother. In college you and Mina watched his every step. But as he moved in with his dad you repressed your interest in him completely. All the bickering you have done was to avoid him and his good looks that drove you insane at night.

“So what? You are clearly drunk, go fuck off already”, your hand began to shake as he not moved again. It was not the right time especially since you would feel bad for finding him so deliciously sexy. How he stood there, a cheeky grin spread across his lightly tanned face. Dark, chocolate coloured eyes looking way too far down your body.

“Okay, I will not pull anything again but let’s talk. We never had a decent conversation.”

A sceptical expression was drawing your features. Both of you stared neither on the drinks or the people dancing in the big room in front of the kitchen.

Jungkook broke the short silence: “Where is your friend? Mina, right?”

You shot a glance at his watch. In your head you calculated the time she disappeared until now.

“Guess she is fucking some guy in my room.”

Jungkook swallowed hard as he tried to repress a laugh. Never had he thought that you would let someone fuck in your bed unless it would be yourself.

“And here I am, thinking how nice and cute your friend was. But afterwards she is just some naughty girl”, he shook his head lightly giggling.

“You don’t have to speak, Jungkook. Rumours say you fucked nearly all girls on campus.”

At this remark the boy went silent. You had to check if he was okay so you turned your attention to the boy next to you. To your surprise he was looking you straight in the eyes.

“And what about you?”, interest sparkled in his dark eyes while he watched heat rushing into your face.

“I’m not the type to fuck someone and throw them out afterwards and neither the other way around, if this is what you want to know”, you drowned your drink after this confession. After your first boyfriend you only had a one-night-stand once and it was an awful memory. Sneaking out of someone’s house in the morning, walking the walk of shame and having worse sex was not what you wanted. And after that seeing this person was rather awkward so you kept your hands off of those things.

“Love making, how boring”, Jungkook’s voice brought back, “No wonder you’re always so tense. You need a good fuck.” A loud snort followed.

Your hand in your hair you rolled your eyes. Yes it was two years ago you last had someone but to hear it from Mr. 1 playboy did not help.

“Jungkook that was over the top, I’m going to find someone just as you suggested!”, voice trailed with annoyance you turned to go. As if you would just go and find someone but standing so close to Jungkook while talking about your sex life was too much.

“Y/n! This was not what I suggested!”, his loud voice shouted behind you. How was you so dense, he thought. A little joke and you exploded. And right that moment you found Jimin. He was making out with a thin blond with huge tits. But as you walked past him his eyes shot open and he freed himself out of the girls claws. You ignored it just wanting to get some fresh air while waiting for Mina to finish her business. Behind you you could hear soft voices that drowned the bass of the music. A final glance back you saw how Jimin stared wide eyed at Jungkook. They both discussed something before your stepbrother took steps in your direction.

“Y/n!”, Jungkook was right behind you, “Come on, don’t be pissed about what I said. It was a joke! Don’t be a party pooper.”

“I’m not pissed”, you exhaled loudly, “Maybe you were just right about getting a good fuck.”

Silence answered you. You shoved this out burst on the way the cool air clouded your judgement. The time was ticking and as you wanted to make sure that Jungkook was still there an arm shot forward to pull you against his body. Dizzy you looked in Jungkook’s angelic face to see that his bunny teeth were showing.

“Just say yes, y/n. I make sure it’s worth your time”, he whispered closing the remaining distance of your faces. His nose brushed against yours while his hands slipped to your waist.

Before you could even think you pressed your lips on his. Unnoticeable shock turned into arousal as the boy smiled victoriously into the kiss. Heat rushed down your own body and as your tipsy mind evaluated the rights and wrongs in your actions. Your mind came to no solution as the golden boy pressed his hips into yours. If he would not hold you by your waist you might have fallen at the pressure of his own hips. The kisses you exchanged were soft delicate ones. Just with time lust washed in waves through your body until you clung on your stepbrother.

“Let’s go upstairs”, Jungkook loosened his grip to grab your shaking hand. His lips looked swollen and quiet red from your lipstick. You said nothing but let him lead you the way through the partying people to the beginning of the white staircase.

“Wait. My room is occupied by Mina”, you told him as you dropped dead in your tracks.

Dark unfathomable eyes focused on you. “My room.”

His free hand rushed down his stomach to the bulge in his pants. You guessed it was not the time to discuss the place. Large steps pulled you behind Jungkook as he rushed up the stairs. Noises came out of your room as well as out of the bathroom but you did not care. Your focus lay on the wide back of the boy in front of you. His raven locks moved with every strong step he took,you noticed for the first time. At the end of the floor he stopped fishing for the key inside his pocket. With fast hands he opened the door and dragged you inside. Jungkook locked the door whereas you headed straight for the bed. The black high heels were kicked off your feet as you slid further on the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Your surroundings were just a blur as the tall guy turned around lust in his chocolate eyes.

“I don’t think you have the right to sit so comfortably on my bed, princess”, his voice got lower, darker and seductive, “My room, my rules.”

You did not mind the pet name rather his comanding tone. You did not move what made Jungkook storm in front of you.

“Come here, right now. I won’t repeat it”, his low voice warned. The softness that laced his melodious voice was completely gone. This was the reason you obeyed his demand. Slowly you stood up, looking him right in his darkening eyes. His hands found their way to their place on your hips while he pulled you in for a passionate long kiss. His swollen lips moving furiously on yours that made you weak on your knees. Now that you were bare feet he had to lean down to give you his delicious kisses. Your own hands wrapped around his neck playing with his raven hair that was slightly curled. His tongue brushed softly at your bottom lip waiting for entrance and just a moment later he sucked your own tongue. The golden boy knew his way around as he made you moan with just his heated kisses. This sound alone drove Jungkook insane and he moved his hips into your stomach quite violently. He was hard since he got hold of you in the kitchen. This fucking short dress revealed too much to stay sane, he thought. Right then he could not wait any longer but so did you.

“On your knees, princess”, he demanded heavily breathing from all the passionate kisses you gave him.

Your obedience followed and in no time you sat in front of Jungkook who looked at you his body looming before your own. Your hand slid slowly from his calves to his muscular clothed thighs. He was tense you could feel it as his muscles twitched. While you gazed his toned legs and his prominent bulge with your hands Jungkook opened his belt. In slow motion he continued his actions with the rest of his jeans and in one go pulled them down. The outline of his dick was so strong that you reached out to brush your fingers against it. A muffled sound escaped Jungkook as he watched you in awe. Here you were on your knees, smeared lipstick looking hungry at his own dick how long had he wanted to have you.

“How about you undress me, y/n”, his voice woke you from your starring. Your eyes flew to his face fluttering with your eyelashes whereas you stood up the hem of his black shirt in your hands. You slowly pulled it up tracing every inch of new revealed skin with your eyes. Once his shirt was torn off you gave Jungkook a long sluggish kiss before you kissed his perfect jaw. Your lips wandered further down until they hung on his hot neck. Your tongue worked as soothing material while your teeth marked his skin. You knew he liked it because the grip he developed over the minutes became more forceful. Quiet whimpers left his mouth as you worked your way on his chest to his abs. The smeared red lipstick left a few wet marks that showed your path of kisses down his half naked body. You stopped at the hem of his dark boxers. At this point you wanted to be the one in charge this is why you pulled his underwear down. Jungkook seemed not to care as his hard member sprung free. He was even bigger than what you had imagined a pulsating vein drawing its line from the base to the top.

One last glance at the boys face you began to pepper kisses at his swollen tip. How long was he hard? You did not care and teased as you licked your way from his base over and over again. Sweet relief not given for the golden boy.

“If you do it again I’m shoving my dick in that pretty mouth of yours. So do it properly, princess”, his voice showed signs frustration but a way too sweet tone was covering it nearly completely.

“Don’t be rude otherwise you will get nothing, Jungkook”, you tried to go against him but without success. Jungkook only smirked down at you not believing any word you just said.

Snorting you pierced his eyes before leaning down taking the red tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and peered to the boys face. He returned your gaze with hungry wild eyes. Your two hands were brought to the outside of his big thighs as you deepened your mouth onto his dick. A loud moan reached your ears while you started to suck at his dick that fit partly in your mouth. Slowly you leaned in even further until his member hit the back of your throat.

“Stay still, princess”, Jungkook motioned to caress your cheek before he grabbed your hair in his big hand. His fist enclosed around it why you could not move one bit. “Hit my thighs if you have enough. And you have to inhale deeply if I say ‘now’.”

Wide eyes looked at him. The only deep throating you tried out was disastrous for your ex-boyfriend as well as for you. This situation was quite scary to you why Jungkook loosened his grip shortly for you to say something. With a loud plop his dick was free and you started to speak: “Please be gentle.”

Your were not even sure if he knew what this word meant but his mouth formed a rather warm smile as he patted your head to take away your fear. A slight nod signalized him to continue his plans. The former solid grip of his hand was back at its place in your hair. Trembling hands gripped the boys thighs again while his focus laid on your mouth. Jungkook positioned his dick right before your open mouth and he could swear it was the most tempting moment he had experienced since he discovered the opposite gender.

After a last check on you Jungkook’s voice filled the room: “Now.”

With that word you inhaled deeply before he glided his dick as deep in your mouth as he was long. The back of your throat was reached too fast for his liking why he pushed all of his length even further than that. He could hear a few gags before his member blocked your windpipe. Just then a loud animalic groan left his chest. Your throat contracted so deliciously around him that he would have come if you had not hit his thighs lightly. Without a second thought he slipped out of your mouth. You coughed a little while inhaling as much oxygen as your lungs allowed.

“Not bad, princess”, Jungkook’s voice was gruff but you could hear his lust in it. He panted lightly as he smeared your last remaining bit of lipstick across your cheek. Then he positioned himself again to begin fucking your mouth. You felt tears dwelling up as he slowly moved his hips in and out of you. He sped up as he saw that your saliva flowed out of the edges across your lips to your delicate chin. Why were you so damn hot, he had to stop countless times as he was so near to his release without even tasting you.

A plopping sound echoed trough Jungkook’s room as he pulled himself reluctantly out of your wet mouth. By this time your lace panties were soaked. Droplets of your arousal ran down your legs why you pressed them together. You needed at least a little friction you noticed. While sucking him your own desires wandered to the back of your head but were even more prominent right as he stopped penetrating your throat.

Whimpers left your mouth. “Jungkook, I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”

The boys actions were faster than light. In no time he removed the dress off of your body. With one swift move he lifted you from your place at his feet and threw you onto his huge bed. Your body was covered by his as he kissed you, elbows beside your head.

“You look stunning”, he grinned into the kiss. Big hands wandering over your skin to the sealing of you black bra. Experienced fingers opened it in one go. Your bra flew to your dress as well as your panties that were removed by his strong fingers as well. His body hovered over you with sparkling dark brown eyes, hungry for what will happen next.

How long you wanted him. All the months you had repressed the feeling Jeon Jungkook set free inside your stomach. You might not like his actions in general but right now you did not care. The tension that always seemed touchable finally got released and your anxiety turned into excitement as you saw him above you. His raven locks were wet and hung upon his unfathomable eyes that loomed centimetres away. Strong hands holding him up as his toned torso was laced with light sweat. Ethereal, is what you thought. Handsomeness on another level. Never did you want anyone as much as you wanted Jeon Jungkook right now.

“Will you stare at me the whole night?”, your voice dragged the golden boy back as he was in trance at the sight before him. You got pretty impatient because of the missing friction your tingling heat needed.

