geez he was so happy to see you and then you break his heart

Can I Have This Dance?

( PROMPT: This one-shot is based vaguely off this scene from High School Musical 3 ) 

A/N: I was suddenly struck with the urge to re-watch High School Musical 3, and I really loved the rooftop dancing scene with Troy and Gabriella ( that’s my childhood right there ), so I wrote something based off it! And, I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who reads my stories and offers such nice comments! I may be too shy to reply to them all, but please know that I read every single one of your comments, and I love and appreciate every single one of you. Also - please fill my inbox with more requests of the bae Peter Parker! I love writing for him, and it’s amazing to see how creative all of you are being with your requests and I would totally do anything for him.

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“When I asked you to teach me dancing, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Peter’s laughing nervously as you tug harder on his hand, dragging him out onto the school rooftop. You’ve never been up here before, and what you see surprises you. There’s a soft carpet of grass that crunches pleasantly underfoot, wooden planter boxes with fresh flowers and herbs, and even a garden swing and some wooden benches.

“Can’t we just head back to my place?” Peter asks pleadingly, his eyes darting up to rest on the heavy clouds of pewter grey swirling overhead. “There’s Netflix. And popcorn. And –”

“Quit stalling, and get over here!” You call out laughingly, spinning around – with difficulty – on the balls of your heels. As of yet unused to the strappy, heeled stilettos on your feet, you have to take odd, shuffling steps over to Peter. “I didn’t put these for nothing! And don’t you want to be able to impress Liz Allen come prom?”

Peter dumps his bag on the bench, reluctantly shuffling forwards. And this is where your plan hits a slight snag. You hadn’t factored in how close he would be standing, the smell of his cologne ( something spicy and sugary and delicious ), or the warmth of his fingers, fair and wholly familiar as he lifts your right hand in his, and settles his other one lightly on your waist. As you rest trembling fingers on Peter’s shoulder, feel his warm and calloused fingers close around yours, and the burning weight of his hand at your waist, you feel warm, and a little dizzy.

Peter Parker was your chemistry laboratory partner. You’d walked into class one day, saw him sitting at your usual seat, fair, sparkle-eyed, tousle-haired and perfect. Your heart, so used to being lonely, had thumped almost painfully in your chest. The two of you had become fast friends, but by the time you’d managed to muster up your courage to tell him how you’d felt, he’d already developed a crush on the uber-popular Liz Allen.

“C’mon,” You say encouragingly, trying to ignore the spikes of jealously eating away at your heart. “Can’t have you stepping on Liz’s feet at prom.”

Peter laughs, shuffles his feet nervously. “Right. Okay. What now?”

“Okay, now move your left foot forwards, and step to the side with your right – No, not that side! Your other side!”

“Geez, (Y/n), you sure we’re doing this right?”

“’Course I’m sure! My dad taught me!” It’s one of the father-daughter bonding moments that you can actually remember. “Let’s go on.”

“It’s going to rain! Can’t we continue in, say, a month’s time?”

“Rain-schmane.” You say, sticking your tongue out childishly, even as a drop or two of fat rain runs through your hair. You can already see strips of lightning in the distance, blending in with the perfect lines of light from the downtown skyscrapers. It won’t be long now before the storm. “The prom’s on Saturday, you know. The clock’s ticking!”

“Funny, I thought that was the thunder.”


You continue calling out instructions to Peter, correcting his footing and posture, uncomplaining even when he steps on your toes. Alright, maybe you did squeal a few times, much to Peter’s embarrassment, but as much as your feet protest at the rough treatment, you find yourself loving every moment of it.  Love moving through the space in his arms, your bodies close together, your thighs brushing, the scent of his clothes and hair, close and fresh –

Your face feel warm. You wonder if your shirt is soaked with sweat.

How sad is it, that you’d jumped at the chance to teach him dancing just so that you could spend more time with someone who didn’t return your feelings?

“I think you’ve got the hang of this,” You remark, glancing up at Peter as the two of you begin your second turn about the floor, still relatively slowly and carefully. “Let’s try it with music!”

You have to laugh at the utter look of horror on Peter’s face. “Music?”

“It’ll be fun, promise.”

Wriggling out of Peter’s arms – and trying to ignore the sudden sense of loss trammelling through you – you dig your phone out from your bag. You scroll through the songs on your phone until you find the one that you’re looking for and hit PLAY.

“Really?” Peter asks, eyes aglow with amusement. “High School Musical? Wait –” Realization breaks over his face, like the sunrise over the clouds. “– Is that why you insisted on binge-watching all three movies yesterday?”

“It was a good series!” You say defensively, humming along to the first strains of the soft, familiar song. “And you were totally rocking out with me when ‘A Night to Remember’ came on.”

“Think they’ll play it at Prom?” Peter asks wistfully, holding you close once again.

“We could always bribe the DJ,” You suggest, his comment surprising a little laugh from you. “Heck, I could be the DJ.”

It’s not like you’ll be doing anything come prom night besides lounge around in your pyjamas and eating your weight in chocolate. Besides, you’re sure that your collection of songs on your phone is way better than whatever the hired DJ has planned.

“I bet your set list consists of only High School Musical songs.”

“Er … Maybe?”

As the singers croon about catching lightning in smooth, dulcet tones, Peter hesitates for the briefest moment before stepping into the dance. The first steps are stilted, but as he gains confidence, the two of you are soon spinning and whirling about with the same smooth alacrity as the dancers in the movie.

You’re floating on a cloud, held steady by the firm grip on your hand and waist. Even with your high heels and the butterflies coming to life in your belly, you’re twirling about like a princess in an old-fashioned movie.

Dizzy and flushed with happiness, you let out a high pitched stream of giggles, burying your face in the crook of Peter’s neck. Stupid! You curse yourself, but you don’t have it in you to pull away. Peter laughs, not minding in the least, making no attempt to push you away, sounding just as giddy as you feel as he lifts you up into the air.

He’s stronger than he looks, you think vaguely, feet flying out behind you as you shriek with joy. The two of you barely notice that the heavy drops of rain have begun to fall in earnest now, plastering hair to faces and clothes to bodies.

And as you cling to Peter, feeling the closeness of your best friend in your arms, and the warmth of him on your skin, you think, “This is enough. This is enough.”

And it is. You can almost forget that he’s taking Liz to prom.



Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: You thought that you were holding him down, making him unhappy, so you did what you thought was for the best.

Word Count: 3894

Originally posted by jengkook

The cup of coffee was piping hot as you took a sip from the mug. Your tongue stung as soon as the warm liquid grazed it. Around you, you saw various people sitting at their own tables around the cafe. Some were like you: students studying in comfort of sweet coffee and free wifi. Some were friends going out having a quick dinner. And some were couples going on a cute late night date. 

It wasn’t a lie to say that you were envious of them because you were envious of them. You weren’t envious because you didn’t have a boyfriend because, as a matter of fact, you did have a boyfriend. You had a loving, caring, adorable, sweet boyfriend that’d do anything for you. But the thing that you were envious of was that these couples were different. These couples got to go on dates, get to hug each other, get to kiss….you? Your situation was a bit different.

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On Promnis

Promnis has to be, objectively speaking, one of the cutest ships in the FFXV world because both men are total opposite of each other and that plus their attitudes plus context gives me reasons to believe that (mostly at first) the relationship develops VERY shyly and a bit awkward too, and ends up with them asking permission for everything.

Okay, hear me out for a sec:

Ignis is very serious, the most royal human out there, so focused, was gifted child, he’s kinda uptight and formal, and behaves as if twice his age at times, while at times enjoying to deliver jokes and being a little goofy at times. 

Prompto, on the other side, is very bouncy, the joke guy of the party, gets distracted, hops from place to place, and enjoys of games and stuff, while at the same time hiding moments of sadness and loneliness, and he, unlike Ignis, is “plebe”; not only is Ignis part of the royal world, he also demonstrates that with every fiber of his nature even just by standing there.

So it’s very noticeable. For both.

Like sure, Noctis is PRINCE but despite how mature he really is, he behaves much more like his age than Ignis ever does. So despite Ignis being an inferior type of royalty, his attitude makes Prompto feel like he’s the maximum nobleman, like a king.

Those differences that become so obvious leads to both realizing:

Ignis sees in Prompto a man that gives all that he’s got to belong somewhere he clearly doesn’t; he sees a young man that’s too messy (in Ignis opinion) and gets distracted too easily, a young man that, even when only 2 years younger, Ignis feels like he should be protecting and supporting, and he’s so struck in the head at times because, wow, he doesn’t mind I’m always busy and that I’m so cold with him, he’s so sweet, how do I- I need to treat him rightly, he’s suffering and doesn’t admit it, doesn’t want to bother anyone, geez, what have I done, here in my hands I have a lovely boy that needs my protection and care. He sees in Prompto a scared man defying his fears, and Ignis needs to help him through them, and a boy with no experience; hence, be VERY soft with him.

Prompto sees in Ignis a man that would seem so far of his reach but he’s actually with him as a romantic partner, so it’s like, wow, holy geez, the most royal dude of Lucis said yes to me, what do I do. 
Prompto sees in Ignis everything he thinks he’s not: a nobleman, with wood for a king, tall, strong, incredibly smart, gorgeous, mature, responsible.
He sees in Ignis the most important person of Eos, because Ignis is basically the reason Noctis is alive: he cooks and cleans and puts every paper in order and like wow, he’s so important and nobody ever thanks him for all he does, geez, I have the most important man of Lucis in my hands, I need to become stronger and stronger so I can protect him and not be an obstace to him. He sees in Ignis a man that’s defying all the obstacles and pain in the world, so Prompto needs to help him through them, and a man he fears to disappoint: hence, be VERY soft with him.

So it’s how both see a very big, huge, appreciated treasure in each other whih gives them the sensation of having a VERY big responsability in their hands; except they don’t say it aloud to each other.

And it’s that sensation of responsability what leads them to have a beginning (which may  last MONTHS or maybe even a few years) of having the need to ask permission for EVERYTHING.

  • Uhm…you know, Iggy, we’ve been….we’ve been dating for a while now, and I…you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, buddy, but I was thinking…maybe it’s okay if I hold your hand? Maybe you don’t wanna because you seem to enjoy of your space, but ahaha, you know, I thought…oh…okay…thanks. I uh…thanks. :)
  • It’s been a month since we started our relationship, Prompto…and even though it may seem rushed, I do would dare to ask if it is okay… *clears throat* May I have the honor of calling you by “Prom” or another form of your name? Your full name is precious, but I think it would be…gratifying. 
  • Hey Iggy…I was wondering, maybe it’s fine with you if I send you a good morning text at times? You don’t…you don’t have to answer, I just wanted to know if it’s okay with you, if I?m not a bother or anything?
  • Prompto…I was wondering…I know it may seem a bit strange, but, do you think I could stroke your hair? It would just be as a playful gesture of affection, your hair is fine, I do not wish to…*clears throat* Thanks.
  • Iggy, I know I may be rushing things a bit, but…do you think it’s okay if I…do you think it’s okay if I hug you at times? That is, if I’m not distracting you or anything, I uh,…
  • Prompto…it’s been almost a year, and I…I have this feeling inside, a need of sorts, if you please But I wanted to ask you first…do you think…I could go a bit further in our relationship, and perhaps you’d et me call you ‘Sweetheart’? If you do not like that, however, I can think of something else. Darling, maybe? Or would you rather choose yourself? You don’t have to agree, nonetheless. If you please, I can keep calling you by your name.
  • Hey Iggy, I know this may seem a bit rushed, but…would you…would you…I think maybe you’d like- here’s my Netflix password. You can…I mean, I know you don’t hav emuch free time, but…have it.
  • Prompto? Hello, my dear. I was calling…I had an impulse. I apologize. And I hope you don’t think it’s too much, but…I bought a flower for you. Is it okay if I go pick you up at school and give it to you?
  • Hey, Iggy? I was calling because…well, I’m at arcade with Noct, and I just got tickets enough to change them for a cooking book, but…I was not sure if you’d like it- I mean, I only wanted to make sure that it’s not…too creepy if I gift it to you. Is-is that fine with you?
  • And my absolute fucking fave:
  • It’s been like 6 months, 6 MONTHS
  • They’re walking hand in hand together, and Ignis stops Prompto and turns to face him and he holds both of his hands and looks down at him
  • “Prompto…we’ve been together for a while now and I… *clears throat* I was wondering…you don’t have to if you don’t want, but…I was thinking…maybe taking the next step in our relationship…”
  • Prompto’s currently about to have a heart attack.
  • “…Do you think…if it’s okay…Prompto, would you…allow me to give you a kiss?”
  • Prompto’s brain died.
  • He’s thinking a million things and at the same time none.
  • He really really really doesn’t want to disappoint Ignis
  • I’ve kissed very few people in my life I can count them with my fingers, how many has HE kissed omg probably not many either but he’s anyway 2 years in advantage to me, plus he’s gorgeous and I was a fat kid, ofc he has experiencewhatdoidoi’mgoingtodie
  • Except he really really really wants to kiss Ignis, so he’s all red but eventually nods.
  • Ignis is still holding his hands, and gently massages with his thumbs
  • “Thank you. I…here I go. Okay?”
  • Prompto nods again and he shuts the eyes closed very tightly and he raises the chin.
  • He’s still burning red.
  • Ignis takes some moments.
  • Prompto, still scared to disappoint, just stands there all tense and frozen and offering his mouth to the other man.
  • He feels Ignis’ face a few inches from his face.
  • Ignis, very softly as if though at the slightest pressure Prompto’s face is going to shatter like glass, kisses him.
  • On the cheek.
  • Prompto didn’t expect that, so he stays frozen but now untense, eyes open and Ignis’ lips on his face.
  • Ignis break away as softly as he reached for the kiss, and Prompto can still feel every single milimeter of Ignis’ lips on his face from how soft, delicate and lasting the kiss was.
  • Prompto looks at him in total surprise and some confusion.
  • Ignis blushes and stares at him with some unusual shyness
  • “…was it okay?”
  • That’s it, that ends up melting Prompto’s heart; he’s totally in love and marrying the man some day, hes just SUCH A KIND GENTLEMAN
  • Prompto will just smile and burn redder in the face and he’s going to nod.
  • “It was perfect.”
  • They will eventually leave, hand in hand.




nct dream reaction: as your secret admirer

It wasn’t a surprise to them when you pulled a flower from your locker, a small handwritten note attached with a cheesy line that formed a gentle smile on your features. In fact, it was almost everyday that you would open your locker to find a small gift with a heart felt note to accompany. It seemed everywhere you turned there was something waiting for you, something cute and meaningful that left you in a fluffy mess. “Who do you think it is?” You would ask him, only to receive a shrug in response, already knowing the answer. “I don’t know… Do you like it though?”