What followed were sloppy heated kisses before Jungkook’s hands traced the curves of your body. He wanted to take his time but you urged him in finally sleeping with you. A wet trail was left on your pale skin as he kissed his way down to your breasts. He marked you with hickeys and bit down on your delicate skin. Jungkook’s actions were rather rough as he played with your breasts. You ran your own hands through the boys locks while he played with your sensitive spots on your mounds. One hand slid down across your stomach, the other stayed at your breast massaging it with his big hand. Finally he reached between your legs to stroke your bundle of nerves. His thumb circled around it numerous times, every once in a while pressing hard onto it. The more the boys stroked you the louder your voice got. As he hovered two fingers above your folds you held your breath. Jungkook coated his fingers with your juices to see how ready you were. Satified he slipped both his long fingers inside your warmth. Immediately you felt how you tightened around him. Loud moans slipped out your open mouth and you could not stop yourself as he pounded his fingers mercilessly inside you.

“So eager, princess?”, he joked while focusing on your face, “Just look at you. Heavy panting underneath her stepbrother while throwing a party. And I thought your friend was the naughty one.”

You let his remark slip as long as he will not stop his movements. But right as your release approached he pulled his fingers out. Glistering wetness moistened his digits.

“So wet for me”, he stated while bringing his fingers up to his red lips. His tongue sucked at his digits until they were clean. “You taste absolutely sweet, just as I imagined.”

“I don’t care, just fuck me already!”, your voice was louder than expected but you did not care as long as he would finally move his hips into yours.

Jungkook went to the drawer of his night stand to get a condom. To your relief he was quick to put it on.

“Come here”, he said while pulling you down to the edge of his bed.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to see the actions that happened while your stepbrother positioned his hard dick at your wet entrance. One swift movement of his hips and he was finally filling you up. You both remained still as he let you adjust to his prominent size. A short while later you began to squirm underneath him.

“You know you are so fucking tight. How long had you no sex?”, Jungkook said breath stuck in his throat. The smallest movement of your hips might bring his explosion.

“Just..a while”, you admitted. Your head shooting up to the sudden rotation of his hips. Both moaning at the friction caused by his actions.

“Fuck, y/n, I can barely move.”

Instead of responding you grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him again passionately. The clash of your teeth was heard as you pressed your lips on his over ans over again. Your breathing stopped while the clashing of lips and his fastening thrusts. By the time he was pounding as hard as he could to get you to your climax. Meanwhile your head dropped on the sheets and your free hands grabbed them as hard as they could because of his violently thrusts that caused you to jump up and down. Mercilessly he held your legs in position.

“I won’t last pretty much longer”, he pressed trough gritted teeth.

Golden Jungkook freed one of his hands for you to come. His thumb found its way down at you clit to rub you over the edge. It came suddenly but as he furiously stroked it you could feel how the coin inside your stomach began to turn. The fire in the pit of your stomach spread through your squirming body. Your nerves were drawn together before loosening and turning the coin around.

“Jungkook!”, you nearly screamed as your orgasm washed over you. Like a mantra you repeated his name louder every time another wave flooded you.

Your voice calling out for him at this rate was enough for Jungkook to go wild. It was just like the most beautiful melody he had ever heard as he pounded even harder than before brows furrowed of exhaustion. You could see how sweat pooled on his toned and tanned body. Heavy grunts escaped him while you tightened around him. With the next moan of yours he himself felt his release shooting into the condom. Several sounds slipped out his mouth and with a last sloppy thrust of his hips he pulled out of you. The condom landed in the bin next to his bed.

You watched as his furrowed brows slowly began to relax.

“Wait here”, he demanded out of breath. With these words he slipped his jeans back on and made his way to the door. The quiet ‘click’ of the door was heard. Another moment later he got back a wet cloth in his hand.

“Wash up before you ruin my sheets”, was the only thing he said before giving you the warm cloth.

“Thanks though”, you responded slightly flushed.

While you began to clean yourself Jungkook threw himself onto the bed again. Arms crossed behind his head. He watched you out of his eyes with fascination. You felt his stare but continued your cleaning before you stood up and grabbed your underwear before changing into your dress. For you the atmosphere felt heavy and embarrassing but the boy did not seem to mind.

You turned around to go back to were all the other guests were but stopped dead in your tracks.

“Y/n”, Jungkook’s voice was pure amusement.

Confused you pulled your eyebrows up but looked at him.

“Look in the mirror before going back downstairs. You look a little..”, he searched for the right word but went with his first choice, “fucked out.”

Heat rushed into your cheeks again. You just hoped it was easy to fix but as you went straight to the mirror of his wardrobe you was shattered. It was the opposite of ‘easy to fix’. Not only your lipstick was smeared across your cheek but the mascara smudged around your eyes because of the sweat and tears from before. Not to mention your messy hair.

“Fuck”, you stuttered as your view flew to Jungkook again. By the time he was fully clothed and ready to leave his room.

“Y/n, I have to go downstairs, so would you mind going in your own room to fix that mess of yours?”, he stated with one gesture of his hand towards the door, “By the way, I guess this is my favourite state of yours.”

“Fuck you”, you spit and stormed out of his room leaving the chuckling boy behind.

“Let’s repeat it some time, princess”, he shouted while you made your way to your own room fuming.

Luckily nobody was inside any more, your sheets thrown off your bed. As you tried to fix your look to something decently you balanced the rights and wrongs in your head again. This time your head told you that, beside having some dick after a phase of dryness and late night sessions by yourself, it should stay by this one time. Maybe it was a mistake but you would only know when some time passed.  

The only thing you were very sure of was that this was the first as well as the last time that you followed your human desires.

But the near future had other plans with you. Your patience was put to test by nobody else but Jeon Jungkook.

Mystic Messenger Guys Pregnancy Series - Finding Out #1

Jumin Han

Being the wife of the executive director of the C & R International was never an easy thing to do. Yes, Jumin made you feel as if you were the only girl in the world. He was always showering yo with love and affection…and as much as you hate to admit it…he always showered you with gifts. He spoiled you rotten but you never let it go to your head. Yes,being his wife was a blessing and you could not be any more grateful. However, being his wife, also made it impossible to be out of the public eye. Everywhere you went, someone was there taking pictures, Everything you did was already on the news. And honestly it was making you sick, physically sick. You woke up one morning to immediately rushing to the nearest bathroom and throwing up. You groaned as you finally got the chance to breathe. You thought for a moment before widening your eyes. You quickly stood up and rushed to lock the door  before searching the cupboards for a pregnancy test. You always had one in case one of your nights with Jumin got a tad reckless. You waited anxiously as the test began to work its magic..and there it was…a blue cross. 

Yoosung
To you, you and Yoosung had the perfect fairy-tale life. After the whole big bang that happened during that first 12 days when you first joined the RFA, you and Yoosung finally managed to meet. After many dates, game nights of LOLOL and a very awkward marriage proposal that involved him spilling spaghetti on you and you chocking on a piece of cake, the two of you were finally married. He had finally stop playing LOLOL as much as he used to and  became a veterinarian, to everyone’s surprise, but not to you, to you he was the hardest working guy ever. Everything was perfect…until a few days ago. You had began to feel just downright awful. You had headaches,stomach pains and had been sick quite a lot. Yoosung, being the worrywart he was, fretted lover as if you were dying. You promised him that you were fine and that you booked a doctors appointment. After calming him down and convincing him to go to work, You got dressed and headed towards the doctors where they examined you. You waited patiently for the doctor to come back and when he did, he uttered a sentence that almost made you faint
“Congrats Ms.Kim, you are pregnant”
707
You and Saeyoung were not married. Yet. And wanna guess why? He had his heart set on marrying you in a space station. Yes , a space station.You were completely fine with it. I mean how long have you known him for? You knew that he was absolutely crazy and had the wildest ideas. But you still loved him, and he loved you., The kisses, the hugs, the late night conversations, the all day gaming sessions, all those moments were so precious to you and the same to him. Everything would be perfect. Only if your parents would like Saeyoung. However, it was quite the opposite. They hated him. They thought he was too loud, too irresponsible, a criminal, a shady guy. They wanted you to have nothing to do with him. And it broke your heart, and Saeyoungs too. Enough to get him into another mental breakdown, but you helped him out of it. It was you and him against the world. However, you did still love your parents. But they basically disowned you when you rejected their request for you to break up with Saeyoung. But..How would they react when that afternoon, on the toilet seat.. that you were pregnant with Saeyoung’s Child?
Zen
Zen had been on a stage tour recently and , lets be honest, you have never felt as lonely as you were now. You missed his presence, his cheesy pick up lines, his kisses, his hugs, his muscles and oh the list just goes on and on. Its like that saying ‘ absence make the heart grow fonder’. You just missed him desperately. Before he had left, you both had a memorable night, just so that the two of you left on a high note. You had been married for a few months now and the fans gladly accepted you. Well…Echo girl and her fans still held a bit of a grudge. But you never paid much attention to them. Recently you had been feeling sick. You had a fever and was throwing up quite a lot. You took the day of work and called Zen, who immediately started panicking and began to already plan his way home. You stopped him and said that you were fine before laughing. You suddenly froze and it was as if the cogs in your mind had began turning. Sexy night + Fever + Throwing up. You face-palmed and began to laugh hard. To the point tears were coming out of your eyes. You even forgot that Zen was still on the phone very confused. You sighed as you picked up the phone and said in between giggleS
“Ohh Don’t worry sweetie, i think im just pregnant!”
“…..”
“WHAT?!”
Saeran
You and saeran were far from being the perfect married couple, but you were both happy. He still had mental breakdowns and he still was quite isolate and reclusive, but could anyone blame him? After all the crap with Rika, the mystic eye, His mother, His father ,V and his brother, you would be worried if he wasn’t affected in some way. But he trusted you. He let you into his heart. You offered him the love he was deprived from for so long.You stayed by his side no matter what he did or said to you. But honestly, it was not easy. Sometimes the hurtful words he said to you, really hit you hard. You knew that he would never actually mean it. You knew he was not being his real self. But you couldn’t help but fee a tiny bit hurt. And this was one of these times. You had been throwing uo for the past few days and it had finally made him snap. 
“WHAT THE F*** S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID LITTLE COW”. He screamed out. And you just accepted it. Because you loved him. You knew he didn’t mean it. But, the tears on your face came down even harder. This time hurt much more than the others. This was because..
You were pregnant with his child.


V
V treated you as if you were his queen. He loved you so much and you loved him back. You were not married nor engaged. Just boyfriend and girlfriend living happily together in his apartment. You loved him, you really did , with all your heart. But you feared that he did not love you as much as you wished. And that was because of her. You glanced at the small photo V kept on his desk. You glared cold at it. Rika. The woman who injured V so horridly. Who hurt Yoosung, Saeyoung, Saeran and Jumin emotionally. You could not understand how V could still love her for such a long time. He finally broke up with her once Zen and Yoosung sent her to a mental health rehab centre. And that is when he began to develop feelings for you. You were so happy with him, but you couldn’t not help feeling just a bit hurt that he was still in love with her. But, what could you do, they were engaged after all. Anyone would be hurt by that. And he was still refusing the eye surgery and time was running out. He was not listening to anyone, not you, Jumin, anyone. And it was worrying you. But perhaps..Perhaps you being pregnant could change everything? Surely, SURELY, he would consider having the eye surgery if it meant possibly never having the chance to see his own son or daughter…


AHHHH I DID IT! Okay i really wanted to start a pregnancy series with mystic messenger cause lets all be serious…its what we all need. AND THANK YOU FOR A 100 FOLLOWERS AGDWEFBJEIOFIEJFOIZ. I was so happy but yeah! do you like this idea?if so please like reblog follow and request for more!!