He wasn’t quite sure why this was the route he decided to take. Though you two were already friends, he wanted a way of showing you that you meant so much more. But with the constant fear of rejection, he did it in a form that was much less obvious. He knew what you liked, and never got the same thing twice; always wanting to shower you in surprises. He knew it was risky, in fact, he was almost sure you might have already caught on.

“You know, this handwriting looks really familiar.”

Despite the vague assumptions you would make, he continued to play dumb. “It looks pretty average to me.” He wasn’t ready to slip up yet, and probably not for a long time. Spending all his pocket money didn’t seem so wasteful when the outcome was seeing your shining smile, even through the small storms of life.

Originally posted by markdon-nct


It was a struggle, every time he stood in the market or the florist, trying to decide on whether he should pull your favorite flower or buy a new kind of treat. You two weren’t friends, just acquaintances. He had already known he liked you before, but he really decided to start pulling the crazy stunt of being a secret admirer after a small project you two had been partnered with in class. At first, he just did it to see your reaction, worried that it might have been too much when he noticed your friends teasing about it. But he came to realize that you actually liked the gifts.

“It was the cutest thing ever. I wonder how they knew my favorite flower?”

Ah yes, this is what spiked his interest in treating you to even more. With the little money he had, he would always buy a small item before school, slipping into your bag or locker along with a note during breaks where you couldn’t catch him. He wasn’t quite ready to admit it was him, even when he got a little upset of you assuming it was someone else. “Maybe it was just a lucky guess.”

Originally posted by pink-ramen-hair


He wasn’t so worried that you wouldn’t like the gifts, or that the notes were too cheesy, or even if he was found out. The only thing he was worried about was if he was going further than he anticipated. He remembered a time where your friends wouldn’t stop teasing you about the gifts, and seeing you get embarrassed and flustered almost made him feel bad. He was glad to know that, despite the fake insults you threw with the pressure from your friends, you genuinely did like the small gestures.

“I don’t know who you are, but this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He recalled the time you had apologized to no one in particular about the harsh words you had said, not realizing the boy was around to hear it. So instead of backing down in spite of rejection, he just passed off the gifts a bit more secretly, so you wouldn’t have to deal with the silly judgment of your friends (and so he could see the smile you embraced when you were alone).

Originally posted by taeyounq


He was a nervous wreck every time he thought you were coming close to finding out it was him. Though he teased you to no end about the cute little gestures of this “mysterious person,” it was really just mocking himself in the end. Sometimes he’d fret on what to get you, or that his notes were written too obviously, but in the end it always seemed to make you happy. Sometimes he felt bad though, that he teased you too much about the gifts and notes and how you actually thought they were cute.

“Can’t you be nice for one second? You obviously don’t have the sincerity to do such a thing yourself.”

Funny to think that he actually does, and technically you’re defending him. It was refreshing, because he knew you liked the gifts. It was risky, because he didn’t want you to find out. And it was hard work, mocking himself but also making you feel bad for someone whom you don’t necessarily know. “Geez, sorry. I guess if you’re happy, I am too.”

Originally posted by haenyan


One of those ‘it’s-not-stalking-just-admiring-from-afar’ kind of deals. He knew more about you than one may have thought, nothing strange, but just general facts. He’d leave a flower with its meaning and why he chose it, or a snack with a cheesy pick-up line to bring up your spirit. He knew when you were sad, when you were happy, and what to do on those specific occasions. At first he didn’t think it would work, trying to make you a little happier during a rough time by sending gifts, but it seemed to help a bunch.. even if it was just a note with a piece of loving encouragement.

“Maybe it’s not so bad when you have someone looking out for you every step of the way.”

Some people found it weird that you had someone watching your back, but you couldn’t care less, and he loved that. Seeing you ignore the comments you’d receive about his actions, and just generally appreciating them, is what kept them coming. “I’ll always be here for you, don’t worry about a thing.” Maybe someday he would be with you physically as well, just maybe.

Originally posted by nakamotens


For a loud mouth, he was pretty good at keeping his small gestures hidden. Though there were times where he was little too loud when you’d find the little gifts and notes in your bag or on your desk, in which he ended up running away before you could see who it was that was squealing in the distance. Because of his young age, he didn’t really have the pocket money to buy you much, so gifts were always extra special and the notes were filled with silly jokes and rambling nonsense. Yet at the end of the day, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

“These notes never really make a lot of sense, but they’re still cute. You’re just mad you don’t have any.”

He knew your friends liked to tease you about the occurrences, and he was initially going to give up… but after seeing you defend his actions, he was even more motivated. “I could write a whole essay of nonsense, and they’d still love it?” His assumptions may have been a little far off, but he was ready to walk to the edge of the world for your appreciation.

Originally posted by icetaeil


This kid is quite awkward, so actually approaching you was out of the question. In fact, he went as far as to force his friends to pass on the gifts, even if it was just setting things on your desk or slipping things into your locker. He was not willing to risk being caught. His gifts were usually handmade, occasionally a snack or plush doll was slipped into the mix, but he didn’t have much money. At first, he thought it was dumb to make crafts instead of buying a gift, but after seeing your cute reaction to them, he became less insecure about the habit.

“All this time and effort put into making something just for me? Awe man, how am I even worth it?”

Despite knowing your adoration to his actions, he was kind of upset watching you find them, knowing that you didn’t know who it was. “You’re worth more to me than you think.” From then on, maybe being caught wasn’t such a bad idea, if it meant you’d probably adore him as much as you adore his gestures. 

Originally posted by pink-ramen-hair

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When Irish Eyes are Smiling

rated M, for language and adult situations.

It’s not completely unexpected, but it’s still a shock to see it. Thick, expensive card stock, pale pink with roses and their names embossed in gold.

Madge Undersee and Gale Hawthorne, along with their families, request the honour of your presence at their wedding…

I’m happy for them, I truly am. I’m just still kind of shocked that after nine years together, it took Gale less than three months to marry my replacement.

It’s not like I thought Gale and I would ever marry each other, even if our friends all expected it. And our breakup was completely mutual. But that he moved on so fast is kind of a slap.

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anonymous asked:

Inner court children head canons??? I hope you have a better day ❤❤

Thank you!!

Moriel - No kids. Not ever. As mentioned in a previous ask, I think Mor and Az are fulfilled enough with each other and don’t need children. They’ll be chasing Rhys and Feyre’s little ones around enough as it is, haha.

Feysand - Okay, in reality, they probably have two. But I’d be super down if they had one super special, amazing, talented little trouble maker of a child. And I’d prefer it were a girl who has Feyre’s look for the most part, but gets the wings and eyes from Rhys. I think she’d be a lot like Feyre in personality - stubborn and determined and daring as hell. But I think Rhys takes her on a lot of father/daughter dates, you know him and his spa days and such… I think they spend time at the beaches and in the artists quarter of Velaris. But she’s willing to go out with mom and explore too. After the war, Rhys and Feyre are content to be homebodies. It hasn’t been that long for Rhys that he was stuck for fifty years away from his home and Feyre wants to feel like she has a home. When they finally have their daughter years later (and by years I mean like 1,000+ years - no children PLEASE for at least several good long centuries), it’s their daughter who makes them want to get out more and see the world again, visit other courts. They do it when they’re obligated of course, but their daughter makes them want to explore even when they don’t have to. And when she grows up, she’s an excellent politician and Rhys knows that if the day ever comes where he and Feyre aren’t there anymore, the Night Court will be in good hands.

Elucien - ALL THE CHILDREN ALL DAY EVERY DAY ALL THE TIME. They’re gonna procreate like rabbits basically. Just when Lucien thinks the last little terror has left the manor for good, oh - whoops, Elain is preggers is again. Oh well what are you gonna do, and Lucien not-so-secretly loves having a big family anyway. He grew up with one, but the one he starts with Elain is loving and lacks the torments he received as a child. When his sons and daughters grow up, they have a wonderful time visiting the Autumn Court and giving Beron hell for what he did to their father. When the Elucien household isn’t being feisty (and let’s face it, when are they not really?) they are always busy. It’s like a fantasy world equivalent of soccer practice, cello lessons, and after school specials. Someone always has some kind of sport or recital. Elain particularly enjoys traveling Prythian with her kids to watch their various talents flourish and no two kids have the same abilities. Lucien gets a bit exhausted by it from time to time, but he can’t imagine it any other way.

Nessian - You know, I could see them being a cross of Moriel/Feysand easily. No kids or one is enough. I think Nesta is unsure what motherhood would bring her, but she never shies away from a challenge. And Cassian has always wanted a family, but he’s fine with just one and after Nesta brings the little thing into the world and screams at him, “Never again in seven courts and I doing that,” he laughs and says, “Okay.” And it’s a girl and she’s super close with Feyre’s daughter. The two sisters will sometimes sit back and watch their little girls play who both are so much like them, and they’ll be sad they never got that as kids themselves, but they’re happy life has brought them here, given them a second chance. The girls take turns sleeping over every other night practically to the point that it drives their parents nuts and eventually Mor has to just step in and say, “Give them to me, geez” and she wears them out with shopping and lunch dates and all sorts of auntie fun. And the Nessian kid - she’s a spitfire. Nesta and Cass weren’t prepared for how deadly a combination mom’s iron will and dad’s fearless spirit could be, but damn - there it is in their daughter. She raises hell throughout the entire court and breaks hearts wherever she goes.


Stylist Noona || M

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: You were assigned to be a stylist for BTS, a group you didn’t care too much about. Knowing the job would be stressful, you bravely walked into those doors. Little did you know, you’d be breaking some rules. Why is this Jungkook so handsome? And why is he knocking on your window that’s on the second floor!?

A/N: I originally posted this on my instagram account @ dreamingofopppa, and I wanted to share it with y’all thirsty tumblr hoes  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of a door. You whispered encouraging words to yourself. You-a 21 year old woman who was confident and determined, was having a breakdown. What if you really couldn’t do it after all? Maybe you should just throw all those years of cosmetology down the drain and become a stripper?

“Snap out of it (Y/n)… it’s just a bunch of boys… you can do this.” You sighed and walked in the room. What you saw was a decent sized room, filled with clothe racks and chairs. There was a large counter and mirror space with tons of makeup.

“Oh! She’s here!” A very familiar feminine voice spoke loudly as she ran to you. A stylist with many years of experience hugged you tightly. “This is her! (Y/n), we’re happy to have you on the team!” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

You could help but laugh a bit. “Oh Chae it’s not that big of a deal…” you smiled at her. You knew her from cosmetic school. She was your teacher, and somehow years later she became your uncles wife.

“Are you crazy? Of course it’s a big deal!” She lead you towards the mirrors, and stopped you in front of a group of boys. THE group of boys to clarify. These are the boys you will be working with for the next long while. That is, if you don’t mess it all up and get fired because of your clumsy habits.

“Oh-geez…” you felt a little shy, and you looked at your feet. You hesitantly looked at the boys, smiling the sweetest smile you could manage. You could feel yourself turning red. You weren’t used to so much attention at once. All eyes were on you and you didn’t exactly feel comfortable.

One by one the boys introduced themselves. You knew who they were, but you weren’t super crazy about them. But in all honesty, they were all drop dead gorgeous. And in the least creepy way, you could wait to touch their faces.

Next came the introductions of the crew members. They all seemed like fairly decent people, and your biggest fear faded away-disapproval. You were so afraid of being an outcast reject.

“(Y/n), if you have any questions ask any of us ok?” Chae ruffled your beautiful hair, making you giggled and slap her hand away.

“Chae..!” You ran your fingers through your hair to fix it quickly.

“Ok everyone! We have a photo shoot in 2 hours, let’s get this party started!” Chae yelled out to encourage the other crew members. And the boys, well they were either sleeping, staring at you, or playing a game on their phone.

You tried not to let the staring bother you. You knew after a day or two of seeing you, you’d just become another one of their stylists. Nothing new, nothing special.

“(Y/n)? Why don’t you start with Jungkook.” Chae pointed to the maknae who was staring at you with big eyes and parted lips. Once you looked at him, he quickly looked away and tapped his foot on the ground, whistling which made it more awkward and suspicious.

You hesitantly walked towards the boy who was not much younger than you and stood in front of him. You smiled at him and held your hand out to him. “You don’t mind if I start with you, do you?” You held your other arm behind your back. You were super nervous but you were good about hiding it.

He looked at you like a lost puppy. An adorable one, at that. He shook his head and set his phone on the counter. “No, I don’t mind.” His voice was smooth, and very appealing to your ears. He grabbed your hand and hesitantly shook it. You made it firm, surprising him; but he was impressed nontheless. You turned your back towards him, setting your stuff on the counter.

Once you turned back towards him, he was looking up at the ceiling, and his cheeks were pink. You took in a deep breath and tried to figure out a position that wouldn’t be awkward for either of you. You stood by his side and gently put a hand on his warm cheek.

“Close your eyes for me.” You spoke gently. His eyes fell shut, and you worked your magic. You tried not to get too close so he wouldn’t hear your heart beat. You were surrounded by cute boys AND it was your first day on your dream job, it’s kind of a big deal.

You moved from his foundation, to his eyeliner, to his lips. It was nerve wrecking to you though. It was like you were about to touch a sacred place. You hesitantly dotted the lip tint wand over his bottom lip, and you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack. Your heart jumped when you blended it into his lip with your finger.

Finally your torturous work was over, and you made him sit up to look at himself in the mirror. “Did… I do ok?” You were nervous to ask. He looked at himself in the mirror then looked at you.

“It looks perfect, thank you Noona.” He said with a smile. You could tell he was just as awkward as you, which made you feel a little better. You sighed in relief and nervously laughed.

“Oh good. Ah, but, just call me (Y/n). Noona makes me feel old.” You said with a soft laugh. “Now stay sitting up, I’m gonna do your hair.” You ran your fingers through his hair that was amazingly soft. Halfway through his hairdo, you noticed he was playing a game on his phone. Piano tiles 2. It was one of your favorites. To make it less awkward between you two, you scoffed loud enough for him to hear you. “I can beat that score easily.” You said with a cute smile on your face.

He looked at you through the mirror and puckered his lips as he thought. “I’m just… warming up my thumbs. That’s all.” He cleared his throat before starting a new round. You scrunched your nose and giggled softly, continuing on his hair.

He stood up when you finished, and his height surprised you. He was tall. Not too much taller than you, but taller than you expected. You looked up to him and smiled. “Do you want me to change anything?” You asked while examining his facial expressions for the truth.

“No. You did a good job.” He smiled and held a hand up to you. You smiled back big and high-fived him.

“Good luck Jungkookie.” You said while waving to him as he walked out. This job might be more fun than you expected.


“(Y/n)? Would you mind taking these to the storage room?” Chae stacked clothes in your arms.

“Sure no problem-oh…” you struggled as she continued to stack heavy clothing items. You’ve been working here for a week, and the most you’ve done is run errands and bring things back and forth between rooms.

“Thanks sweetie!” Chae yelled as she watched you walk out. You struggled to see past the massive pile of clothing. Sleeves from sweaters dangled down and nearly tripped you. You were getting irritated and huffy during the long journey to the storage room.

You couldn’t see what was in front of you, and ran into a couple walls, as well as a couple people that you felt apologetic toward. “Where…” you looked to your side, and boom! Crashed into another wall! You fell back onto your butt and gripped onto the clothes tighter.You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath in hope to lessen the pain in your bum. “Owwyyy…” you whined softly. 

You were planning on sitting there for a little bit to process your life choices, but strong arms hooked under your arms and lifted you up. You squeaked softly in surprise and let the clothes drop to the floor.Standing on your feet once more, you tilted your head back to see who it was that was kind enough to help you. It was the cute Maknae whom you’ve grown quite fond of.

“O-oh, Jungkookie.” You turned around to face him quickly, but that awful luck of yours did you no justice. You stepped on a jacket sleeve and slipped. “Woah~!” You closed your eyes tightly once more, but when you fell it was gentle. You opened your eyes to see a very brave Jungkook hugging your body. He took the harsh end of the landing.

When you processed what had happened, you quickly sat up with a gasp of realization. You reached towards Jungkook and helped him sit up. He made a groaning sound, indicating he was in pain.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook I’m so sorry are you ok?” You asked in a worried tone. He hissed when you grabbed his shoulder, and you immediately jerked your hand back. “Oh no…” you felt so guilty.

“I’m ok.” He said with a gentle smile. The look in his eyes though, said otherwise. You shook your head no and sighed.

“Gosh I’m such a clumsy idiot.” You said with a heavy sigh and hit yourself in the head gently. You stood up and gently helped him stand. “Come on,” you grabbed the hand on his opposite arm and dragged him towards the dressing room.

“What about the clothes?” Jungkook asked while gently squeezing your hand.

“Those can wait. Your health is more important.” You said in a panicked tone. If you injured him it could ruin his career, and it would DEFINITELY ruin yours!

You opened the door to the dressing room, and everyone was gone. It was everyone’s lunch break, but you didn’t mind missing out. You sat Jungkook in the chair and sighed softly.

“Stay here.” You turned to your navy blue duffel bag and dug through it. It was a never ending mess of things, and it irritated you how you could never find stuff. “Ah here.” You pulled a a little slip out of a packet.

“What is that?” Jungkook asked curiously as he watched you closely.

“They’re patches that will help you stop hurting. Smell.” You stuck it by his nose and he hesitantly smelled it while staring in your eyes. “Smells good right?” You smiled and peeled off the paper from the sticky part. “Take… uh…” you blushed softly. “Take your jacket off.” You chewed on your lip nervously.When he started to take his jacket off, you closed your innocent eyes tightly, making him inaudibly chuckle. 

“I’m done.” He said as a cue for you to open your eyes. You hesitantly opened one eye, then opened the other when you confirmed it was safe.You reached towards his shoulder and slowly slid his sleeve down, the smirk on his face making your blush intensify. 

“Oh…” your heart dropped when you saw a large bruise forming on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry Jungkookie…” you gently put the patch over his bruise and looked in his eyes. He tried to act all tough and mighty but you could see he was in pain.You sat down in a chair next to him and fixed his sleeve. He watched your hands carefully, then examined your face. 

“Noona, don’t look so sad.” You tapped his knee quickly and huffed.

“Don’t call me that!” You puffed your cheeks up, giving attitude to show your hatred towards that title. He laughed softly and shook his head.

“You’re right, you kinda act like a kid. You sure you’re older than me?” He teased you, finding the joy in watching you squirm and blush. You playfully slapped his arm, then realized it was a bad decision when he hissed in pain.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You stood up and bowed to him, your heart racing from the amount of panic you’ve been facing. He just chuckled at you again.

“I’m a tough guy. It’ll be fine.” He said in a reassuring, gentle tone. He started to bring his hand up, but he hesitated. Then suddenly, his hand landed on top of your head, and he moved it back and forth to ruffle your hair.

“Ah-Jungkook!” You stood up and fixed your hair with a pouty face. He laughed at you, putting a hand on his stomach and tipping his head back. It was kind of relieving to watch him laugh in front of you. One, it was the cutest thing on this planet; and two, it meant he was more comfortable around you. Maybe all the embarrassing yourself for him and making jokes was paying off.

“(Y/n).” He corrected himself and looked in your eyes, keeping a killer smile on his face. “Thank you.” He said sincerely, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re… you’re welcome.” You smiled sweetly and looked down at your toes as you fidgeted a little. You’re being pulled in by this handsome boy, whom you aren’t allowed to have a relationship with. Life. Is. Great.


After a month on the job, you were comfortable. You felt like you really fit in with everyone. The boys treated you like family, and the crew members were so nice towards you. But there was one problem. What was it? The maknae was slowly drifting away from you. A week ago he was really reluctant about you doing his makeup. He wouldn’t let you look at him up close!

Yesterday he went to the bathroom and waited to come back when you were busy doing Yoongi’s makeup. He had someone else do his makeup, and he didn’t seem to be awkward about it at all. You tried not to let it bother you. It’s just work… it’s just work…

Today, you got there early. You set up your station before everyone else and decided to sleep a little on a chair. You were woken up but a makeup brush tickling your face. You twitched your nose and whined as you opened your eyes. “Chae…” you grumbled and sat up straight.

“Rise and shine, the boys will be here any second!” She laughed and ruffled your hair-a daily routine for her. You huffed and fixed your hair before standing up. You stood there and watched as the boys come in. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon… Jungkook?? You looked around the room once, then back at the door.

“Where… where is Jungkook?” You asked yourself and chewed on your lip. You waited a few minutes, hoping for him to walk through that door. But of course, no Jungkook was to be seen. You worked on Yoongi’s makeup and hair, and then things got chaotic. “Ah! Namjoon don’t touch that! That’s expensive!” You quickly grabbed a makeup palette from his hand and sighed in relief. Over time you came to realize he was truly a destruction monster. But, he was very funny and a great conversationist. Not to mention, he was very handsome. “Taehyungie! That’s hot be careful!”

You grabbed a straightening iron from Taehyung’s hand so he wouldn’t burn himself. And unfortunately for you, you gave up your beautiful skin for his. You grabbed the hot end and set it down, trying not to make a scene. You hissed softly and looked at your poor hand, knowing there’d be a definite scar.

“(Y/n)! Are you ok?” Taehyung was worried, being the only one to witness it.

“Yeah, I’m ok Tae.” You closed your fist so he couldn’t see the burn.

“10 minutes! Get your butts out there boys!” Chae yelled, and immediately they ran out. Taehyung bowed to apologize to you before quickly leaving. You sighed heavily and looked at your hand. “(Y/n)? Where’s Jungkook?” Chae asked you. You shrugged in response.

“I’ll wait in here in case he comes.” You said, hiding your hand behind your back.

“Alright… if he shows up call me.” She held up a threatening flip flop before walking out. You sighed softly and looked through your bag, pulling out a wrap and ointment. You carried it around since you often burned yourself. But this burn was a little worse than usual.You finished wrapping your hand and sat there, staring at the floor. You tapped your feet impatiently, and when you heard the door you stood up quickly. 

“Jungkook!” You sighed softly out of relief and irritation. “Where have you been?!” You scolded him as he walked towards his usual chair. He sat down and hesitantly spoke.

“Can… can Jihyun do my makeup..?” He asked quietly while looking at the floor. It hurt your feelings honestly, but you didn’t care at the moment.

“There’s no time! I’ll be quick. I promise.” You grabbed your foundation brush and stood in front of him, eyebrows furrowed. “Look I’m sorry you don’t like me for whatever reason but there’s no time.” You spat out what was on your mind and reached towards his face. He looked down and covered the side of his face with his hand.

You were shocked at his action. You were kind of getting pissed off. You grabbed his hand and moved it. He sighed in irritation and looked to the side, showing off his imperfect skin. Your eyes softened when you realized he wasn’t hiding from you because he hated you. His eyes showed fear and embarrassment.

“Jungkookie… are you embarrassed about your acne?” You asked with a soft expression. He just shrugged a bit and turn his head down again. You sighed softly and lifted his head, smiling. “It’s totally normal… and personally, I think it’s attractive.” You said flat out. Maybe you were a little too blunt, but it had to be said. He couldn’t just go around thinking it was an ugly thing that should be hidden.“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” You asked and look at him with sad eyes. 

Jungkook just chuckled softly in response and looked in your eyes. Your heart stopped, and your cheeks turned red. You stuttered a bit and dropped your makeup brush.

“Oh gosh.” You got on your knees in front of him to pick it up. Before you could pick it up, Jungkook grabbed your hand, making you hiss in pain. “Owowow…” you bit your lip and watched him.

“What happened?” He examined your wrapped hand. You pursed your lip and looked down, embarrassed.

“I saved your dumb friend from burning himself.” You said grumpily. You had nothing against Taehyung. In fact, you adored him. But the way you said it made it sound less dumb on your side, and more dumb on his side; therefore, less embarrassment for you.

Jungkook sighed softly and kissed your palm suddenly, making you tense up. You fell on your butt, your face red with shock and embarrassment.