Monsters

Requested: Please do some daddy Shawn.

A/N: I don’t know why I try writing fluffy things, because they’re awful most times. I also changed the lyrics of LOFP a little, sorry.

Word count: 2,066

A faint noise rang in my ears, but not nearly loud enough to pulled me out of my heavy sleep. Only seconds later, I felt the faint squeezes on my arms. When I finally managed to open them, the room was too dark for me to see anything properly.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, feeling just how sore they were. I blinked a few times, before finally being able to see shadows in the dark bedroom.

“Daddy, daddy” she cried again, forcing down my gaze.

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BTS’s reaction to you dancing with another man:

A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~


Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch to lace up your trainers for dance practice.

“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.

“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”

Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.

He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs about in time to your own rhythm.

You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”

You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to leave for practice.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.

When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing lights.

Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of this stuff down - it’s gold.

But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s getting away with that!

Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarls.

The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are left, invisible in the corner of the club.

“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control though.”

“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps like that make me furious.”

You bite your lip. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Please.”

Originally posted by lethargicmin


Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another man. It should be him leading you as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And seeing his hands on your waist has something sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.

“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see through with one blink and one shake of your head:

“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”

“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.

Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”

Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”

Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No, on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.

Originally posted by asdfghobi


Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.

Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep your eyes trained on him, and no one else.

“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.

The frown that clouds your features is not the response he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?” you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.

Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”

You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter what I say about the other members, or any other man for that matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”

Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.

Originally posted by hossiki


Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin an idea.

That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips, you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.

“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.

“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo, and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”

You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other guys.”

“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.

Originally posted by itschiminie


Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird. In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures, Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break free from his rib cage.

There’s only one thing to do.

He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.

Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.

Originally posted by jitamin


Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together, hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.

You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”

You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way. It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching, kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.

It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.

Originally posted by jeonbase


(I did not make these gifs!)

Little Witch (Part 3)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 3 194

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so happy how this turned out out to be. Flashback is in Italics:) I hope you like it an please, i am begging you, let me know what you think about the story ♥ Enjoy (Sorry for the mistakes) 

Part 1 // Part 2

Originally posted by misshollander1

Peter was sitting next to the closed door waiting for the mysterious girl to get clean. He had showed her his room because he had a personal bathroom and was the only option he had. He couldn’t get her face when he told her which this room was to out of his mind.

‘Fantastic, she thinks I am a fool now.’ the boy was deep in his thoughts. The usual feeling of nervousness when you think you had messed up in front of a person you wanted to impress was now taken over him. He surely had showed Tony something he didn’t want to with his behavior or the way he was looking at her, but how could he resist? He was amazed not that much from her appearance but the fact she wasn’t a cry-baby but a tough little…witch. He longed for the moment to understand more about her character, what she liked, what her dreams are now and so on without knowing why. Maybe the mysteriousness in her personality was the only thing responsible for this.

‘Come to Earth, Peter! You just met her, you can’t be head over heels about a girl you don’t even know!’

As the boy was trying to convenience himself to stop the unstoppable desires of the soul, a noise came from the bathroom. With his blurred senses he entered the room with fuss thinking about the worse that could have happened.

“Oh my god, Peter! Don’t you know how to knock?!”, the girl screamed as she tried to cover her with the towel. Peter turned around and covered his eyes “You are lucky I am wearing a bra and underwear. I didn’t think you are so pervert and creepy.”

“What, no! I-I just heard something falling. I thought you have hurt yourself, I didn’t want to- bother you or see you naked.”

‘Great! Amazing! If she didn’t think I was a fool, now she definitely does!’

“You already saw what you saw…there’s no need to hide and act innocent.”, (Y/n) retorted. Unfortunately, Peter was thrown in a serious dilemma.

‘If I turn around, this may show her I want to scan her half-naked body…but if I don’t, she will think I am acting just to impress her. What the hell am I supposed to do!?’

As every man, he had to understand the girl’s mind faster and come up with a decision. In his opinion, turning around was the better option, so he did so. As he removed his hand from his face he got stunned. (Y/n) was wearing a bra and jeans given to her from Wanda but the body wasn’t what caught his attention. It was her back.  

“Beautiful, don’t you think?” bitterness and sarcasm was read in her response. Her bare back was marked with a stranger and macabre scar. The letter ‘X’ was carved deep in her skin.

“I-I am sorry, staring at it wasn’t my intention.”

“There’s no need to apologize, Peter. I am not ashamed of it, I don’t wanna hide it.”

“Why do you have it?”, the boy came back to the reality as the girl put a t-shirt on and hide the mark.

“I got it from Hydra. Like I said I was tortured.”, Peter wasn’t able to find any word to say something. He was amazed and angry at the same time by what had been done to this girl at her young age, “Let’s go to the others and finish this.”

“If you are not okay with explaining wha-”

“Wanda and Bruce told me about what they’ve been trough. I know others weren’t in paradise either. Maybe when I tell somebody what exactly happen, it won’t be that hard to bear it on my shoulders. ”

“Here you are, we thought something happened between you two.”, Stark smirked at the teenagers as they entered in the living room. He had a drink in his hand while standing near the huge glass wall.

“Actually, it did happened. Peter stormed into the bathroom as I was changing.”, the girl had crossed her hands in front of her so tried to make a pissed expression.

“That’s not how you try to win the girl, Peter!”, Stark exclaimed.

“What were you expecting from him? He is 24/7 with you, of course he will act like you.”, Nat smiled as she waved at the girl letting her know she can feel home here.

“I-It…I thought she had hurt herself, okay?”, it caused the whole group to laugh, especially when Peter got as red as a tomato.

(Y/N) sat down between Wanda and Nat. She ran a hand through her hair showing her worry. Wanda put a hand on her shoulder saying that it will relieve her and promised that she would feel better. They all waited in silence. (Y/N) didn’t wanted to start mainly because she didn’t know from when to or how. Steve managed to spot it.

“Well (Y/N) if Peter hasn’t scared you and you haven’t change your mind yet, we would like to know how you got possessed by Hydra, and if there are other people like you who we can save.”

The girl took a deep breath and began.

“It all started ten year ago. I don’t remember the date but I all the events after are still remained in my brain. We went on a holiday in Russia to spend New Year…”

1st January, 2007. Moscow, Russia.

The sequential cold day in the enormous and scary Russia. A war had been waged since last year but that didn’t stop the people from celebrating New Year, more precisely the new beginning, the time that would give them hope, strength, and maybe the time when the bloodshed would be stopped.

The clock had gone past 00:00 an hour ago. The people were still roaming through the centre of the capital city too excited to feel fatigue. There were young Russians enjoying the holiday, soldiers protecting the nation, families with their little children playing the snow, old people smiling as seeing their heirs happy. Nobody expected that this happiness will soon be ruined by a woman screaming.

A seven-year-old girl, named (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was holding her mother’s and father’s hands while admiring the splendor view of Moscow. She was coming from a country where snow wasn’t accumulating in such huge heaps like here. She wanted to throw herself into those cold clouds and play.

“Mummy, mummy!”, the girl pulled her mother’s coat getting her attention, “Can I play in the snow?”, the lady kneeled down and smiled at her little girl.

“Of course you can, but after that we will have to go back. And please, be careful.”

The little girl nodded in excitement and ran towards the other kids to play with. The family sat in a bench looking at their precious angel. She was far away but they never left an eye from her.

“Look how happy she is.”, they both were contemplating. The man took his wife’s hand and kissed it causing them both to look at each other for a moment. And that was their mistakes.

“Mummy!”, a shouting kid made them to both look away from each other. All the mother saw was her child token from a man in back and a van that seconds later got away. The woman couldn’t figure out what was happening in the first seconds.

“No! My child! They took my child! No! Save her!”, the lady began screaming. Everything went dead for a moment. The people were staring shocked at the screaming and crying mother. She ran straight to the soldiers and tried to shake one of them. Nobody did anything. The soldiers played as though nothing had happened. The mother was dying from the inside. Her kid was gone. She fell on the ground, her agony splitting the happy atmosphere. Her heart was slowly and painfully breaking, sticking it’s sharp ends in her chest not letting her take a breath.

That night was the last time (Y/N) saw her mummy and daddy. After being put in the van she was anesthetized so no one would hear her screams and weep. The girl woke in an unfamiliar room. She didn’t want to eat. All she desired for was seeing her parents again. But it’s different with kids. They don’t have the strength to do such things till the end. After days she gave up and attacked her lunch like a lion which hadn’t eaten in weeks. This time was the first she actually left the room she woke up into. A young lady had showed her the playground where she met other kids like her.

“Where is mummy?”, the little girl asked.

“She will come sweetheart, only if you do what we tell you.”, the lady gave her a bright smile causing the girl to believe her. The next few months she did what she was told but her mother wasn’t coming.

5th June, 2011.

(Y/N) didn’t believe anymore to the lies that were told to her. She knew her mother was gone, her father no more to be seen. Although she was only eleven, somehow she knew this place was probably her grave.

Since three years the men in white, how she decided to call them, had started doing some experiments with her. At first she didn’t know why and wasn’t resisting due to believing that this was the only chance to see her mummy and daddy again. Years later she still didn’t resist. There was no point.

Her schedule was hooked up in her room. 7am – breakfast, 7:30 – studying session (Maths, Russian, History); 13:00 – lunch, 13:30 – time to understand about your physical and psychological condition (that was how they called all the experiments they did to her, all the pain she felt and the indifferent from the doctors); 19:30 – dinner.

Each day was the same. The only different things were the subject they were teaching. This way of living ended on this day.

This time the experiments were two hour long and the other time was occupied with trainings. The remained children were getting a 4-hour long infernal torture. They began with learning how to use cold weapons. The first lessons were on dummies but the next week they began practicing on each other. Nobody wanted to hurt the friend opposite them. Some of the kids refused and got punished in front of all. They had to see that not obeying leaded to pain, not doing you best was leaded to torture. Since then (Y/n) was coming to her room all in blood, bruises and a hell pain that troubled her movements in the next day. Every night she was finding a first aid kid which she used to heal the wounds. Nobody was showing the kids how to use them, they had to learn on they own. Three kids died because of losing too much blood, from exhaust, from going nuts. Even those events didn’t stop Hydra with her experiments on their ‘rabbits’.

17th October, 2014

“Everything you’ve gone through was to get you ready for the cruel world out there, for the humanity. You are the one that would change the story. You will lead the planet to a better place and will do it with the cost of your life. Wars will be won by you and your names would be taught in the books.”, a tall beautiful woman was standing in front of the 14-year-old boys and girls who were formed in a perfect position. They looked willowier that the Russian army (Y/N) had seen 7 year ago. They were more dangerous with their killing skills. They were the perfect built weapon for Hydra’s plans.

“All the tasks more of you managed to survive had to unlock your powers which we gave you when you came. Everyone has different skills and now you should show us what you are capable of!”, after a cold smile the lady went away. They were in the usual training hall that was transuded with the blood of innocent kids who had lost their self. There was a hidden room where the people were looking at them, to see how they cooperated, how better they were becoming.

In the first day of this new training almost all of them found their power. One was able to get invisible, another one had the strength to break through a wall with his bare hands. Only (Y/N) was standing there not knowing what she can do. She tried several different positions but nothing. Once she got panicked she knew the result would be zero.

Two days had passed and (Y/N) was at the same conditional – no powers found. As she was putting all her efforts in understanding her abilities three soldiers stormed into the room. Two of them caught the girl by her hands and a voice filled the room.

“Ms. (Y/L/N) why aren’t you training?”, the words were spoken slowly and cold. They sent shivers down her spine and she stuttered an answer.

“I-I am doing my best, mister. I-I just don’t think I have powers.”

“Bullshits! You are considered as a rebel Ms. (Y/L/N) and I am sure you know what we do to them.”

“No, no, no!”, the girl began protesting, she kicked them all down in seconds and tried to run but other five soldiers came. She was doing well, observing, kicking, showing no mercy as she was thoughts until one of them punched her in the head. For a moment she lost balance. They took her hands and chained her. One of the soldiers kicked her in the ankles so she wouldn’t be able to stand. Her body weight had to be hold only by her hands. She took a breath and looked up seeing the red symbol of the organization. As soon as she did so, she felt an indescribable anguish in her back. The sound of a whiplash tearing a skill echoed through the room. Her so called friends were looking trying to show no sorrow or empathy.

Ten whiplashing later the familiar voice spoke again.

“I hope you learnt your lesson. If not, the whiplashes will increase with each disobey from you side.”

What was said had been done. The torture had increased and (Y/N) had been whiplashed in front of everyone.

“She is going to die!”, a woman spoke in the hidden room as she and some others people were watching ‘the show’.

“No, she won’t!”, said the leader – a tall woman with short brown hair.

“But it doesn’t change anything. We observed her. She definitely shows no signs of anything supernatural in her.”

“Why the others have and she doesn’t?!”, screamed the leader.

“Her powers are probably connected with her emotions. We raised those kids teaching them to hide, to forget about having feelings. That’s the problem.”, explained one of the doctors.

“So we should provoke her?”

“Yes.”

23th November, 2016

“Don’t you feel pain, Ms (Y/L/N)?”, the voice asked her for a hundredth time.

“No”, she asked calmly as the whip went along her back for one more time.

“Don’t you feel anger towards us for torturing you like an animal?”

“No.”, and with that the action was repeated. The girl was lying. She’s been tortured since two years. They did give her months to recover, to gain strength but two months weren’t enough for her body. The big letter ‘X’ was carved in her body, bleeding almost every night. But that wasn’t the worst. They had begun to manipulate her. Giving her pills, playing with her mind they had tried to made her show any sign of emotion. The girl thought this was some kind of a task that she had to pass. She never let them know she was suffering. She never let her anger out, not even when she was alone.

“Do it how many times you want!”, the girl spoke though her teeth as another whiplash hit her. This time she screamed. She made the mistake to let her feeling out for a moment and when she did, she couldn’t stop, “Do it! You won’t break me! YOU WON’T BREAK ME!”, she shouted and at the same time the windows in the Hall busted. She looked shocked as the people who had now been exposed.

“Finally”, said the leader with a smile on her face, “She showed her spark. Let’s see what her true power is.”

13th April, 2017

(Y/N) was led to a new premise. They made her sit on a chair and tied her tightly to it.

“We saw you have qualities for becoming the best soldier we have ever created.”, the girl didn’t answer, “But something is stopping you from revealing your full potential. Well, for you fortune we came with a decision how to remove this obstacle.”

The room had nothing else expect the chair she was tightened to. One of the walls was made by a Plexiglas or a common material. It was definitely showing another room and when the voice finished his statements a light from the other room showed what was there. The girl’s eyes widen at the view in front of her. There they were. Two well known faces the girl never forgot through her life here. They were the only thing giving her strength, courage to continue, to get through the Hell. Only the hope of seeing them is the reason she was still alive. She smiled for the first time in years.

“You missed them didn’t you?”

And then she came back to reality. Hydra wasn’t going to bring them to her so easily. They were going to do something to them and that scared her.

“Don’t hurt them!”, she screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! I am here! We will get out of here!”

“They can’t hear you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Show me your powers. Revile them!”

“I-I can’t! Don’t you understand, I CAN’T!”, she shouted, tears rolling down her face. She didn’t want to lose them, not now.

“You don’t give us another option. Enjoy the show.”

(Y/N) tried to untie her but her body wasn’t that strong as before. The tortures had weakened her. She screamed as loud as she could in order her parents to hear her. The girl was raging by now. She had to help them, she had to save them.

“Nooooo!”,she screamed as the way her mother did 10 years ago. With those emotions the ropes fell down on the ground black. She looked at them confused. Somehow she managed to burn them but now it wasn’t important. She ran towards the Plexiglas wall and started hitting it but nothing happened. Suddenly two soldiers appeared next to her parents. Her mummy and daddy were about to ask what was happening when out of a sudden they got shot in their heads. The girl fell on the floor at the same time her parents did.

“No!”, she was soaking quietly while looking her parent’s blood spread in the floor, at their eyes, which never saw her again, “Nooo! No! NO!”

Her rage unlocked. She fell the air getting hotter. Closing her eyes she let her feeling overwhelm her.

Part 4

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We Don’t Talk Anymore

Originally posted by the9397

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (feat. Jimin or the other way around??)

Word Count: 2.469

A/N: this was requested before I went on hiatus when jungkook released the cover but I just now had the time to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

also I didn’t proof read yet, I’m too lazy rn please bare with me


Strolling down the street, head down, you made your way to your university. One arm clutched around the cup of coffee and the other one gripping your bag tightly, knuckles turning white. The tension in your body was eating you out alive, making it impossible to function properly. 

A piercing sound made its way to your ears, causing you to flinch and letting your cup fall to the ground. The coffee splattered all across the sidewalk, passersby throwing you judging looks while your hand roamed through your pockets, searching for the device that was equivalent to the noise that startled you.

Finally being able to grasp it in between your shaking fingers, you held it to you ear, taking a deep breath. 

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, how’s your morning?”, his voice echoed through the device, sounding too eager for your still sleepy state.

“Mhh fine”, you mumbled while trying to dodge other passersby on the sidewalk that walked in the opposite direction. “You just startled me and I accidentally spilled all my coffee on the floor.” 

A pout formed on your lips as you realized you’d had to survive the whole day without your daily cup of sweet bitterness to give you a boost of energy. Your day was practically ruined.   

His angelic laugh made a smile appear on your face and you felt your heart flutter at that sound. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you (Y/N)”, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ll come by after your first period and bring you a new one, does that sound good?”

You sighed in defeat. “Jimin, it’s not that big of a deal, don’t worry. It’s just coffee”, you laughed. “I can survive without it.”

His grin was practically audible through the phone. “No, you wouldn’t (Y/N) and we both know that. Your unbearable without your morning coffee. I’ll be there.” 

Walking through the gates of your university, you nodded to some acquaintances and smiled. “How do I even deserve you Park Jimin? Thank you, really.”

He laughed. “Anything for my princess. Now go get to your class, we’ll see each other in a bit!”

You giggled and hung up before letting your phone slide back into your bag and taking a seat in the back row. Still in a lovely daze, you started to unpack and placed your paper and pen in front of you, ready to take notes for once during this lecture. It was one of the hardest to concentrate at and even though you told yourself each time before class to focus, that it’s important for your future, it always ended in a disaster. Not once had you been able to listen to what the professor said, let alone take notes. Your nerves were wrecked every time after class and the only thing that could calm you down was Jimin.

All of a sudden your hackles raised and you knew he was in the same room. He had entered and was looking directly at you, making your whole body react to his gaze even though you hadn’t looked at him yet. You didn’t have to turn to his direction to know that he was there. Your body knew. 

Nervously, you started chewing on your bottom lip and kneading your hands together, trying to hold your gaze to the front. If you looked, this lecture wouldn’t be different from all the others. You had to concentrate. You had to stay strong, You had to stay focused. 

A light breeze made goosebumps appear on your arms and your heart started aching when the smell of his cologne hit your nose. Slowly you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply and remembering…


“I could stay like this forever, you know. You, me and this bed”, his deep early morning voice lulled you in. You softly hummed in response, snuggling closer to his chest and inhaling his unique scent. Butterflies danced in the pit of your stomach and electricity shot through your body wherever his fingers decided to caress your naked skin. 

“Of course we’d need to hire someone then to cook for us, otherwise we’d starve to death”, he added, making you giggle. Your eyes shot up and his hands started playing with your hair while looking at you lovingly.

You loved moments like these. He treated you like the most precious thing anyone could ever hold. He made you feel like the Queen on Earth that nobody could ever compare to. You felt safe and loved. All of his being was devoted to you in those few seconds and you couldn’t think of any better feeling than that. His arms were your home. His eyes were your savior. His lips your treasure. He was everything to you and you were everything to him. 

Just the two of you.

“We could just hire Jin. I bet he’d gladly cook for his youngest child, making sure he doesn’t starve to death”, he laughed at your comment, placing soft kisses all over your face.

“I could never starve to death with you in my arms”, he muttered and you playfully hit his chest, making him gasp in fake shock.

“Geez, you’re so cheesy sometimes”, you said while hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Only for you (Y/N)”, he laughed, pulling you closer, enwrapping you in his scent. 

Heaven was nothing compared to his arms.


A high pitched giggle made you come back from your memories and you turned your head to the source of noise, eyebrows furrowed and heart aching. One of your classmates was sitting on his lap, throwing her head back and laughing dramatically while he grinned silently, hands placed on her waist and softly tickling her.

“Stop it Jungkook, you know how ticklish I am!”, she squealed, playfully hitting his arms and smiling widely at him. 

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it”, he answered before continuing his mission.

The professor turned his microphone on, making the girl slide back onto her chair and Jungkook turn his gaze away from her, smile fading instantly. His eye bags looked horrible, eyes sad, almost emotionless. His face was pale and lips chapped. All life seemed to be sucked out of him, just like you were feeling. 

His gaze went up and your eyes met, locking for a small eternity. You saw the blood rush through his veins back to his face again, giving his cheeks a pink tint, eyes sprinkling with all kinds of emotions and lips turning to a nostalgic smile. Your heart fluttered just like it used to with a mix of a painful feeling that seemed as if someone was slamming a knife into it over and over again. Your eyes started to water but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him. He seemed to suck you in, not letting you go no matter how hard you tried to focus on your professor instead of Jungkook.

Until the girl nudged him in the side and he flinched, breaking eye contact and making you release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Quickly, you turned to the front, grabbing pen and paper and eagerly starting to write down whatever the professor was telling. Your mind was still in another dimension but your just automatically wrote everything down that you got a glimpse of. You could feel Jungkook’s stare from the other side of the room, yet you didn’t act on it. It burned holes into your ski but you stayed focused - or at least you tried to.

Throughout the whole lecture you could feel his gaze on you, so when class was finally over, you quickly grabbed your things together and ran out of the lecture hall. Almost running into your boyfriend who was waiting in front of the door, Jimin grabbed your wrist before you could splash the second coffee all over both of you.

“Wow there, slow down”, he laughed and placed a small kiss on your lips, handing you the coffee. 

You grabbed it thankfully, shooting him an apologetic smile and embracing him in a tight hug. That was all you needed in that moment. No coffee, no nothing. Just Jimin holding you tight.

He sensed that and pulled you close, still standing in the middle of the hallway, softly caressing your back, placing a kiss on top of your head. You stayed like that for a while before you looked up at him and gently smiled.

“Thank you”, you spoke, making him look a little lost.

“For what?”, Jimin asked and raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled. “Everything.”

That’s when a huge smile spread across his face, pulling you close into his arms again and softly rocking you from side to side, holding you like you were his world.

And you were. 


“Jimin!”, you called for him from your bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror while adjusting the tight dress, already looking for a pair of shoes to wear.

His figure appeared in the door frame a second later and he looked at you questioningly. “What’s up?”

You stopped in your tracks and pulled another dress out of your wardrobe.