“Jungkook..!” You held your hand to your chest. He just chuckled at your reaction and grabbed your arms. He pulled you up on your feet, then grabbed the back of your thigh. He pulled your leg forward, forcing you to sit on his lap.

You thought your heart was going to explode. You didn’t know how to react. You kinda just, had to let it happen. Jungkook kept his strong grip on your thigh and used his other hand to grab your jaw. You placed your hands on his shoulders, mentally unprepared for whatever he had planned. He looked in your eyes, and you admired how handsome he was.

“There’s a rule… no dating between the idol and the stylists…” Jungkook said quietly as he traced his finger along your jawline, and down your neck slowly and gently. “But I think… that rule is complete bullshit.” He said flat out, kissing you right after.

You couldn’t help it. You kissed back and regretfully, you enjoyed it. You knew you were falling for him from the start but you also knew it was unacceptable. You pulled away and tried standing.

“Jungkook we can’t do this.” Your breath was shaky. Jungkook tightened his grip and looked at you with a serious expression. Fuck he was so handsome. You shyly looked down and played with the hem of his shirt. You whined and rested your head in his shoulder. “I hate this stupid rule.” You said in a whiny tone. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s break some rules.” He said in a quiet voice. You thought about what he said. It was dangerous-very risky. You sighed and sat up again.

“Promise me you won’t ignore me again. You can’t hide from me.” You gripped at his shirt. He smiled and nodded.

“Deal.” He chuckled softly and looked in your eyes.

“Then… then I guess I’ll allow it…” you shrugged and puffed your bottom lip out, avoiding eye contact. You gasped softly. “Oh my gosh, I have to get you ready.” You stood quickly and got all your makeup sorted out. Jungkook watched you while biting his lip to try and stop himself from smiling.

“(Y/n)… can I call you baby?” He asked, suddenly making you choke. You looked at him, opening your thing of foundation.“Wha..? I… uhm…” you looked down and concentrated on makeup. You stepped towards him and he closed his eyes, letting you put makeup on him. “You can if you make sure you don’t let it slip around the others.” You answered him with a growing smile.

“Ok baby…” he replied with the cutest bunny smile. You felt all flustered and giggly. You worked on his makeup and tickled his nose with the makeup brush a couple times, just to hear him laugh.

“Oh my gosh you’re so late. Hurry and go out there.” You finished up with his hair. “I’ll make up an excuse for you. So hurry.” You started think if stories to come up with.

“Kiss.” He stood up and faced you.

“Huh?” You looked at him with big eyes.

“I want a good luck kiss.” He said nonchalantly. He leaned down to your height and closed his eyes, puckering his lips. You looked at his lips, then his eyes, and back to his lips. You quickly pecked his lips, not entirely used to the romantic atmosphere. He smirked and pinched your cheek gently. “Amateur,” he teased before kissing you again, longer and deeper this time. He pulled away and ran out to their meet-up place.

Immediately he was scolded, but you, being the hero that you were, came out with a story to protect him. “He got sick and he was throwing up. He already doesn’t feel that great, so please don’t lecture him.” You lied flawlessly, making the director sigh in defeat.

“Let’s go boys…” he grumbled and walked ahead of them to the door. Jungkook winked at you with a gentle smile and mouthed the words, ‘thank you.’ You just nodded and smiled in response, and waved bye to him.You stood there and replayed the recent events in your mind over and over again. Each time, you felt more lightheaded and giggly. You couldn’t believe the guy who snatched you from the start was actually yours now.


Laughter erupted from your throat for the millionth time tonight. When you started working with Bangtan, you slowly began to watch their older videos and stuff to learn more about them and what they do. And tonight you were watching their Gayo episodes. Jungkook was just so cute and funny, you couldn’t help but squeal.

Eventually you started to get bored. You wanted to actually see him in person. You got needy. You wanted his attention; his love, his touch, and his sweet kisses.

You laid on your bed on your stomach and picked up your phone. “Jungkookie…” you groaned softly and set your phone down when you saw you didn’t have any messages from him. You’ve been together for 2 months now, and there have been times where you were nearly discovered. You knew there were suspicions so you really tried to keep it on the down low.

A few seconds of overthinking go by, and you hear tapping on your window. Odd, considering this is the second floor… you walked to the window and opened your curtains, expecting maybe just a stupid bug or a tree branch scraping against your window. You gasped when you saw Jungkook standing on your balcony.

“Jungkook..!? What are you..?” You quickly opened the window. “Are you crazy?! It’s pouring out there!” You pulled him inside and wiped water off his face with your hands. “You’ll catch a cold.” You were genuinely worried. He chuckled softly and grabbed your waist, pulling you into a kiss. You were surprised by his action-this whole event nonetheless-and pulled away. “Jungkook..!” You covered your mouth.

“Shhh you nag too much…” he cupped your cheeks gently. His soft eyes grew wider as he stared at you. “I’ve never seen you without makeup before…” he said in a way that made you self conscious. “You’re beautiful…” he added, and gently swept his thumbs over your cheeks. He chuckled softly, “and you have freckles…” he smiled a cute bunny smile, making you feel embarrassed. You brought your hands over your face, but they were immediately moved. “Remember what you said to me?” He smiled. “I think it’s attractive.” He mocked you and scrunched his nose as he smiled.You laughed softly and playfully slapped his chest. 

“Shut up you…” you grabbed his hands and brought him over to your desk chair. “Stay there.” You walked to your bathroom, searching for a clean towel. You came back with a hot pink towel and giggled. “Sorry, pink is all I got.” You stood in front of him and threw the towel over his head. Immediately you started rubbing it over his head to soak up water from his hair.

He started to laugh as you dried his hair off, closing his eyes. He relaxed and let you nag him, listening closely to the things you were saying.“If you get sick I’ll have to make an excuse for you. I’ll have to make time to sneak in a visit to take care of you, and by doing that I’m risking a lot.” You lectured and got on your knees in front of him. 

“That means I’d have to feed you, give you medicine, watch you while you sleep…” you sighed and glared at him.

“That sounds pretty nice, actually.” He snickered. You stuck your tongue out at him and used the towel to dry his face.

“Did you bring extra clothes in there?” You pointed to his bag.

“Yeah… but I won’t be needing them.” He said as he grabbed the towel and threw it across the room.

“Huh?” You were startled and a little flustered. He was giving you the sexiest stare, and you wanted to pounce. You bit your lip and stood up. “Uhm, I’ll go make you some tea,” you turned around, but your wrist was grabbed, and you were-against your will-turned back towards the boy that was subtly turning you on.

“I told the guys that I was going to an old friend’s house and spending the night.” He put a hand on your blushing cheek and put his other hand on your butt without permission.

“Spending the-?! Jungkook if they find out we’re screwed.” You were worried about how they’d punish him, and about how you’d lose your job without a second thought. How would you see Jungkook then?!

“I know… but I want to make you feel good.” He said, making your heart jump. “I don’t want our relationship to seem… fake and boring. I want it to be fun and exciting. I want you to feel loved.” He sounded so perfect as he spoke. It made the soft spot in your heart take over your brain. He backed you up to your bed and pinned you to it with your arms above your head. You gasped and looked up at him with big eyes.

You looked back and forth between his eyes, searching for the truth. And surely enough, you only found sincerity. You slipped your hands out from under his and wrapped your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him closer. 

“You’re right Jungkook…” you kissed him lovingly.He chuckled against your lips and slowly kissed back. He tensed up when he felt your hand undoing his belt. He’s never been in this type of situation, even though he had a cocky attitude towards it.

You took his belt and tossed it to the side, never breaking the kiss. He moved his hand towards your thigh, squeezing the thicker part of it. You moaned quietly against his lips, and it was an instant confidence booster. He hooked his finger in the waistband on your shorts, slowly pulling them down as he started to trail his kisses down your neck.

You lifted your hips a bit to help him, and kicked them off. You didn’t care where your clothes went you just cared that they were off. You tugged on his shirt and breathily said, “take it off.” He smirked against your skin and sat up. He looked in your eyes, taking his shirt off and showing off his glorious muscles.

“Holy…” you felt your cheeks flush. You reached and touched his abs. You looked down at your own tummy and pinched the little bit of chub, feeling self conscious now. Jungkook chuckled and grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers before pinning them to the bed again.

“Like what you see?” He asked with an unbelievably sexy, sinful smirk on his gorgeous face. You were in such a trance, you could only nod in response. He chuckled once again and moved his hands from yours, down to your butt. He squeezed, earning a very rewarding moan from you.

Jungkook groaned and pursed his lips, leaning his head back and breathing in deeply. He felt his pants getting tighter, and he moved his hands to unbutton his pants. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth, adding to the hot atmosphere. You felt like you were melting under him.

You thought your heart was gonna beat out of your chest, you’ve never felt so alive before. You sat up and looked in his eyes as you unzipped his pants for him. He breathed out shakily and ran a hand through your hair. You pulled down his pants, and pushed him so he was on his back on the bed. You sat on his lap and he propped himself up on his elbows.

You stared him dead in the eyes as you started to unbutton your silky blouse. His lips parted and his eyes followed your hands. With each button gone he could feel himself growing harder.

The black laced thong and matching bra caught him in a trance. “You’re fucking breathtaking.” He said breathily. He sat up and slid your shirt off your shoulders, throwing it across the room. His hands made their way behind you and unclipped your bra. He carelessly tossed it behind him and cupped his hands around your boobs.

You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, grinding your hips against his once and earning the sexiest moan in existence. You suddenly felt a rough hand grabbing your hip, and another hand trailing down your stomach and into your panties. You gasped softly against his lips when you felt his finger press against your clit.

“Wet for me already baby..?” He teasingly whispered against your lips while rubbing your clit in slow circles. You breathed out and bit your lip, resting your forehead against his. You gripped his hair with one hand and used the other hand to pleasure him. You cupped his bulge and palmed him gently, through his boxers. “(Y-Y/n)…” his breath hitched. He was surprised by your action but fuck did he enjoy it.

“Jungkook oh God…” you moaned out and tugged on his hair. He growled and flipped you over so he was on top once again. He pulled your thong off and tossed it behind him. You hooked your big toes in the waist band on his boxers, gripping onto his biceps as you pulled them down.

He was staring hungrily into your eyes, and it gave you a tingly feeling. When his body moved forward you quickly tightened your grip on his arm, mentally panicking. He dipped down to kiss you again, and the magical kiss took your mind off your fear. You slowly but surely move your hands up his arms then wrap them around his neck.

His hands started at your knees and trailed down, teasingly tapping his fingers to mess with you. Suddenly he pushed your legs into an M shape, squeezing the thick of your thigh. You let a moan slip, being turned on further by his mysterious movements.

Your breath hitched when you felt a length filling you. You gently bit his bottom lip and tugged with your teeth, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

“J-Jungkook.” You strained a moan and hit his chest gently. “You’re too big.” You breathed heavily and covered your face. His hands grabbed your and pinned them to your side.

“Don’t cover your beautiful face.” He whispered sexily and kissed along your jawline. “Baby I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He moved his hands to your hips and rubbed slow circles. You instantly brought your hands up to his cheeks, slowly running your nails along his jawline and neck-something that made him totally weak.

He groaned hotly and kissed you again deeply, nudging his hips forward to test drive you. You let out a moan that drove him crazy, and his hips started to move at a slow pace.

You rolled your hips against his, urging him to go faster. It was a euphoric and dangerous feeling, and it was intensely addictive. You craved him, you craved more, and you let yourself express that. You rested your nails against his side and slowly dragged them down, arching your back and curling your toes.

“Oh God (Y/n)…” he breathily moaned and bucked his hips against yours as you hit his sweet spot. You loved his reaction, you loved how you were making him feel. “Ahh..~” he let out a satisfied breathy moan, closing his eyes and licking his lips seductively.

You’ve never felt so needy but he gave you exactly what it was you needed. The connection your hips made created sparks each time and it added to the love. The smell of sex and desire filled the surrounding air, with his cologne engulfing you in a paradise.

The bed began to creek and it excited you more. “Baby~” you moaned out and tugged on his hair with both hands. “The neighbors will complain.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He sexily growled and kissed your collarbone, roughly sucking at your sensitive skin. His uncontrollable hands kept a tight hold on your butt, sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed down towards your breasts, and soon his relentless mouth was sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Holy hell~” you tilted your head back and let out a slutty moan to drive him crazy. He moved one of his hands, and grabbed one of yours from out of his hair. He intertwined your fingers, then pinned it to the bed roughly.

“What’s my name?” He used his other hand to grab your jaw and lead your gaze to him. You moaned and looked in his eyes, something your body couldn’t handle in this situation.

“Jungkook..!” you moaned and closed your eyes, squeezing his other hand tightly.

“That’s right baby girl.” He let go of your jaw and grabbed onto your butt once again, an obsession of his. His thrust got faster and faster as your orgasm built up, and with each second you tightened your grip on the white sheets.

“Jung-Jungkookjungkook-Jungkook~” you squealed and sighed loudly with pleasure. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum J-Jungkook.” You reached up behind you and tugged on your pillows. “Mm~!” You turned your head and chewed on your lip, closing your eyes tightly.

“Ah… ah (Y/n)….” he panted hard and moaned louder. He pulled your hips back against his own with every thrust, hitting your g-spot. Your climax hit you at full force, making a slutty moan escape from deep within you. Jungkook almost immediately pulled out.

He kissed you as he used his sweaty palm to get himself off. You kissed back weakly, attempting to help him with whatever strength you had left. You felt warm liquid on your stomach and blushed a bit.

“Kookie I just took a shower…” you whined and gently played with his hair. He breathily chuckled and cupped your face, giving you soft eyes. You looked back and forth between his eyes, smiling.

“(Y/n)… I love you. And I won’t let the company take you away.” He said honesty and pinched you’re cheeks to make you giggle, and be was successful as always.“I love you too Jungkook.” You sat up and hugged him tight. “Don’t say that unless you can promise me that though…” you pouted. He shook his head and rubbed your back.

“I promise (Y/n). There is nothing that will tear us apart.” He assured you. “Now…” he started with a soft chuckle, “let’s go take a shower." 

anonymous asked:

Could I request a first meeting after defeating Grima and Robin disappearing between Lon'qu and Robin?

[You have no idea how long I’ve waited to start writing these ohHHHh geez]

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When he was called to the castle in Regna Ferox, he didn’t know why. He didn’t care, quite frankly. Basilio and Flavia only ever needed him for tournaments, and while he used to enjoy doing them, he didn’t anymore.

Their effects stopped wearing off after the first six months. He could distract himself with the fight, with the sound of swords clanking drowning out the phantom calls of his name on your lips.

He didn’t want to go anymore, as they began to remind him that they didn’t work. That they didn’t keep you out of his head.

You had captured his body and soul when you were married. Even after your sacrifice, though, you seemed to have bound him with an endless amount of chains; each link being another memory of you that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

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Hi friends. I put out a fic rec list a while back, and since then I’ve read a lot more, cried a lot more, laughed a lot more. So here’s another fic rec list for YOI! Most of these are different authors, in an attempt to spread the love. 

As before, it goes fewer bookmarks -> more bookmarks, in a very blatant attempt to give exposure.


Resting pulse by cafecliche: I’m crying all the time, when I read this fic. It’s amusing and witty, while capturing the Victuuri characterizations perfectly, and also THERE IS PINING. This author’s other fic also address anxiety beautifully, so go forth. Go read all of the cafecliche. Do it for your wellbeing.

Kiss, You’re On Camera by Ashida: THIS IS SO SWEET. They’re at a baseball game, and Yuuri’s neighboring seat gets taken by an attractive stranger. God, it’s cute. Please check it out.

Stay the Night by Shadow_sensei: Your heart won’t be ready for the twist at the end of this. You could never be ready. This story is haunting and I mean that pun in all the best ways—it’s also got a beautiful dreamlike, fairytale (more like scary story) feel to most of it.

Shall We Skate (Through Time) by counterheist: counterheist has written MANY quality fics (also see BREAKING NEWS: Local Man Would Like to Date Other Local Man), most of which have me laughing. God, counterheist is great. This time travel AU also INVOLVES PHICHIT, my man, deals with consequences and, finally, provides great plot.

Yuri Plisetsky Saves the (Figure Skating) World by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom): Yuri Plisetsky’s interpretation of Viktor running off to “coach” Yuuri. It’s so canon compliant it HURTS—like hurts your stomach, because you’ll be laughing. Also the author is a darling.

A Heart of Paper Cranes by missmichellebelle: Besides being a fantastic human being, this author handles fluff, first time meetings, and anything your heart could desire with aplomb. I love this fic to pieces, and I love the sweet honesty of the Victuuri in it. *swoons*

Meet me halfway (in the future) by MissSpock:  I LOVE THIS FIC?? I love MissSpock, who I discovered and promptly blazed through all the fic of. This excellent time travel fic explores jealousy in a ironic but honest way.

Nuclear Hearts Club by butterbeerbitch:  The best of mutual pining and high school. I think I recc’d butterbeerbitch on my last list too, but I need you to listen to me. This fic has beautiful musings on childhood, which are giving me nostalgia in ways nothing else I’ve read has, and it is heartbreakingly gorgeous. This is poetry, it is prose, I cannot believe this is a real human being writing this. While they have stunning imagery, they also aren’t scared to make gross, hilarious comparisons. Please read this. Do it for me.

Like a design by jinlian: Canon-verse, and very sweet and humorous.

Life Unwoven by rougeandtonic:  TIME TRAVEL AU. WHERE YUURI TIME TRAVELS… BOTH WAYS. You get double the Victuuri, all of the pining, all of the miscommunication being healed, and just… oh. I love this fic. I think about it constantly. I’ve totally already screamed a lot about rougeandtonic on my Tumblr, but I. Do Not. Care. Like, this author probably hates me at this point, but I can’t help it.  Please read their work: kokoro no kaze is another of my favorites.

Lullaby of Birdland by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities: Yuuri is a figure skater and Viktor is a jazz pianist. It doesn’t hesitate to deal with heavy topics, and the author knows. Their. Jazz. I’m drooling over this fic as we speak. Listen. I don’t understand how this has only 142 bookmarks at 7 chapters. I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

Meet Me by the River by c0rnfl0wer: do you want Slavic mythology and traditions handled masterfully and presented along with high quality love and pining? Then read this fic! Also, check out c0rnfl0wer’s other works, I can’t imagine how much research and effort he puts into his writing.

The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through His Stomach by futuresoon: I can’t figure this mystery fic out for the life of me. IT DOESN’T MATTER. Do you like mythical creatures? Do you like mysterious and handsome men? Do you like food? Check this out. This quirky, supernatural fic leaves you curious, and ironically hungry for more. Might be on a hiatus, as a warning, but word on the street is that it’s not abandoned.

I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit: Oh god. From Yuuri’s POV, and it’s so descriptive, so emotional. This was written a while back, but I just discovered it and it is quality.

(offer me) that Deathless Death by melonbug: VIKTOR IS DEATH in this beautiful and moving fic that’s wrapped up in mystery and prose, but which I want to continue reading forever. There’s some phenomenal life observations in here, too.

Shut up and let me hold you by shysweetthing: I’ll never be over shysweething’s writing. I KNOW I recc’d this author on the last list, but you have to understand that it has brilliant dialogue, clearly understands YOI and episodes 11 and 12, and presents what was absent/only hinted at from them in a way that simultaneously soothes and breaks your heart.

These Frozen Nights by viciously: GEEZ so Yuuri can see ghosts, and Viktor doesn’t know… This fic is just ethereal and shocking, but still domestic and the Victuuri is sweet.

Taking the long way home by thankyouforexisting: Vicchan doesn’t die (so you already know this is gonna be good) and Yuuri doesn’t get drunk, so this fic explores how things change. It’s just… lovely. The dialogue is hilarious and magnificent, the AU is a great idea, and I’m loving this slow build.  NO, THANK YOU for existing, thankyouforexisting.

cover story by fan_nerd: Every frickin time I think back to my pre-AO3 account days, I remember a great fic and have to search for it. Every time I do, IT IS BY FAN_NERD. I love fan_nerd. This is a roommates AU, and is top notch.

Just Like a Stranger With the Weeds in Your Heart by MooseFeels: This ABO fic is just. Just. I tend to obsess over rhythm in my writing, and this fic has rhythm in excess. It just slides smoothly into your head, and astounds you.

Prove Me Wrong by homsantoft (tofsla): I started reading this and thought, oh, another soulmate AU, it could be decent. BUT I WAS A FOOL. This is not any old soulmate fic—it is beautifully handled, and I am unworthy of this and the one other fic by this author for YOI. PLEASE READ IT.

America goals by magnetic wave: Phichit is probably my favorite YOI character that isn’t Viktor or Yuuri, and this fic captures him so well. It also is a fic where you can see a perfect Phichit and Yuuri dynamic, without having to rely on Victuuri at all. I am in love.

Singularity by springsoldier (ladydaredevil):  I think I also recc’d this author on the last list. Do you care? I don’t care. You have to see this. It’s a STAR WARS AU. It’s so understated, and glorious, and hilarious. The Yurio is excellent, and the storyline is handled realistically. Finally, a Star Wars fic that shows you how a good Jedi deals with love.

A Lesson in Wanting by awesometinyhumanbeing:  I AM FANNING MYSELF. I love this fic! I love the trope of being in love with someone you’re married to, but being unable to deal with it. Reading the lines here just make me want to cry, and by the time things are finally resolved you will be incredibly invested in their happy ending.

Butt Stuff by Plumpie:  Yuuri gets an invasive… butt procedure. And Viktor is his nurse. Every moment in this is amusing.

At Home by SuggestiveScribe: SuggestiveScribe is pretty prolific, or was back a few months ago, and all of their works are breathtaking. Please check them out. This one’s fluffy, domestic despite the travel, and fun.

Katsuki Yuuri: Ascended Fanboy by Defiant-Dreams (DefiantDreams):  I’M LAUGHING SO HARD. Yuuri is a commentator, Viktor is still a skater, and everyone is exposed to their mutual and very obvious crushes in this great comedy.

Blackbird by sixpences: If you read nothing else I’ve recced to you but you still read this fic, I will be happy. This extremely well thought-out and planned fic showcases Yuuri and Viktor as intelligence operatives during WWII and the Cold War, and is brilliant in its complex portrayal of the issues at the time. Also, they’re ridiculously cute together even in heartbreaking circumstances. There is homophobia in-universe, but the handling of it is sublime and it’s there for a reason. I JUST UM. DEEP BREATHS EVERYBODY. THIS FIC IS SO GOOD.

Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare by exile_wrath:  Okay so listen. I am a very sensitive kid. This fic made me have a LOT OF FEELINGS, and is sublime. I will say there is definitely some violence, but it’s handled as well as this author handles everything, and the story as a whole transports you to this whole other Beauty-And-The-Beast but darker world! It’s very imaginative.

Constellations (Things You Left Unsaid) by DasWarSchonKaputt: I love Yuuko, and anytime she shows up in this fic I scream. This fic is just hilarious and deals with Yuuri’s feelings of inadequacy quite well. A+ role reversal AU!

Take Hold by Lavender Prose: Have I ever mentioned that I’m a complete sucker for soulmate AUs? I am, and this one is stunning and thorough in its worldbuilding. Also, check out the author’s tumblr for short but effective drabbles.

Kings in Couture by slightlied: I think a lot of people have also heard of this one, but I don’t care. The first two chapters are excellent, and accompanying drabbles for this universe can be found on the author’s tumblr, and they are also engaging. Just visit the author’s tumblr—it’s a lot of quality content of all kinds, and she’s bursting with ideas.

Now When Arrows Don’t Penetrate, Cupid Grabs the Pistol by ken_ichijjouji (dommific): AHAHAHA this fic, it’s funny. Also, it stars Phichit and almost every possible couple in YOI, so you know it’s going to be an exciting ride!

Worthwhile by surveycorpsjean: People like to watch Viktor suffer, but it’s always from pining. This fic handles the concept that Viktor can have major insecurities and struggles too, showing through heart-rending metaphor. And of course, it shows that Viktor can still deal with these things while having and deserving a loving relationship. Ah, homophobia warning here, but it’s a fic dealing with a lot of real world issues.

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0: Listen here. This is my favorite identity reveal fic. Somehow this author takes a plane ride (normally a terrible experience for all) and makes it into a rollercoaster of good times and cuddles and wrenching revelations. I love this Viktor, and this Yuuri, and the pacing is just right, as well as the Viktor/Yurio dynamic.

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood and MapleTreeway: probably a fic that everybody knows, but it’s so well planned and such a great take on selkies that I can’t help but recommend it. There’s actual poetry in here, folks, as well as great prose—dream scenes, sweet romantic getaways in bays, CUTE SEALS. And, for a time, a mystery! Just… read this fic, if you’ve somehow missed it.

Centripetal force by braveten: Braveten is pretty well known, so you’re probably like “kiaronna why are you showing us this, of course we all know this fic” but this is my FAVORITE OF HER FICS and it’s going to get recommended, dang it. If you somehow missed this adorable masterpiece and like college fic, check it out. One of the chapters also made me hide in a bathroom for a while to deal with my freakout about emotions.

Unfortunately, because of life, I haven’t had as much time to explore the tag… or much time in general. so if you’re one of the works I love but I missed you, I’m sorry! 

Hopefully you readers will share my enjoyment of these amazing works!

EXO | Your Ex Is A Member Of BTS or Got7

Anonymous said:

Are your requests open? If so can i request an Exo reaction to them discovering that you’ve dated a member of Bts or Got7? Anyway love your reactions!!!!

Ex: Jaebum

“I knew you had a type…” he said when you revealed to him that your ex was Jaebum from Got7.

“I do not have a type…” you lied.

“Oooooooh that’s not what your face is saying, princess.”