“Which one should I wear tonight? This black one from when we ate dinner with your parents in that really fancy Italian restaurant or the red one that I’m wearing right now?”, you turned to face him and saw his face. 

“When did you get this dress (Y/N)?”, his eyes were big and mouth slightly open, hands scratching his neck - a habit he had when he was nervous. 

“Mhh I don’t quite remember”, you said while he bit down on his lips, gaze wandering up and down your body. But boy, did you remember….


“(Y/N) have you seen m-”, Jungkook stopped in his tracks as he stepped into your bedroom, seeing you standing there in the gift he got you.

“I see you already tried your Valentine’s gift on”, he smirked before placing his bag down onto the floor and making his way over to where you were standing. His hands gently caressed the material of the dress, following your curves, exploring it as if it was all new to him. 

You hummed in response and turned back to the mirror in front of you, Jungkook holding you from behind. A smirk was placed on your lips as he started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down every once in a while.

“You know, I was wondering if this dress was maybe more of a gift for yourself than for me”, you jokingly teased, making him smirk onto your skin before sliding his hands down your body to the hem of the dress.

“I’m not gonna lie, it is a pretty convenient gift don’t you think? You get something new to wear as you always complain that you don’t have enough nice things to wear and I get to look at you in it”, cocked his eyebrows at you. “And occasionally taking if off of you again”, he winked into the mirror, making you laugh and turn to face him again.

“I thought you had practice tonight”, you smirked, letting your index finger slide down his toned chest covered by one of his typical white shirts. Purposely you pressed your body against his, letting him feel every single curve of yours.

“They won’t mind if I’m late. After all it’s still Valentine’s Day and we didn’t get to the best part of today yet, did we?”, he leaned in before you could answer but you knew you didn’t need to answer. He knew your response anyway.


Hand in hand you stepped into the restaurant, your heels clacking on the floor while the waiter led the way to the already full table. Heads turned to the two of you but you tried your best to ignore it. Jimin squeezed your hand, sensing how uncomfortable you were feeling. You looked at him and he smiled at you reassuringly, making a smile appear on your lips as well.

As you arrived on the table, everybody greeted you happily before you sat down on the bench side, next to Hoseok who was already smiling at you brightly, making you feel more at ease than you would have thought. He was he definition of an angel and could make anybody happy, no matter in what kind of mood they were in. 

Jimin was sat to your left, so when you accidentally kicked someone’s feet underneath the table while adjusting your seating position, your gaze automatically shot up to dramatically apologize until you met his eyes.

He looked at you as if he was trying to take a mental photograph, regret washing over his face and small tears well up before he could blink them away.

“You look really beautiful tonight (Y/N)”, he complimented you, while holding eye contact, searching for something specific in your eyes. 

“You really do (Y/N! I really love your dress, where did you get it from?”, the girl from your lecture, his girlfriend, asked you. An honest smile was plastered on her face and she seemed sincerely interested.

You smiled back at her. “Thank you! Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this from… I think it might have been a gift or something”, you smiled apologetically and she shrugged before turning her attention back to Taehyung who was sitting on her other side.

As your gaze wandered away from her you noticed Jungkook’s expression. His jaw was clenched, hands hidden under the table but you were sure they were tensed as well. His eyes full of hurt, he glared at you before sinking his look and you noticed a small tear rolling down his cheek that he was quick to wipe away before anybody else noticed. 

At his sight, your heart started to ache like it was about to burn down in flames and every inch of your body longed for his touch. You wanted to comfort him and tell him that of course you did remember. That you could never forget, not him and not anything he had done for you.      

You flinched when Jimin placed his soft hand on your thigh, making you turn your attention to him. 

“Are you okay?”, he asked concerned, motioning to your tensed posture. 

“Yes Chimchim, I’m fine”, you faked a giggle, making him sigh in relief and place a soft kiss on your lips before turning his attention back to Jin who had started to tell his famous jokes. 

You shot Jungkook one last look before turning to Hoseok and starting a conversation with him. You had to distract yourself otherwise you’d go crazy in a matter of minutes.

You hoped that Jungkook would do the same. Distract himself. Do something else than stare at you throughout the whole night.

Jimin couldn’t find out. Nobody could find out.

©jiminelli

Shot

Note: thanks bb! ahh, I love this! thanks for the request! .c

Request:  Heyaa I love your imagines could you do a Bucky x reader imagine with the prompt “Why’d you get shot?!” and “That was stupid”

Originally posted by gliceria



All you could remember before passing out from losing blood from a gunshot, was an agent threatening to steal Bucky away from you, saying they would stop at nothing to bring their “precious Winter Soldier” back. They would track him down, lock him away, and erase his memory again. You wouldn’t let that happen. 

The red book that held those words that echoed through Bucky’s mind was in a safe place when you arrived, hidden from everyone in sight. Then an agent brought it out and was dangling it right in your face, only furthering their threat. You had to take it. You wouldn’t let them torture Bucky like that ever again.

In the quinjet, you had woken up and you were biting on a rag as Steve used a pair of surgical tweezers to remove the bullet. You screamed into the rag, your teeth nearly cracking at the intense grip you had. “I’m sorry! I-it’s really in there.” He frowned at the pain he was causing you, he hated having to do this.

You started feeling dizzy the longer this took. You felt tears fill your eyes and you let out a huge breath when you felt Steve finally pull the bullet out. “Bucky’s gonna freak out, you know that, right?” Steve asked as he cleaned around your wound. You nodded gently, watching Steve get a needle and stitch ready.

It didn’t take long for him to stitch it up and the quinjet landed right after he put medical tape on the sides of a large piece of gauze. You pulled your shirt down and gave Steve an appreciative hug. 

As you walked down the landing strip, Bucky ran over to you and greeted you and Steve with a wide smile. You smiled back and ignored the soreness in your side. Bucky’s face fell as he watched you limping a little, not being able to walk correctly from stretching the stitches. “What happened?” Your resolve fell at his question. “Really?” You whined at how quickly he could figure out you were hurt. 

Bucky reached his hands out to hold your waist, but you recoiled, wincing at the contact. He gasped and his eyebrows creased with worry. “Y/N? Steve, why did she…“ Bucky whispered, his eyes on your mid-section. “Right, I’m gonna go. Good luck, Y/N!” Steve quickly ran off, not wanting to be here for this. He understood why you did what you did. You saved Bucky, but barely saved yourself in the process. 

“I got shot.” You said barely over a whisper. Bucky’s mouth fell slack and his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. “Why’d you get shot?!” He exclaimed, his hands hovering over your waist. He tried lifting your shirt up but you stopped him. You already knew he would blame himself for this. Even if it was your choice. 

Bucky ran his hands through his hair frantically as his breathing picked up. “How could this happen!? Where was Steve? Who shot you!? I’ll kill them! Y/N, oh my God!” Bucky was a total mess in mere seconds, his emotions ranging from anger to sadness, and worry.

You quickly stopped Bucky by grabbing his forearms, making him look down at you. “Bucky! I’m okay! I got the book.” Bucky stopped freaking out, his eyes on yours. He visibly calmed down and took a moment to process what you said. “You what?” He squinted his eyes at you.

“I got the book.” You repeated with a small smirk. The team had been after the book for the past few months while Bucky stayed behind. This time you and Steve went. And with a sudden twist of fate, you got it. You took pride in being the one that retrieved it, regardless if you got hurt. 

Bucky’s eyebrows raised and his back straightened. “That was stupid.” He muttered after a few short moments, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe that you would risk your life for him. A book, that held his biggest fears, was now safe. All because of you. “It was worth it.” You started to walk towards the elevator on the roof. 

Bucky followed beside you and lightly shook his head. “You’re so…” He trailed off, slipping his hand in yours. “Amazing?” You smiled up at him, rubbing your thumb along his skin. He chuckled, though you knew he was still shaken up, and leaned down to kiss your head.

“Amazing.” 

Note: I’m sorry if it was too short! I love reading your comments, feel free to leave one! .c

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Confession rehearsal

A/n: in which Marinette lies to Adrien, daily


The sounds of the city have become a muted thing, all she can hear is the rushing of her heartbeat, a crazy lub dub that fills her sight with stars.

Or maybe that’s just because she’s forgetting to breathe again.

Even the buffeting wind that encircles them is oddly quiet, a blessedly cold caress against her flushed cheeks.

But he’s here. His eyes are wide and curious and the prettiest shade of green. Almost exactly the color of sunlight drifting through leaves.

And she’ll lose her focus if she thinks anymore, because in stark contrast to his eyes, his smile is comforting. It’s a soft, little thing of warmth and encouragement.

Her reality cements itself again when Chat Noir gives her the most earnest thumbs up, the material of his suit is so blatantly loud as he shifts awkwardly.

She gathers up all the courage settled into her dots, the thing that’s decidedly a part of Ladybug and not Marinette.

Her cheeks burn and the words fall out with a vague rush of relief. She shuts her eyes, lets her dry lips stretch and contort to shape what she needs to say.

“Sorry, I know it’s really sudden and all…but I…I really, really like you. For a long time…a-actually…oh god.”

Her eyes are still screwed shut, and this time the stars she sees are from that rather than lack of air. She wonders if she can make a wish on these ones, considering Paris is too bright to ever see real ones.

His soft laughter causes that same familiar pain to lance through her, she wrings her hands in agitation and irritation mixed with all her affection tinges her words.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” She chides, closing the distance between them, and with a strangely Herculean effort, punches him casually on the shoulder.

He chuckles a bit more, rubbing at his arm.

“I’m not…not at you…not exactly, Ladybug. It’s just you always close your eyes. It looks really painful. But at least you didn’t call him ‘beautiful boy’ this time around.”

He seems to notice her underlying discomfort and thinks she’s genuinely still worried about this night’s rehearsal. He takes it in the way she wants him to.

(And in the way she really doesn’t.)

And like always, he makes her confidence a priority. His encouragement is the farthest thing from false.

(Even if it hurts…oh so much…that she’s practicing these confessions for some other person.)

He places his hands on her small shoulders, his smile is that a little more mellow, a whole lot more sweet as he looks down at her.

He thinks that she should really keep her eyes open during her confession. Because they’re such a starkly bluebell blue, that he thinks, no matter who she confesses to with those shining bright eyes, they’ll say yes.

He would in a heartbeat. Or less.

But her feelings aren’t for him. There for some mystery person. Someone who makes her stutter and devolve back into the adorable politeness that was his classmate…

“Marinette…you should really have more faith in yourself. Honestly, you’re ready. You’ve been ready to make that confession for a while now. I don’t think we need to practice every day now.”

She vehemently shakes her head, and her eyes are narrowed in dogged refusal to listen to him.

“I need more time. Maybe on…Christmas of next year.”

“You really…really need to see that you’re already there, Marinette…and that’s like,” He takes a moment to tally up the time, before humming in frustration. “That’s twenty months away. You can’t keep putting this off.”

But there’s this sick twisted part of him that wants her to feel just a little unsure. That wants her to keep fake confessing to him…just so he can pretend for a few more nights that the girl he loves, loves him too.

Still, her uncertainty runs deep. It seems to be a part of her own bones, lacing through her just as surely as her kindness does.

He can’t promise that the object of her affections will return her feelings…but he can promise her that she’ll be fine if they don’t. After all, he’s currently an expert on an unrequited love. Except she’s got a lot more gumption that he does and she’s been practicing.

She’s still shaking her head, although a bit dizzy by now and he sees the edge of mischief curling her lips.

He moves his hands to cradle her cheeks, thumbs laid just over the edge of her mask. It takes effort not to move his fingers, not to trace the planes of her precious face.

But he does it, and she’s still trying to shake her head in jest, straining gently against his careful hold.