Originally posted by ohyaahkkaebsong

Ex: Rap Monster

“It’s being the position of being with the leader, isn’t it,” he teased after you told him that you had dated Rap Monster. Personally he didn’t care who you had dated in the past as long as you were 100% into your relationship with him, the past was the past.

“Oh yeah totally…the power that comes with being with the leader just gets my blood flowing,” you replied with a smile.

“I knew it!”

Originally posted by irpsychotic

Ex: Jackson

“Yixing, what are you doing?” you questioned at your boyfriend’s odd behavior.

“I’m cute Y/N, right? Super cute…more than Jackson,” he said sending you a big heart.

“Of course you are Yixing….”

Originally posted by elaysium

Ex: J-Hope

“I see how it is…you like the fun type,” he said after you told him that you had dated J-Hope.

“Well if I’m gonna date someone I might as well date someone who isn’t boring…” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Now answer this…who’s more fun? Me or him?”

“You most definitely.”

Originally posted by tipannies

Ex: V

“I thought you said this was a special dish…” he said looking down at the plate of food you had set in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s my mom’s recipe. It’s not special as in ‘it’s only for you’,” you said, “I have made it for other people.” Jongdae was feeling a bit on the mopey side when you let it slip that you had dated Taehyung and that you had made this food for him in the past and it wasn’t the ‘special dish’ he thought it was. “Now are you just gonna stare at the food or are you going to eat it?”


Ex: Suga

“So…you like rappers then?” Chanyeol said when it was mentioned that you dated Suga.

“I never really thought of it that way,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

“Well he’s a rapper…I’m a rapper…so it must have something to do with it…” he said, starting to not to look to confident.

“But his tongue technology definitely isn’t as good as yours,” you said with a wink.

“Oh geez, jagi…”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Ex: Jinyoung

“That’s a funny joke…” he said after you told him the reason you didn’t really want to go to the awards show with him. You and Jinyoung didn’t break up with any hard feelings, but you had dated for awhile and you just felt uncomfortable especially since EXO was going to be sitting right next to Got7.

“I’m not joking…I dated Jinyoung,” you said.

His face dropped. “You’re right…not a good idea for you to go…just stay home, relax, put your feet up, drink some wine, have a bubble bath…”

“I get it Soo…I get it…”

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Ex: Mark

“We thought there were feelings there and there actually weren’t the type that were going to keep us together for a long period of time so we decided to break it off before things got nasty between us,” you explained. Jongin had found out from…someone and you were pretty sure it was Sehun, that you had dated Mark and he confronted you about it and you explained everything to him.

“So you guys are what? Just friends?” he asked.

“Well we don’t hang out like we used to cause we’ve given each other space, but we do talk every once and a while so I mean we are close like we were before, but yeah I would consider him a friend and just a friend. I love you Jongin, remember that,” you finished.

“I know that,” he said, bouncing on his heals trying to contain how happy he was.

Originally posted by kaibility

Ex: Yugyeom

“Well I guess I can’t complain much…” he said, processessing the information.

“What would you have to complain about?” you questioned.

“Well you could’ve dated someone older, but you stuck with the maknae…less competition.”


Originally posted by wooyoung

Ex: Jimin

“He’s not manlier than me…that’s definitely not the reason,” Luhan mumbled, not long after you revealed to him that you had dated Jimin.

“Uh Luhan…” you said.

“Nope…I’m definitely manlier…that’s why Y/N chose me…”

Originally posted by dawnlus

Ex: Youngjae

“So tell me this…” Kris started, a sly smirk starting to cross his face.

“Don’t go there,” you warned.

“Who’s better in bed?” he asked.

“Oh for the love of…we never got that far in the relationship, so there’s your answer,” you said rolling your eyes, “I swear I don’t know what to do with you sometimes.”

“But I know what to do with you…”


Originally posted by vvu-yi-fan

Ex: BamBam

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked Tao as he poorly hid behind Suho from you.

“You are out to steal my Gucci and I know it!” he said.

“What in the world are you talking about?” you questioned.

“You dated that Gucci loving maknae BamBam and I know that’s how you got some of your Gucci clothes…well you will get none of mine,” he replied.

“Oh good lord, you’re making me sound like a gold digger Tao,” you said slightly annoyed, but also amused by the situation.

Originally posted by exoplathot


It's Called a Baby Sweetheart-Chapter 5: In Time of Need

Devastated by Heathers recent departure, Nick tries to find comfort and peace by being alone in his home, but a certainty bunny will make sure that his morning is anything but peaceful…

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skinship!au ft jaeno/nomin (jaemin & jeno)

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

( a/n ; hello! so this is my first take on writing this kind of imagines. i always have plots in my mind but i’m not sure how to write it out as a fanfic because of the lack in my english writing :^) i took 2 weeks to write this bc i kept changing plots and stuffs o u o ; anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! + i’m sorry but i don’t take requests, however you can still suggest here~ i only do gay/yaoi/boxboy ships that i approve c: )


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anonymous asked:

Would you mind if you write angst? RFA cheating on reader with MC? Maybe it doesnt make sense but i was disscussing this with some people What if they were 2 dif persons? Like the reader is a person who is open minded strong sensible cute while the MC is a pretty face and always wants whatever they want without thinking what she wants and lets them choose her options Is this even making sense? Idk...

I got waaaay too into this to the point where I was planning in class on what to write haha. I always saw MC and Reader as the same person since… y’know…it’s you playing a base character with your personal choices. However, I see what you mean and I had fun writing this so thank you! This did end up long but I am not putting it under cut for mobile readers 

RFA Cheating on Reader with MC

Yoosung Kim

It was embarrassing to admit but you don’t understand Lolol. Every time Yoosung handed you a controler, you would feel like a drag because the controls were more wonky than other games and the plot was more complicated to catch onto. Especially since Yoosung was all over the map about it and would explain things from the middle than the beginning. That was alright, you were fine with just sitting and watching him play.

He was so cute when he was focused like this. He would nibble on his bottom lip and furrow his eyebrows while staring intensly at the screen in front of him. He would shout random commands at his teammates as he jerked his arms around like it would actually help. Yoosung’s actions were way more entertaining than what was being played on the screen.

“MC! Back me up!” Oh? Your ears perked up at this new name. You knew all the names of his teammates except this one. Maybe he was a new player?

Yoosung’s cheeks turned slightly pink as someone said something through his headphones. He kept them loud enough to hear words being tossed around but it was never clear on what they were saying.

“T-That’s not what I meant..” He mumbled but he didn’t sound angry. Woah wait, was this new player hitting on him? Your expression turned to discomfort and you moved closer to your boyfriend to cuddle. She could try to win him over, but you knew that there was no competition in the first place. You both loved each other silly and just feeling him relax in your arms cleared any insecurity she brought up.

That day didn’t really change anything. Yoosung still stayed after school later for studying purposes and you would prepare him meals for when he gets home. You missed him on the days he stayed for hours at the school’s library but you never tried to guilt him back home. He had a goal in mind and you want to support him in anyway you could and if that was to act like a stay at home wife then so be it.

You were cleaning up the ingredients when your bubbly boyfriend came home. You quickly left the kitchen to greet him but he blew past you in a hurry. Dumbfounded, you watched as he made a Beeline to the bathroom. The action left you confused and a little hurt but you just went back to the task at hand. That is, until you tripped over his hoodie.

“Geez, so desperate to shower he stripped on his way?” You giggled and picked up the blue clothing. You hugged it tightly like a teddy bear before smelling a whiff of chemicals. You scrunched your nose in disgust and brought it closer to your nose to double check. Good God, it smelled like he broke a bottle of perfume all over him it was super strong.

You tossed the hoodie back on the couch and the bathroom door swung open. Yoosung awkwardly came out and looked around before getting his phone out from the hoodie.

“Welcome home.” You said with a slight bitter tone. You were kinda upset he didn’t bother to even greet you.

“Oh! Hello _____!”

“How was your classes today? “ You smiled and went to grab his hand. Yoosung awkwardly held your hand and avoided your gaze but still replied saying the same old things. You didn’t mind, you were glad you had him all to yourself now.

“I made dinner, so if you want some-”

“I already ate! Thank you though!” Yoosung said and kissed your cheek. Your expression changed from happy to confused. The cheek kiss felt forced and he didn’t bother to text you not to make dinner.

“I-I see.. What did you eat?” You asked as you made your way into the kitchen to clean up what was suppose to be eaten.

“I just went to a fast food place with MC!” You nearly dropped the plates. You forgot all about her but the jealousy swarm back through you. You stayed silent as he went on and on about how funny and great she was but stopped himself a couple of times from saying more.

“She sounds lovely I guess. “ You spit out before turning to him. It would explain the smell on his hoodie but it was too strong just for the sake of having a quick dinner.

“She is… but not as lovely as you of course! “ There he goes with his cheerful smile that never failed to make your heart race. You smiled back and went over to embrace him. It’s silly to get jealous over a friend so you forced yourself to ignore the dark thoughts.

He willingly wrapped his arms around your hips and you nuzzled your face into his neck. You opened your eyes slightly before seeing the dark red mark that was on his collarbone. You didn’t remember leaving a hickey there and you sucked in your breath sharply.

“_____, what’s wrong?” Yoosung’s concerned voice brought you back to the moment and you gulped.

“Nothing.” You said coldly. Yoosung would never betray you like that, right?

Jaehee Kang

Your trust with Jaehee is gold. It’s laced in white lace and pure laughter over morning coffee. The secrets and stories that were told over the counter during breaks is something you wouldn’t change for the world. Neither of your friends understood the unspoken communication you two shared and the long affection filled eye contact that would be held for hours. You were someone Jaehee could lean against when her days were beating down on her and she was always there for you for the same. It was a sweet clouded fog full of romance that won’t be cleared till the two of you are 6 feet under.

You love to help her with the coffee shop. Jaehee had worked hard enough under Jumin and it was about time for her to pursue her passions with the help of another. Her shoulders were tense enough from holding all that weight and you were flexible enough to give her a helping hand by being a waitress.

The coffee shop was very peaceful at times but it still held it’s usual customers. The three people that had yet to miss a day of visiting were an old couple and a beautiful young woman. The elderly were very kind to you and would always tip well but the young adult would always request for Jaehee to serve her. Which was fine for a while but then you felt a slight rejection to it. You wanted to make friends with the brunette that sat by Jaehee’s register since those two would always giggle and have their own inside jokes. But the rude glares you get when you come near is enough to send you away and get the orders from anyone else.

One time you brought up their friendship to Jaehee when you were closing for the night. She only brushed it off saying that MC, which you later learned was the girl’s name, was only trying to kill time and humoring her with the idea of friendship.

That made the situation a bit better for a couple more days until MC was brought up more during your dates or late night cuddling. It felt gross. You weren’t the kind of significant other that would isolate their girlfriend or boyfriend from their friends but MC was slowly making her way into the relationship. Yet, Jaehee looked so happy to have someone other than you or the RFA to talk to so you didn’t say anything.

One night, the two of you were discussing the next day’s plan for the shop then she was brought up again.

“MC wants to help out a bit. She doesn’t want a full time or even a part time job but she wants to be  just a friendly hand, you know what I mean?” You bit the inside of your cheek to tell yourself not to frown at that. So you smiled and encouraged her to continue talking.

“Kinda like what Yoosung does sometimes?” You asked while taking the glass of water that was in front of you up to your lips. Jaehee hummed and nodded while writing things down on a notepad.

“Exactly. She wants to help open tomorrow if that’s alright. You can finally sleep in!” She looked up and smiled. It was like she was trying to sell the idea out to a client more than talking to her lover but you nodded in agreement and claimed that it was a good idea before heading to bed.

You wanted to, but couldn’t sleep in. You pretended to be asleep while Jaehee got ready for the day quietly in the background. When she headed into the bathroom to apply makeup, you furrowed your eyebrows a bit and watched in silence. The only time Jaehee wore makeup was when you two were going out on a date or when she wanted to impress you. It was only an average Thursday so there was no need and it was counted suspicious.

Something just didn’t sit right the moment she left the apartment and you sat up. You trusted Jaehee but you didn’t fully trust MC yet. It was probably because you never had a solid conversation with her but it wouldn’t hurt if you went to the shop anyways. Jaehee would probably have a hard time explaining your morning routine to her so it would be best to go.

You threw on your uniform before making your way outside. The sun was just rising so the sky was still dark but orange clouds mixed with the grey. There was a slight breeze as your shoes clicked against the sidewalk and nobody crowded you. It was kinda lonely walking to work without your girlfriend to enjoy the sights with and it made your heart sink a little at the thought of those two getting closer and closer by the minute. Jealousy ran through your veins as you picked up your pace. You held a hand against your cheek to feel them warm and your mind fumbled with words of discouragement.

When you made it, you stood on your toes to peek through the blinds to see what they were up to. Your hands touched the cold glass and your breath kept fogging up your vision but you couldn’t see movement. You huffed and wiped off the fog before digging through your pockets to find the keys.