“You’re the worst bobble head ever.” He snorts, and tries to catch her gaze with earnest joy. “But no matter what you want to do, you’ll be great. You can mess up. It’s totally fine. Whatever happens, it wasn’t you. That person just wasn’t…the right one at that time.”

She stops shaking her head long enough to catch the seriousness of his tone, and he has to look away before those pretty blues drown him in curiosity.

Because under no circumstances will he allow their friendship to be ruined because he couldn’t control his emotions.

His hands fall away quickly from her, fiddling with the trailing end of his tail as he finishes his point.

“You’ve…you got this, Marinette.” He says gently, and even beyond her Ladybug suit, he sees the way his encouragement helps. The way she stands a little bit taller. The way the energy of her hope seems to make even her ribbons perk up a bit.

“Thanks…Adrien. It really…it really means a lot. I’m so happy.” She answers back…and somehow she doesn’t sound entirely truthful.

She doesn’t sound happy, but Chat decides to attribute that to lingering uncertainty.

(And for once, she wishes her cat was more observant.)

But the night devolves into a gentle, easy conversation. Ending with him scribbling down the answers to the physics homework for her with a half hearted complaint.

“These only cover your butt for the homework. You’re actually going to have to learn the concepts for the test.”

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“So what if I take the path of least resistance?” She remarks, picking her away from around the chimney stack and beginning to swing her yoyo to begin her journey home.

“Did you just make a joke about circuits? Ohm my god….” He deadpans, his grin turning into one that is absolutely shit-eating.

She laughs sweetly, and waves at him over her shoulder…eager to leave before he catches the harsh beating of her heart.

(And he watches her arc through the sky, a streak of red luck breaking through the winter haze with his heart in his throat. His fingers still tremble, regretting everything.)

She knows she’s being entirely selfish.

She knows she’s being entirely stupid.

But there was a culmination of circumstances that had lead to her current conundrum

And that word happened to start with a C too. Chat Noir..who was Adrien Agreste…who as Chat Noir..

The reveal is inconsequential. How it happened is anticlimactic at best and underwhelming at worst.

She had pieced it together before him. It had been an amalgamation of overly specific puns and a shared reference that only the two of them could have known.

He’d found her out after they’d both gone into the same broom closet to transform…the strangest of liminal spaces encasing two confused heroes and two giggling kwamis.

Another story for another time.

For now, what matters is that the reveals had lead to a better friendship. A relationship the spans both sides of their coins. A person with whom they could share everything.

Well, almost everything. She can’t very well tell Adrien that she’s loved him since day two. She can’t tell him that now her first love and her almost love have coalesced into one wonderfully flawed and dorky boy.

So she lies. Sort of.

She tells him that she likes someone in school.

He asks if he knows them.

She shrugs and says she thinks so.

He asks about their hobbies and what they look like.

She resorts to nauseating poetry to throw him off.

Eyes the color of la Seine in winter. Hair that is woven from ambrosia. A smile made of sunbeams.

He laughs it all off, in a way that’s too easy…to casual for her to even fathom that he feels anything other than amusement.

She’s noticed…a miniscule change…but after the reveal, he’s less flirtatious as Chat. A lot more laid back and maybe just the tiniest bit more sarcastic.

A mark of friendship…something blessed and cursed at the same time.

So when she confesses, she’s not lying. She tells him everyday in various iterations how much she loves him…and he still has no idea she’s confessing to him.

It’s painful, but it’s a hurt of her own making.

Except for now…today is the day. She won’t lie anymore, because unfortunately she’s noticed the growing numbers of Valentine’s he’d received last month.

Because she’s noticed how much more at ease he is with girls that fawn over him and how much more familiar he is with everyone in class.

Because one day they’ll graduate and one day Hawkmoth will be defeated and her pride is stubborn enough not to let her confession happen because a man with a butterfly obsession threatens to throw her life into chaos.

It’s the same scene. The same cloudy haze and the same bright city.

The same stars she sees in her sight because she’s not breathing right, but she’s got no more time.

She’s silent for a bit, and it’s enough to prompt the usual encouragement.

“Hey…I’m really cheering for you.” Tumbles from his mouth when she feels it break.

Despite her months of practice, she still screws her eyes shut and practically shoves out her confession.

“Sorry I know I lie all the time, but I’ve lo..liked you for a long time…and I don’t want to hide anymore. I know I’ve messed up everything…I know you might not like me back, but I really…I really needed to tell that to you, Adrien.”

It’s only now that the volume has returned. The loud rushing sounds of traffic float up from below, the wailing of a boat horn in the distance…the brief, choked laughing that comes from him.

Beyond her vulnerability, anger and hurt make her eyes fly open. Make her fingers curl into fists and make her open her mouth to tell him to please realize that she’s being serious, but…

He stands there with a giant smile, a boy made a little bit of laughter and a little bit of tears, as he says-

“I love you too.”

YOUSEF/SANA FANFICTION RECS MASTERPOST

Hello! I know you’re probably confused as to why an Evak fics recs blog is posting a Yousana masterpost right now… At first I only meant to reply to an anon’s request for a few fics, but then it kinda turned into this, so I hope y’all don’t mind. I think we all are in the need for some kind of glimmer of hope and light in the form of fluffy fics right now anyway. 

The list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics and will be updated over time, so make sure to like/bookmark it.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ” 

All the fics can be found under the cut. Have fun.

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Are You Mine?

Summary: Teaching was never Dan’s dream job. It’s just something he kind of stumbled into, but after working at Greenbrook Secondary for two years, he finds himself loving everything about it. Except for maybe the feelings he’s having for one of his students.

Genre: Smut with feels

Word count: 8,067

Kinks: Student/Teacher, hickeys, a lil bit of dirty talk, fucking to Arctic Monkeys (it’s a kink, I swear)

Notes: This is a request from my friend @jinx279. I hope it suffices after the long ass time I made you wait.

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Random Headcanons of the Week #3

Hello, everyone!
This time we decided to think about the reactions of some of our favorite characters to a prompt that we found a while ago and really enjoyed:

Reader: “May I ask you politely to slam me into the wall and make out with me?” 


Reinhardt

Actually, watch out how you phrase this question. Don’t say pin instead of slam because he will probably just charge at you and kill you instantly, not even realizing what he’s doing.

Reinhardt would be very sweet about it. He asks if you’re okay with it since you’re not exactly alone at the moment and people might be watching, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.
“Anything I can do to make meinen Schatz happy!” he laughs as he carefully slams you against the wall. Well, you won’t have to worry about any spectators anyways; it’s probably way too hard to see what’s going on behind this lovely giant.

McCree

“Woah, there!” would probably be the first thing he says but, of course, he won’t leave it at that. He leans in a bit closer and asks you to repeat your question.
“I ain’t sure if I understood ya correctly, darlin’. Could you say that again?”
As you quietly repeat your question with a giant blush on your face, the smirk on his lips just grows bigger and bigger. He’ll definitely fulfill your desire.
“Well, guess I can’t say no to that.”

Jack Morrison

He just stares at you for several seconds, slowly processing your words before he becomes extremely flustered. His face turns bright red and he has absolutely no idea what to say as you just keep staring at him unfazed. At some point, he would gather his courage and take a look around to make sure no one is watching the two of you.
“I mean since you asked politely…why not?”

Gabriel Reyes

Your question is originally meant as a joke. You are sure that Gabriel must have noticed the tone in your voice but he just doesn’t care. At all.
“Whatever you want,” he mutters with a smirk.
He doesn’t even hesitate for one single second. There is absolutely no time for you to regret anything or retract your words. Contrary to Jack, Gabriel doesn’t care about being seen at all, he’ll make sure everyone knows you belong to him. 

Junkrat

He’s convinced that you reached a completely new level of telling jokes. He laughs it off but on the inside, he would love to grant your wish. However, he soon notices your determined expression and realizes that you’re far from joking.
“Wait, for real?”
“Yes, for real!”
His face is adorned by the largest grin as he leaves you no room to breathe for the next few minutes.

Hanzo

This poor man is just so confused when you ask him. Why would you want that, especially in public? Where you going crazy? You two barely show any affection outside one of your rooms so this is a completely new topic for him. Hanzo just stares at you for a while, it feels wrong but he still kind of wants to comply with your request. However, he takes his time so you have to take matters into your own hands. In the end, Hanzo is the one getting slammed into the wall and receiving kisses all over his face. It takes him a while but he will be glad to return those. 

Genji

You will definitely need to reassure him that it’s okay. Because of his past as a notorious playboy, he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re just one of many others; he wants you to know that you’re special and the most precious thing in his life.
“I know, love. Don’t worry about it! Now come on, I asked you politely, didn’t I?” you tell him. He lets out a small giggle and starts kissing you intimately, still wanting this to be a cherished moment.


Mei

Since both of you are usually pretty shy, this question absolutely catches her off guard. With flushed cheeks, she asks if you are really sure about this. As you answer in the affirmative, Mei quickly builds an ice wall to shield the two of you from any unwanted spectators. However, you still are the one who has to take the initiative. 

Sombra

She decides to use her abilities to make sure no one would interrupt you. Automatic doors? Hacked and closed. Lights? Hacked and off for the next fifteen minutes. Surveillance cameras? What surveillance cameras? But of course, before things start getting heated, there’s an important question.
“Are we talking about making out or making out?” she questions cheekily.
“If we’re gonna do it, we better do it right, don’t you think?”

D.Va

Hana simply grins at you, offering a deal: “Sure thing, yeobo! But only if you beat me at Street Fighter!” You stare at her confusedly. It is impossible to beat her at any video game; she could just say no if she isn’t feeling like it. But things turn out quite differently: you win. Or rather, someone lets you win.
“You know, you could have just said yes without this whole ordeal, Hana!”
“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” she responds as she puts away the controller and starts making her way over to you.

Pharah

She sends you an emotionless gaze for a few seconds before frantically looking around and making sure no one is watching. She wouldn’t admit it but she had a really bad day at work and is more than glad that you asked. From time to time, Pharah really needs a small make-out session to relieve the stress. Who doesn’t? 

Mercy

Angela seems barely fazed by your question even though her cheeks are taking on a slightly rosy tint. She smiles warmly at you and would agree but she notices a lot of Overwatch suddenly running around.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere private later? Seems like a team just got back from a mission so I’ll have to take a look at them, okay?” You nod and she gives you a quick peck on the lips before walking away to the infirmary. The busy doctor will definitely fulfill your wish later in the evening.

Widowmaker

She doesn’t care about any possible bystanders at all. You want a make-out session, you’ll get a make-out session. However, she’s not really sure if she’s doing it right. Amélie needs a surprising amount of reassurance on that topic, she never really knows how to interpret all these feelings inside her or read her partner’s emotions. She has trouble actually telling if you’re enjoying this or not so make sure to tell her.


Bonus: Bastion

The three glasses of red wine affect you in a weird way: the fact that you ask Bastion to make out with you speaks volumes. Bastion lets out a puzzled beep, awkwardly patting your back with one of his arms. Of course, you realize your mistake after a few minutes.
“Right, sorry. You’re…you don’t even have a mouth, sorry. Shit, I apologize, Bastion.”
The robot reassures you with an understanding dweet.

The Arrangement (Part 6)

Summary: Jess informs you about Dean’s past, and Sam teases Dean. After dinner, Dean brings you home to find someone unexpected waiting for you, and helps you deal with it.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, sexual tension/references, a mild panic attack, mentions of breakups

A/N: Part 6 because I have homework I don’t want to do. Hope you guys like it!

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Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 3.