“Good morning you tw-” You began to say as you walked in but immediately cut yourself off. MC’s golden eyes gleamed back at yours with mischievousness as a flustered Jaehee backed more into the counter. Jaehee’s lipstick was smeared with some of a different color on her neck. Both of the girls’ shirts were unbuttoned and wrinkled. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating but Jaehee’s was. It was shown through her heavy breathing and pink cheeks. Your eyes fell down to where MC placed her hands tightly on Jaehee’s hip and a smirk on her lips. You backed up into the door that closed behind you. You felt tears streaming down your face while your brain congratulated itself for predicting correctly.

“______, wait it’s not-” Jaehee started to say but stopped herself seeing that there was no other way to transform this scenario into something else. Something other than her looking like a jerk for betraying your love like she did.

You covered your mouth to cover up the hiccuped sobs and left the shop quickly. Your trust with Jahee is rust. Laced with humilation and the slow beating of a broken heart.


Acting was a big part of Zen’s life and that is obvious. You would hate to ever get in the way of his career so you only cheered from the sidelines and never spoke a complaint about the over affection fans. After all, you had celebrity crushes yourself so you know that it would cause more of a problem if you interfered. You held faith in Zen anyways. You knew he would never cheat on you or take advantage of your patience. That is what love was all about.

You will never forget how excited he looked about getting that role. If you could describe the moment in a color, it would be yellow. His red eyes light up and he spun you around until you both got so dizzy you fell. The room was full of laughter and beaming pride.

“So, when do you get your script? I can help you practise!” You volunteered whilst laying on him. He was breathing heavily due to the rushed adrenaline and staring up at the ceiling.

“That would be wonderful! I have to stop by the director’s office tomorrow morning to get it so if later that night you’re willing…”

“Anything for you!” You cheered. He laughed and gave you a tight squeeze before kissing all over your face.  

The next morning, you wished Zen good luck and told him to leave a good impression on the director before seeing him off. You watched him get on his motorcycle through the window and stirred your coffee. You were incredibly proud of your boyfriend. Zen had his sights on this particular role for months and practised daily just to perfect it. You heard that the director was very strict and getting through his head would be challenging but of course, Zen made it. You smiled and took a drink while your white haired boyfriend drove off.

You didn’t know how long it would take to get a script but you wanted to keep yourself busy in the meantime. You settle for cleaning up the cramped apartment a bit to congratulate Zen on his hard work. You made you way over to the coat rack and picked up the coat he threw off yesterday before announcing the good news. You giggled and picked it up but something fell out of it’s coat pocket. You raised an eyebrow and curiously picked up the fabric from the ground. Your dropped his coat and gasped in shock of the bright pink panties that you held up. You threw the pair down like it was on fire and blinked rapidly. No way. Your body went freezing cold as you backed up away from the fallen clothing. It couldn’t be what your thinking. Zen would never… would he?

After many days of finding the unwanted undergarment, you still stayed by his side. You were afraid to ask about the panties since you might hear an answer you truly didn’t want to hear. One night, Zen told you he wanted to eat dinner with the cast and director to discuss more about the production. You were alright with it and told him he could go without you since you went to one before and you almost crashed due to how boring they were.

Once he left, the house was quiet. You sat down on the couch and heaved a heavy sigh. Your mind was racing again with bothersome thoughts of how you are dragging this out longer than needed. Your eyes scanned the room before seeing Zen’s phone light up. You sit up quickly, realizing that he probably left it and is texting you through someone else’s phone to find it. You took ahold of it and unlocked it to see to text back.


Zenny sweetie~ Are you coming? You know I don’t like to wait..

[ Mc sent a photo ]

Like what you see? I’m so wet.. I can’t wait much longer. Meet me in my office.

Your eyes read the messages in horror. Your eyes started to water realizing that name belonged to the director. All this time you thought it was a man! Not a pretty blonde with lustful blue eyes! You swallowed heavily before locking the phone and sinking into the couch. On the bright side, you wouldn’t have to interrogate Zen. On the downside, the man you loved with all your heart is fucking the director behind your back. You frowned and got up to pack up your things. You didn’t have time to be sad, you can drink it out later. For now, you needed to get out of this house. It’s not like he would miss you anyways. He had a different woman to crawl to while you will settle for hotel hopping.

You picked up your bags after laying out the panties and open phone messages on the couch. You turned off the light and slammed the door behind you as hard as you could. You never wanted to see that white haired cheater for the rest of your days.

Jumin Han

“Hey, Jumin? Can I express a fear to you?”  Purple eyes glanced up to meet yours across the kitchen counter. You insisted on cooking dinner for the two of you to express how deeply you feel for him. Jumin, of course agreed and let you do as you pleased. He was a sucker for the meals you prepared anyways.

“Of course you can, my love.” He spoke with a soothing tone while he shifted positions to face you better. The quiet crinkling sound from his suit as he moved substituted the silence while you tried to gain the courage to come out and say what’s been haunting your mind.

If you knew it was going to rain then you would have brought a heavier coat. Your left hand fiddled with it’s sleeve as your right hand tightened it’s hold on the bundle of roses. The wind was intense and you feared that if you loosened your grip the flowers would float off into traffic. You moved with caution around the people that were clearly in a rush and couldn’t care less about the others on the sidewalk. Your bit your bottom lip to hold back a goofy smile as you pictured your beloved in his office and his shock but delighted expression he would show when you enter. You planned to surprise Jumin with his favorite kind of flowers since he had been spending more time at work. It pained you to see him all tense and too tired to go through with the dates he promised the day before. The denied dates were never an issue it was more that he looked like he ran a mile every night and you hoped that maybe if you go to his work then he could relax a little.

I am afraid that you will fall out of love with me.” You said quietly and regretting saying it in the first place. It sounded silly and weak but you trusted Jumin not to taunt you. You avoided his gaze that you felt burning down on you. You were embarrassed so you continued to cut carrots.

“Good morning ______!” The receptionist called out and you waved politely back at her. The employees of C&R were always kind to you which eased up your nerves. When you first started to date Jumin, you were uncomfortable going into this giant building because you didn’t act like everyone in it. You were slower when you walked and didn’t talk in proper terms. Despite all this, they all appreciated your peaceful atmosphere you bring. Never once had an employee speak rudely to you or mock and it have you more confidence to visit Jumin whenever.

You pressed the button on the elevator to the top floor where Jumin’s office was. You rocked with nervous excitement as you glanced over every single flower to make sure the wind didn’t shred them to pieces or the rain drowned them.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.” Your fiance said with confusion. You ceased your chopping as you looked in his direction. You stared at his clean suit and bit your lip in thought.

“I am never afraid of you cheating on me. I am terrified of the idea that one day you will wake up and realize that I am not all that you make out to be. That you will realize that you hate the way I speak or that my smile is odd or hate the little things I do that you treasure now. I am scared of that day.”

The elevator bell rang, signalling that it arrived. The doors smoothly opened and you walked out to meet another receptionist that was behind a giant desk outside of two golden doors. She clicked away on her computer while occasionally taking a drink of her coffee. You stood there for a bit not wanting to interrupt but once you saw there was a possibility that she won’t pause for a while, you rang the bell.

“That is not possible. I love you and everything you do. I can assure you, that there is nothing to fear.” Jumin walked around the counter and gently pulled you into a warm embrace. Your heart raced as you wiped the tears that started to well up in your eyes. He leaned down and kissed your cheek while rocking you gently.

“Good morning, Jaehee!” You said when she looked away from the computer. Jaehee pushed up her glasses and smiled warmly at you.

“Good morning, _____. Are you here to visit?” You nodded with enthusiasm and held up the bouquet in your hand.

“He would love those. You can go right in. He is meeting with a client but they should’ve been done a while ago so I am sure they are just chatting freely. It’s very kind of you to visit Mr. Han.” You listened as she talked and you walked up to the big doors and looked over your shoulder.

“Thank you, Jaehee. I will try to talk him into giving you a break, alright?” You giggled out as you pushed them open.

“You never know, there is always someone better. That’s how the world works, sweetie. You can do anything but there will always be someone else that can do it better. There will always be someone who will look better than me or even say words you want to hear that I can’t say.”

His reaction to seeing you wasn’t what you imagined at all. One part of you wondered if he would be upset that you disturbed his work. But the idea of his mouth moving in his alluring smile while leaning back in his chair with thankful eyes that you wanted to see him is what made you want deal with the horrid weather outside. In all honesty, you would much rather take an angry Jumin than this. She was beautiful, you would give her that. Her long and curly red hair swayed with grace as she grinded against Jumin’s lap. Her head was turned to an angle with her bright green eyes closed and rosey red lips bitten down on to hold her moans. The roses you held fell to the tiled ground along with her skirt your fiance tugged down. Your guts twisted as you heard the moans shared between the two. You wanted to cry and run or yell and cause a scene- anything. Anything but stand there and watch the man you love whisper words like ‘She won’t know.’ to a coworker.

“Impossible. I hope one day you will see that you–”

“–Are the only woman for me.”

Saeyoung Choi

You knew. You know everything about Saeyoung so the minute something in him turns differently, you are well aware. He wasn’t the best at lying and some part of you wished that he was so this whole thing wouldn’t be as painful as it actually was.

You turned to your side as you looked at your husband’s back. He was brave enough to not wear a shirt to bed like the old days but now you are forced to see at the scratches that were dragged up from his mid back to his shoulders. It was disgusting and it made you sick. You tried to close your eyes to avoid staring but your mind wouldn’t give it a rest. It never let you sleep. You either had to stare at Saeyoung or have nightmares of the way he would embrace the brunette while proclaiming his love for her and assuring that you will never find out. The perfume that clouded his whole body was one you were too familiar with. It didn’t have a real smell to it after a while, it all was just chemicals.

Mornings were always the same. You would make breakfast for the twins in your cheery attitude and Saeyoung would leave to ‘visit Yoosung’. Once the door made a loud slam and the sound of gears turning and security locking, you let out a big sigh.

“Why are you still here?” A rough voice asked from the couch while you stared at the door. Your mouth felt dry and you wanted to laugh about this. Saeyoung sucked at lying so much, even his brother knows what is going on.

“I love him.” You replied. You mentally cursed yourself for sounding like a robot. Saeran gave you a sympathetic look before pushing himself onto his feet.

“He doesn’t love you.”

“He does!” You snapped at the man behind you before taking a second to recollect yourself. “He tells me it everyday.” You turned around and looked at your brother in law. You knew that didn’t mean anything but why else are you there? Were you really that hung up over the sweet memories he spent with you? Or is it the illusion that he will leave her for you? Whatever it is, you are still wearing the ring he gave you. You still tell him you love him and treat him the same as when you began dating.

“When someone cheats, it’s not always just sex y’know. He could be taking her out on dates too.”

“Stop.” You mumbled.

“Driving her in one of his cars, taking her out to fast food restaurants and telling jokes you probably laughed at before. I wouldn’t doubt he takes her to see the stars and points at the brightest one saying ‘There’s yo-’”

Stop!” You yelled. Saeran saw the sadness in your eyes and sighed. He was right, who knows what Saeyoung could be doing with Mc. Whatever it is, you’re in the past to him and to yourself.

“Sorry.” Saeran said quietly but he saw your attitude shifted. The tears you held so long in your eyes started to pour as you excused yourself to the shared bedroom. Maybe, just maybe, you might just pack your things.

Elsa (Chapter 1)

Author: @systemfailuresunshine 

Summary: Year-round fluff for a soldier who just needs a hug, starting at Christmas

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1557

Warning(s): None, I don’t think

A/N: This was originally posted on AO3, but my lovely friend @itscooltobehappy convinced me to make it a reader fic, and post it on here. So I did! I hope you all enjoy. I know it’s March, and not December, but roll with it. Plus, who doesn’t like Christmas year-round?

“Nat, hang it properly, come on!”

“You’re lucky I’m hanging it and not you, Stark!”

The voices of the Avengers travelled through the otherwise quiet corridors of Stark Tower as Christmas started to come to life. You were sitting on your own in your bedroom, chuckling at the insults being hurled around by your friends. You could practically hear Steve climbing down from the ladder to try and separate Tony and Natasha before she strangled him. You could also hear the voices of everyone else except for one: Bucky.  

You turned so that you were facing the door, and swung your feet off the bed, slipping them into socks that were lying on the floor. Crossing the small space, you opened the door to find him poking his head round the door of the shared dining room so that he could watch the others putting the tree up.

“You didn’t fancy it, Bucky?” you asked, making him jump.

Bucky turned around, clutching his chest with his bionic hand.  

“Geez, (Y/N), warn a guy!” he said, jokingly.  

“Nah, it’s more fun this way,” you laughed, nudging him with your hip. “So, you didn’t want to join in?”

“I’m too cool for that, obviously.”

You just looked at him, raising your left eyebrow slightly.

“Alright, fine. It’s the first Christmas I can remember since the War. They all look so happy, I didn’t want to ruin it by breaking something…” Bucky trailed off, looking down at his snowman socks.

“Oh, Bucky.” Your heart swelled, and you engulfed him in a hug.