Hey guys, as promised, here is part 3 of Tutor Me? This is actually going to be the final part of this mini series, though if anyone would really like it, there is an epilogue that contains the next scene but it does contain smut. like real smut. if you’d like me to upload the epilogue, please send me an ask! don’t worry too much though, I’ll definitely do some more Reggie oneshots! he’s such a cutie lil fluffball. 

PART ONE HERE.

PART TWO HERE.

EPILOGUE HERE.

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War allies

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: It’s sometimes sad, but overall cute. Mentions of torture.

Summary: After the events in the Leipzig airport, queen (Y/N) is taken to the Raft and tortued to say something about the whereabouts of Captain Rogers; she endures everything and even got rescued by a fellow monarch whom she knew from a life that she thought she would never get back to. Diplomacy is key.

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“What you did to them was not as cruel as what they did to you.”

It was the first thing (Y/N) typed down. She was home at last, and more or less safe and she firmly needed to believe her own words.

The medical team that took care of her told her that if she wasn’t keen on talking, she could probably write things down, let her memory and fingers do the job, but that was easier said than done; especially when her memory only played the same images again and again. She took a deep breath, feeling her chest inflate with the income and slowly exhaled everything away. The thoughts wandered in and out, and following her meditation teacher’s instructions, she tried not to make a whole story around them.

It all begun in Vienna. I shouldn’t have gone. I shouldn’t have been there. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. But I did. I went there and I can’t change that. I was there only to hear what fat men wanted from people with powers; people like me. But I am not their property and I don’t want them to register me or mark me as something I am not. I am a queen, I am a ruler and I am powerful. I am graceful in what I do and god knows I am. I just wanted people to feel better, but their emotions turned confusing and I just couldn’t do that anymore.

By the end of her first stream of consciousness session, (Y/N) was already shaking and crying. She grabbed her head in her hands tightly, trying to shake away all the images that followed those inauspicious events. Leipzig, and then the Raft. She remembered hiding in the shadows, unbeknownst to everyone, as she toyed and manipulated their anger and their feelings of blind justice.

Captain Rogers had hidden friends outside the avengers, and she was a most appreciated one, so it was not a surprise when he told her to please help him out with a little something. He mentioned the dangers and the exposure, but he also explained how important it was for him to have his friend back and the accords not signed. (Y/N) understood that very well. The meaning of family and the promise of a free life.

Once she was there, hiding behind the structures, containers and trucks, she felt a familiar presence. But she could not recognize anybody; not their breathing and not her thoughts. She moved around like the shadows and with them, trying to remain unseen from everyone. But then the fight was over and the million tricks under her sleeve were gone and people were dragging her to a plane to throw her into a prison in the middle of the ocean. The Raft, they called it.

There she met her fellow inmates, the archer, the man that could shrink, the man with the wings and the woman with the mental abilities. She could not escape and she could not use her powers to feel less lonely. Little by little, she locked herself into her own mind, unwilling to maintain a conversation with anybody, and each passing day she seemed more and more unbreakable, even though she was tortured in several ways to get the information about Captain Rogers and his whereabouts. She knew and believed in the value of loyalty, even if it meant rotting in her cell.

She was about to give up on everything and everyone, but then she saw the light, or more like the light going off. Steve Rogers appeared, almost horrified by what happened to his dearest friends and allies. Cap’s team was taken to Wakanda, a nation she didn’t know she knew.

They were all welcomed by the king himself, a tall man of dark complexion; he irradiated authority and kindness, even though he saw before him the people that he once tried so hard to get rid of. (Y/N) felt even smaller next to him; being a queen herself, she knew in her heart that she wasn’t as good as he was. People around him smiled as they vowed their heads, but when her people passed by, they bowed their heads in fear.

King T’Challa was a very caring man, not only for his people, but for people he didn’t know too. He was in charge of all the attentions the newly arrived would have; from their bedrooms to the different recovery therapies they would be under. Each one of them different for each member.

The physical therapy was one thing, getting regular check-ups with the castle’s medical team, but then there were the therapy sessions that (Y/N) dreaded to attend. T’Challa was informed of this and of course he worried, he wanted everyone to be as mentally healthy as possible, even though he understood if it took a long time.

The king decided to ask (Y/N) why wasn’t she attending the sessions and if there was another thing she’d like to try so he could make the arrangements for it to be done, but before he could put the question into words, she had already disappeared.

The queen came back to her own palace, in the safety of her walls and the safety of her people. She still thought about T’Challa and the brief encounters they did happen to have. She couldn’t escape all day from him, and even though she never tried to, she still had little to no words to say to him other than answering his questions. Among those questions, there was the moment when he found out she was a queen also, a very young one; younger than him. Later he found out that his deceased father was once an ally with hers, and a light-bulb lighted up inside his mind.

“You got a letter, your highness.” One of the maidens said, carrying with her a golden envelope with the queen’s name on it. The queen didn’t pay much attention until the maid said where it came from.  “This comes from Wakanda.” (Y/N) turned her head to look at the envelope and reached out her hand for it to be handed to her.

“Thank you.” The queen bowed her head and smiled lightly, and the maid turned on her heels and left (Y/N) alone again with the pile of papers she still had to revise.

Ever since (Y/N) came back to her lands, everything was busier than ever. The world was now aware of her secret society and trying to get the press away from the limits was a terribly exhausting job. She was not very good at the social contact and she preferred not to do it anyway; she had people to take care of public relationships, but there was one thing she couldn’t escape from. Diplomacy.

She opened the letter to find a handwritten message.

“Dearest (Y/N),

I hope this letter finds you well. It’s been a few months since you left Wakanda without even saying goodbye and I believe we have a few matters to discuss. Political ones mostly, but I suppose we can find the time to discuss other things.

As you might be aware of, our fathers shared a close friendship, and both kingdoms were war allies before and we also did a lot of commerce; that is relationship that I wish to re-build now that we have become public personas and that we have properly met (the circumstances were terrible, but at least everyone got something positive out of it). Would it be okay if I ask you out for dinner soon? Whatever your answer may be, reply this letter as soon as possible and I’ll make the arrangements to meet your convenience.

Looking forward to hear from you.

Faithfully yours,

T’Challa.”

(Y/N) held the letter for a few more minutes before she could realize that she was thinking about the ruler of the peaceful kingdom that received her just months ago. She was still surprised that he did it, and on top of that, he was asking to meet her again. Yes, they had some important topics to discuss, but for the words and their underlying meaning, he was quite eager to see her.

She took a deep breath and wrote the reply herself. She didn’t want to waste any other precious second. She called the same maiden and asked to send the letter away and that it was extremely important that she made sure it would arrive as soon as it could be.

The venue for their dinner would be the gorgeous city of Marrakesh; they agreed that a neutral place was the best option for their not-official diplomatic meeting. (Y/N) appeared in a restaurant wearing a tight black dress. It had no back, and the cleavage was low, but not low enough to show her breasts or to look tacky. T’Challa was blown away by her beauty; he remembered quite well the girl in his palace, but the girl back then used to hide herself under baggy clothes, or hide herself in her bedroom if possible.

“It’s nice to see you out,” T’Challa commented as he conducted her to their table, “how are you feeling?”

“It’s hard to get back on track,” she nodded, feeling the weight of her words, “but I got some good people to take care of me.”

The drinks started to pour on their glasses and the food arrived to them. Spicy food was one thing, but the dishes there were more condiments than actual ingredients. It was a fun meal, and even though they could not speak very much, the looks they shared said more than a hundred words.

(Y/N) felt how he observed her every move, from the way she ate, to the way her lips captured the glass and the liquid went down her throat. She started to like the way that his feelings were so out there, she was not even having an insight of his mind, but instead; he was giving it all away as if he wanted her to witness everything that he was going through.

“It’s kinda funny to think our parents were once allies,” (Y/N) started, “I still have your father in my memory. He’s one of the memories I cherish the most.” She smiled almost to herself. “I remember that he gave me, for one of my birthdays, a small sculpture of a panther.” She giggled heartedly. “I never thought I’d learn the hard way that apparently the panther is the national animal in Wakanda.”

“I actually made that,” T’Challa admitted, scratching the back of his neck and feeling a strong warmth spreading through his face, “and I wanted to give it to you so badly, because you were the only other child I knew that knew exactly what I was going through, but I got sick the few days before that and… I was bound to be in bed for about a week so… I was destroyed by that.” He chuckled. Just a few seconds after, they fell silent. They searched in each other’s eyes for conversation, and that was enough, but T’Challa broke the silence between them. “You know, I spent my teenage years imagining how you had grown up, and if there could be a chance of us keeping a future together—for the sake of our kingdoms, of course.” He hurried to add.

“That’s a heavy wonder to carry for a teenage boy.” (Y/N) conceded, swirling the liquid in the glass with her powers. She was absent minded, thinking about the little boy she once met; it was hard to believe that the boy had grown up into such a majestic man, not to mention how handsome he was. She shook her head, as if it made the thoughts go away, but she still had in mind the words he said, and how he thought about the future. “You know, my father was not a very sentimental man, and he was most probably worried about the future of the people rather than my future, but he always said that it would’ve been a good idea to keep relations with Wakanda.” She pursed her lips into a smile. “He said, it was one of dreams to see me married to the heir. And now that I know him… I believe my father knew what he talked about.”

“And what is that?”

“He must have had some idea about the kind of man you have turned into.” She exhaled heavily and let her back rest comfortably on the chair. “I’m not the kind of girl that’s good with words, let alone those words being about my inner thoughts and the mind beyond my mind, so I’ll say this quickly: I like you, and I like the man you’ve become. I like you because you took care of me like no one else would have, even though I was the one who made you feel so enraged. I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, and playing with your feelings was one. If you want me to answer your teenage question: yes, there is a chance of keeping our kingdoms together, but I don’t want to be with you because of that, I want to be with you because the feeling is corresponded. If not—”

“I thought those words would never come.” T’Challa chuckled. “I’ve been thinking about those words since I can remember, and… they feel a hundred times better.” He rested his elbows on the table and reached out for (Y/N)’s hands, but she couldn’t move. “I’ve been in love with you, and the thought of you for long, and you can’t imagine how broken my heart was when I saw you under arrest… and what they did to you at the Raft…” He clenched his fists and his knuckles whitened from the strength used. “I couldn’t stand it. I mean, the thought of what you went through still keeps me up at night.” He stopped for a few seconds, just to get his thoughts straight. “I don’t care about what you did; that’s buried in the past and I have no interest in bringing it back. I like who you are now, and I want to learn from you… Let’s give this a try, and if this does not meet your expectations, or if something happens along the way, just promise me you’ll be as sincere as you have been throughout the night.”

“I—I will.” (Y/N) stammered nervously, as she timidly intertwined her hands with T’Challa’s. She smiled at the contact between them; it was so childish, so innocent, but she knew she was making the right decision. “I’m just so… I thought that, once you found out that it was me who toyed with everyone’s mind and that I was involved with Captain Rogers, you’d shut me out and probably you wouldn’t even talk to me about diplomacy… I thought you’d… exile me out of your life.” She said, with a taint of gloominess in her voice. Her fingers gently traced the veins on the back of T’Challa’s hand. She took a deep breath, experiencing in first person the feelings that occupied the mind and heart of the king. “Have you always been this intense?” She giggled when she saw herself affected by the king’s lust.

“Only when the woman I’ve loved all my life is wearing something like that.” T’Challa smiled slyly, not even feeling intimidated by being busted. He let go of (Y/N)’s hands and stood up to take a few steps next to her. “May I take the fun somewhere else?” He offered his hand.

“Yes,” she nodded, taking the hand and standing up, “you may…” Before T’Challa started to walk away with her, she tugged at his arm and made him turn around to pull him closer to her and kiss those plump lips that had hypnotized her all night long. His kiss was soft, and his hands on her hips were even softer. She held on tightly to him, feeling every inch of his body mold to hers and his muscles tightening. She pulled away, needing some air to think straight. “Perhaps we could take the fun to my room… My king.” She breathed to his ear, knowing the reaction it would have in him.

osarons  asked:

Hiiiiii Clare :) Congrats on 600! What are some of your hcs for the gangsey after the events of the books are done???

heidi!!! thank you!! you spoil me ahhh i had a long week but now i have some pasta and down time and im so Ready™ to talk about these kids that i love with my whole heart this is so long oh god

  • listen idk about you but i’ve been on a ton of road trips and they are not easy so if that trip actually lasts the whole 3 months of summer i’ll eat my shirt
    • ok but please??? imagine the bickering i bet you henry is so directionally challenged, blue probably wants a schedule whereas gansey is probably like “what do you mean we’re not just driving off into the sunset i don’t understand wait…we have an actual route?”
    • don’t lie to me you know he got lost plenty on his various adventures and his soft scholarly heart just went with it
    • protect him
    • but yea anyway they probably went up and down the east coast for about 2.5-3 weeks, hitting up all the state parks along the way and stopping in small towns
    • henry insists they have to find the best pizza on the east coast only to claim nothing can top Nino’s by the end of it
    • gansey wants to see all the wacky tourist spots “to get the authentic experience”
    • at each stop they send postcards to The Barns (theyre all on the fridge)
    • blue takes SO MANY pictures ok but all of them are candids 
    • so while there’s these awful blurry messes she also manages to catch these really fantastic photos of henry falling out of a tree he tried to climb with gansey laughing, of the three of them in a diner shifting their food around (you know how when you know someone so well you just order food and shift things around so everyone has what they like? like that)
    • her absolute favorite: she was recording them on a hike and they stumble upon a little grove with a stream running through and forgot to stop the video when she set her phone down. that night she plugs her phone in to the car charger and gets a screenshot of the three of them standing in the stream, laughing and singing. 
  • after the road trip blue registers for summer sessions at the community college and keeps working at Nino’s and walking dogs, she decides she’s going to save up and get her associates then transfer to a university to get her degree in marketing for art (listen she loves being creative, she loves collecting, she’s smart as hell and would get great buys for up-and-coming artists, that girl could own a really cool gallery i can see it now)
  • gansey defers for a year because. well. dying is stressful. but once he goes to college he decides to study art history. like blue, he loves art but he can’t deny he loves history too, and authenticating old works and searching for ancient tapestries and lost paintings is something our boy would be great at (bonus: in later years he would be the most eccentric art history professor ever and he’d totally where those corduroy jackets with elbow patches and his wire rim glasses im!!! i love the idea of old man gansey being this adorable weirdo professor that all the students love) 
  • because we don’t really know much about henry’s interests i don’t know what his major would be but wouldn’t it be hilarious is he was a professional beekeeper and bought up land to have bee gardens and sanctuaries and started a natural honey business and gansey goes there all the time because he’s Crazy but he’s decked out in protection gear and ronan and blue team up to make a rule that he not go out to the gardens because nobody wants to tempt fate that bad
  • adam and ronan spend the summer together with opal seeing the beginnings of their life together settle in
    • ronan teaches opal more and more english and spends hours figuring out what foods she likes or doesn’t like while training her not to eat sticks
    • adam comes up with little lesson plans for her to start learning how to read and write along with simple math and science
    • ronan dreams up some fake documents so they can get her enrolled in homeschooling because there’s no way they’re gonna do public school and try to explain their satyr child to anyone thats just…nah
    • when they’re not teaching opal ronan is tending to the farm, learning what livestock he wants to buy and care for, going to showings all around the state (people look at him so weird, a tall kid who looks more like a biker than a farmer, cradling a bunny in his arms at the makeshift petting zoo with a little girl on his shoulders. he’s A Sight.)
    • adam, it turns out, is very good at baking and opal develops a bit of a sweet tooth off of his many experiments with different cupcakes and cookies
    • their days are carefree. they explore the fields of the barns, make wild plans for the future, tell opal stories and play with her. they catch fireflies and learn constellations together.
    • every evening is spent giving opal bubble baths and wrapping her up in old tshirts and gym shorts from matthews room then settling down with warm milk and honey and telling stories of sleeping kings, trees that give advice, and ordinary people discovering magic
    • they brush out her wild hair and the fur on her legs and put her to bed and quietly get themselves ready for bed. sometimes adam will read to ronan until they fall asleep. 
    • sure, there are bad nights. they both have their fair share of nightmares. opal does too. that’s when they grab blankets and go sit on the porch and talk about the stories of the constellations until their minds settle again.
    • when they drop adam off at the dorms as he starts his first year, its hard. its really really hard. these three haven’t had a lot of good in their lives up until now so letting go of their routine, of each other, although its temporary, it hurts. none of them cry, but its close (close as in adam waits until they’ve driven away and he’s got a moment alone in the bathroom. ronan lets the tears fall silently as he grips opal’s hand reaching forward from the back seat where she’s crying into her knees she’s drawn up to her chest).
    • the first time adam calls home he’s worried opal won’t remember him, after all they only had a few months together, and they don’t know exactly how great her memory is. his worst fear happens when he’s skyping ronan, who tells opal it’s adam, and she says “who’s that?”
    • just as adam feels his heart break a little, opal leans into the frame and continues, “no papa, that’s dad.” (turns out ronan bought her a book that teaches family vocabulary)
    • adam feels like his heart is breaking again but this time from being so entirely full of love for these two he can barely comprehend it
  • adam, light of my life, goes into law. he gets a full ride because he is smart as hell and super dedicated (can u tell im proud of him). for the most part he assists at a small business firm his first few years out of college but eventually, he focuses on social work cases and getting law changes in the state to make it easier for parents to report their parents without endangering themselves, as well as changing emancipation laws so that emancipated minors can make purchases regardless of age and aren’t left homeless. its very close to his heart but even though it hurts sometimes to see these cases it only makes him want to win even more, and he knows he has ronan and opal to help bring him back from rough days at work
  • ronan is the Best Farmer Ever he starts buying livestock and filling up The Barns with dairy cows, hens, and goats (he thinks its hilarious when they get there and opal is absolutely fascinated by their legs). part of the land has an orchard that has both normal fruit and some of the trees niall dreamt up, and ronan sells fruit at a local farmers market as well as to other farmers who make local preserves. declan comes by here and there and…they actually start to get along a little better once declan accepts that this is ronan’s life and ronan accepts that declan was just trying to do what’s right. it also helps that for some reason opal loves declan like. so much man. and he loves her too theyre practically best buddies its precious, and even better when matthew is over too. all the lynch boys are weak for this little girl ok? they don’t stand a chance she’s got them all wrapped around her little finger.
  • finally, there’s noah. 
    • every year on the day he died, truly died, for them, they all get together and go to his grave (his birthday is for his family).  they tell his headstone about their classes, about new things opal has learned, about how the farm and the bee garden are going. 
    • blue always kisses her hand and presses it to the headstone before she leaves. he was her first kiss, so he gets another every year as thanks for giving her the boy she loves.
    • ronan always brings opal and tells her about his best friend, about a boy who was dead but lived loudly in spite of that. he leaves dream fruit at the headstone, and opal leaves her favorite stick she’s found that week. 
    • henry never met noah, but he hears so much about this boy who was a ghost, who was technically non-existent who still gave the last vestiges of himself up, just for the friends he’s come to think of as family. he leaves a bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers from his garden.
    • adam always starts off with telling noah about classes, trying to keep himself together, but he always ends it by choking up halfway through telling his headstone how important noah is to him. adam leaves a stone from the river, almost like he’s redirecting the ley line again. 
    • gansey is always last. while everyone else is there for comfort they always leave gansey to say his goodbyes last, and instead take him into a hug when he gets to the car. gansey just…he needs to do this alone. he needs to tell noah it wasn’t for nothing, that he’s doing everything possible to make noah proud. gansey never knows what to leave that could possibly live up to what noah has given him. he leaves a copy of pictures of them every year. noah gave him life, so gansey leaves evidence of the people he lives for, the people that make it worth living, the people that miss him. the people that remember him. 

alright, i managed to get the first part of this done! its a little short i know, but i didnt want to make it too too long and ruin the next part

colorblind lance, but still set in canonverse, endgame ship is klance

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Waxen - Prologue/Part 1

Ever since Lance was young, he wanted to be a pilot. He couldn’t imagine being anything else no matter how hard he tried. That is, until he got into elementary school. That’s where his dreams all came crashing down around him.

It was a short while into kindergarten year, only one or two weeks, when Lance was 6 years old, and they had been learning about the different colors, specifically of the rainbow.

Lance didn’t really understand what his teacher was talking about when she described the colors, saying that red was the color of an apple, that green was the color of the leaves, that blue was the color of the sky when there weren’t any clouds– to him, all the colors looked the same! He didn’t say this though, instead just nodding along with the rest of his class.

When his teacher handed out coloring pages and gave them an order to color the arches in, he did his best to follow the instructions they had been given, but all of the crayons looked the same.

He couldn’t tell which one was this ‘violet’ color, or which was the color of the sky. Different shades of black and white sat in front of his eyes, and he ended up with a rainbow of neons and blues instead of the ordered arches that supposedly appeared in the sky after it rains.

When his teacher confronted him about his poor color choices at the end of class, right before lunch, he simply tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?” He questioned, dark brows furrowed on his tanned face. “I colored the way you said to.”

The teacher looked confused and still a bit angry, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazed down at him. “You only got one color right, Lance. All the rest were wrong.” She tried to explain, pointing to each arch of crayon-filled color.

This, of course, only confused Lance more, gazing at the paper as his features contorted unashamedly and he shrugged. “All the colors look the same to me. I guess I mixed then up.”

When he said this, the last of the woman’s anger fell away and was replaced by confusion, and then turned to understanding. “Alright Lance, it’s okay. Go on to lunch, I have to make a few calls.”

That afternoon when he got home his mom had begun to question him about his day, seemingly trying to question him about something specific. Silence came, which lapsed into minutes of awkward tension and concerned glances his from his mother.

“… So.. Your teacher called me today.” She finally spoke, voice gentle as they sat in their small living room alone, his older siblings at their respective sports and his littler siblings were down for naps.

“She said you were having trouble… Telling the colors apart?” Ama took the opportunity to glance at him, frowning when he just shrugged and looked off to the side. “Is that true?”

Lance stayed quiet for a moment before shrugging and nodding a little, chewing gently on his baby soft lips. “I guess… Everything just kinda looks black and white and grey to me?” He tries to explain, fidgeting on the couch quietly.

His mother inhaled a bit, a soft gasp as she gazed at her precious baby boy. “I… Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” She questions, carefully moving closer to him and gently rubbing his back. More than anything, she was worried that he hadn’t told her because he didn’t trust her– or something along those lines– so when he spoke she was rather relieved.

“I just.. I thought everyone saw this way..” He mumbles gently as he leans into her comforting touch, eyes filling with tears as he gazes up at her in a sudden spurt of fear. “I’m not dying, right? I’m not gonna die?”

The emotions that so clearly showed on his face and in his crystalline blue orbs made her heart wrench in her chest, shaking her head quickly. “No, no, of course not sweetie. Something like that would never kill you.” She murmurs, pulling him into a tight hug and sighing gently.

“But.. Lance, I do have to tell you… If you can’t see color, you… You can’t be a pilot.”