He stiffened a little before putting his right arm around you and giving you a squeeze.  

You pulled back, but dropped your hand to grab his bionic one.

“Come on!” you said, dragging him into your bedroom.

“What on earth is happening?” he looked bemused but followed anyway.

“You’re helping me put up my tree.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to ruin…”

You interrupted him by stopping short and turning to face him, as you neared your bed.

“Bucky Barnes, don’t even think about it! You are going to hang some baubles, wear a tinsel scarf and help me put the star on the top,” (Y/N) commanded.

“Okay then,” he said, chortling under his breath.

Five minutes later and you were both sat in the middle of the bedroom floor surrounded by various bits of tree.

“I thought you said you knew what you were doing,” Bucky said, poking you in the side.

“I said I knew where the instructions were.”

“It’s your tree, how do you not know how to put it up?”

“I was preoccupied last year, Clint did it for me.”

“Of course he did,” he chuckled.

“Ah!” you said, looking at two pieces of branch you had picked up. Bucky looked at you quizzically.

“Alphabetical,” you stated. “C to A, biggest to smallest.”

“How did it take you so long to figure that out?!” he laughed, incredulous.

You looked down before muttering “I was looking at you.”

Bucky moved his right arm from the floor to put it around your shoulders and give them a squeeze.

“I know, I’m beautiful, aren’t I?”

“You’re such a dork, Barnes”, you jibed.

“Back in my day, you would have said ‘square’.”

“Nowadays, I’m just going to call you a triangle.”

You screamed as Bucky reached out to tickle your sides.  

“Bucky!” you laughed.

Twenty minutes later and the tree was up and covered in fairy lights but lacking decorations.  

“At least it’s alight,” Bucky smiled down at you.

“I’m gonna go steal some baubles,” you said, matter-of-factly.


“From the guys, you muppet.”

“Oh,” he snickered.

You walked into the other room to see the tree, but no Avengers. Now was your chance. Moving past the boxes, you found a plastic container in the back corner of the room, stacked full of small statues and coloured balls. You picked it up and made to leave the room, just as Tony entered.

“Going somewhere with those?” he smirked.

“Just giving them a clean,” you smiled, picking up a cloth from the side.

“You can have them. It gives Elsa something to do.”

“I worry about him.”

“I know you do. You want him to feel included, and so do we, but he seems to be more comfortable around you,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame.

“Maybe because I don’t call him ‘Elsa’”, you chuckled.

“It’s a term of endearment. Why do you think I call Steve ‘Sparkles’?”

“Because you like watching him cringe.”

“I mean, that too,” Tony laughed. “Go on, your princess is waiting for you.”

You hoisted the container onto your right hip as you walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks, Tony,” you said, smiling.

“Anytime, (Y/N).”

Walking back into your room, you found Bucky cradling a small ornament.

“You alright there, love?” you asked.

Bucky looked up at you. “I found this, I thought it’d been lost but I guess someone kept it and…” He held out a small wooden ‘B’.

You crouched down in front of him, reaching out to hold the letter.

“I was wondering if we could use it,” he said in a small voice, as he placed it into your left hand.

Your heart swelled again, as you set the box down properly next to you.

“But not if it’s gonna ruin your tree, doll. I don’t want it to look tacky,” he mumbled.

“James,” you started, kneeling next to him as you cupped his face with your other hand.

His eyes looked hesitantly up at you as you used his first name. You rubbed the pad of your thumb across his cheek.

“It’s perfect,” you finished.  

He beamed at you, eyes slightly shining and he brought one hand up to place around yours.

You stood up again, crossing to your bedside table and opening the top drawer. You rummaged around for a bit before an “aha!”. Turning around, you held a small ornament of your own up with one finger. A small golden letter dangled from a ribbon.

“Now they’re a pair.”

A full hour after you’d started, and with a lot of laughing and small arguments about which decorations should go where and how much tinsel you needed, you both stood in front of the tree, admiring your handiwork.

“Still needs something,” you stated, looking the tree up and down.

The ‘B’ and your letter sat in pride of place in the middle of an array of Disney characters.

“More baubles?” Bucky laughed.

You elbowed him in the side before spotting a star at the bottom of the plastic container that you’d discarded about ten minutes ago.


“Are you not gonna sit on top of it?”  

You rolled your eyes, smirking, as you leaned over to pick it up.

“Come on, Elsa. Together.”

He grabbed the other side as you both placed the star on top of the tree, standing slightly on your tiptoes to be able to reach.

You stood back again.  

“Perfect!” Steve admired the tree as he walked past the bedroom door, heading to the kitchen.

Bucky slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.  

“Their work,” he said, looking down at you.

“Joint effort,” you smiled at Steve, freeing your left arm so that you could put it around Bucky’s waist.

Steve smiled at both of you before walking off, probably to grab more food.

“Ours is still better,” he called over his shoulder.

You both chuckled and you yawned.

“Bedtime?” Bucky asked.

You smiled, before bringing your other arm round him to give him a proper side hug.

“Thank you for helping,” you said, your voice slightly muffled by his jumper.

“Anytime, doll,” he said, turning to capture you in a full hug before crouching to lift your legs from under you.

“It’s 2 feet, I can walk!” you protested.

“Not as cute though,” he contested, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Placing you carefully on the bed, Bucky turned to walk out the room, before he was tackled from behind.

“Yes?” he laughed, craning his neck to try and look at the bundle that had wrapped their arms around his neck.

“Stay?” you said, in a small voice, dropping back to the floor.

Bucky bent his knees so that you were at the same eye level, before pressing his lips to yours lightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, pulling him closer.

“Always,” he smiled, picking you up again and walking you both to the bed.

You awoke to hear mutterings and quiet laughter coming from your bedroom door. You snuggled closer into the ball of heat that was draped across you, not daring to move for fear of waking him up.

He was already awake and pulled you into him.  

“Smile, Elsa!” you both heard before a click went off.

“Tony!” you groaned.

“Merry Christmas!” he chuckled back.

Taglist (because this seems to be a thing): @buckyywiththegoodhair because she tags me in the Deleted Scenes for A Lesson In Love, (which is amazing!!!!), and is awesome, and @buckys-shield (because she tags me in stuff now and it’s great!)

If anyone else wants to be added, just message me on here (@systemfailuresunshine) or on @story-prompt-lyrics!


Merry Christmas, @sterektbh!

Derek knocks on the Stilinski’s door, shivering in his leather jacket as the wind picks up. Every Thursday Derek and John get together and talk about what’s going on in Beacon Hills. Derek as the Alpha, John as the Sheriff. The Sheriff opens the door.

“Hi Derek, come on in!”

Derek walks in, scuffing his boots on the door mat, and closes the door behind him. John calls out from the kitchen. “Would you like a hot drink Derek?” Shrugging off his jacket, he drapes it over the back of the couch. 

“I’d love one. Tea please.” Derek wanders into the kitchen, and watches John put together the drinks. 

John looks up at Derek. “Did you hear from Stiles today?” Derek shakes his head. “Oh. I thought he would have told you. He’s not going to be home for Christmas. Can’t afford the ticket.” 


“Yeah, I’m disappointed. I can’t afford the ticket either I’m afraid, or I’d go and visit him. It’s a shame too. I was able to get about 5 days off.” 

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I just read part two of The Cold Treatment, and I really hope you're able to write a third part! Much love! (I apologize for my English)

707: The Cold Treatment [FIN]

I hope you all enjoy~ Don’t worry, I didn’t leave on a cliffhanger like last time!!


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Seven watched, his eyebrows furrowing in sadness. He couldn’t take this cold treatment from you anymore. He.. he just couldn’t. It hurt too much.


“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, MC, god I’m so sorry…” he breaks down all of a sudden, grasping onto your arm. His head is lowered, and he doesn’t look at you. But you don’t even need to see his face to know that he’s crying. “Please… please don’t leave me.”

You step closer to him, feeling worry stir in your chest. You swallowed hard, unsure where this was going. This was completely random to you.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt… I didn’t mean to yell at you,” Seven starts, releasing all his feelings. “I don’t want to hurt you… and I don’t want you to get hurt… I love you so much, I’d rather let you be happy without me than to drag you into my messed up life. And I hate that I have to hurt you to keep you away, but the truth is… I really don’t want to do this!”

He’s a blubbering mess now. He’s lost control over his feelings- just like he always does, when it comes to you.

Your cold front falters, and your gaze softens as you stare at him.

There are certain things you can tell when conversing with someone. It’s not necessarily in the words, the actions or even the tone, but the feeling of sincerity can still be conveyed. And in this moment, you knew that Seven was being completely honest.

Wait a minute. Backtrack! Did Seven just say he loves you?

Your eyes widen, and your mouth drops slightly in realization. But Seven doesn’t seem to have noticed his unintentional confession, and continues to ramble.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I always hurt the people I love… I’m not good enough as a son, I’m not good enough as a brother, and I can’t even protect you properly! I’m only getting you in more and more trouble… I can’t protect anyone! I don’t have the right to be with you…” Seven sinks to the ground, bringing both hands to his head. It’s a panic attack, you recognize. Tears are spilling to the floor, and you quickly kneel down beside him.

“Seven… you are more than good enough,” you state firmly, leaning in as close as you could to catch his focus.

“I’ll say it again. You are more than good enough.” You watch as he stares back at you in confusion and bewilderment. He’s stopped his blubbering apologies, but he doesn’t know where you were going with this.

“Seven, you created an app for the RFA to protect all of us. You designed a code to have a perfect security system. You designed a special security system for this apartment. You watched me through security cameras to protect me. You came here to protect me, and you’ve been doing a perfectly good job,” you tell him, rubbing his back gently. “Look at me! I’m here, aren’t I? I’m here, safe and sound because of you.”

He leans into you, weakly hugging you. But his tears have stopped.

“I’m here for you, Seven,” you murmur quietly.

A few moments pass in silence as he calms down, and you keep holding him in your arms.

“…Thank you, MC,” Seven pulls away slightly so he can look directly into your eyes. “Really… you manage to save me everytime. You say that I’m protecting you, but it’s really the other way around. You’re the one taking care of me. I’m… I’m a mess.”

You cast him a genuine smile. “Hey, Seven. In reply to your confession earlier, I love you too. So I love you, even if you think you’re a mess. Because I think you’re a masterpiece.”

Seven smiles slightly at your cheesiness, then realizes what you said. “Too?”

“Well yeah! You confessed first~.” You smirked as you let his earlier words sink in.

He groans, burying his face into his hands. “That’s not how it was supposed to goooo,” he whines, a playful look in his eyes.

“Well, you tell me. How was it supposed to go?”

“I wanted to confess in my maid costume and my wig!! It would’ve been so much more romantic, don’t you think?”

You stare at him.

“…You know, Seven, you could’ve just said that you do love me, and end it at that.”

Seven chuckles. “Well, that is true. I love you, MC. Thank you for accepting me.”

Then, he remembered something. “Oi, wait! What’s up with you and Zen?” he huffs.

You tilt your head in confusion. “Zen? What about him?”

“Why are you letting him make moves on you? I mean, come on, asking to meet with you is basically him asking for a date. He’s a total narcissist, and he could never love you as much as I do!” Seven pouted.

“But… My heart already belongs to you… Why are you even worried?”

“Hmph… Can you prove it?”

“Prove what?” you look at him, puzzled.

“…Prove that you love me.”

A sly smile makes it way to your face as you crawl onto his lap, kissing him deeply. His hands tangle in your hair, and you slide your hands up his sweater.

“How do you want me to prove my love?” you whisper seductively.

Seven’s cheeks turn tomato-red, and his mouth opens and closes continuously. “Aaah… erm… Error, 707 can not be found! P-please.. come back later?” he stammers.

At that moment, your cell phone rings. Zen’s name flashes on the caller id, and Seven glares immediately, swiping the phone from you.

“Stop calling my girlfriend already, and get your own!” Seven grumbled, answering the call on speaker phone.

Zen’s annoyed voice came through the speaker, “What the- geez, what’s got a Jumin Han shoved up your butt today?”


My Everything (Requested!)

@eli-howlter – “this isn’t really a story idea but maybe something with dnp as children, something about them growing up together and their friendship :)”   

yes, yes yes. I am doing this.

Summary: Dan gets bullied by kids on the playground, and a protective Phil steps in, creating the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Years later, they are best friends, share clothes, share secrets, and know everything about the other. Dan has pent up feelings for Phil that he just can’t hide anymore.

Genres: Fluffy! Slight smut? A bit Angst! Childhood AU, Friends To Lovers  

Pairing: Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil

Word Count: 2,946

Warning: Some swear words, slight smut, and offensive terms!

A/N: One of my lovely besties Eli wanted me to write a childhood!phan fanfic and I mean, how could I say no to that? I’m making this one a bit longer than my usual so I hope you enjoy it!! :) I’m having dnp 2 years apart in age bc it works better for the story. Let’s pretend Phil was held back a year. also: I’m writing this where dnp are going to American school so I’m having them be in elementary school in the beginning! Ok enjoy!


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School Play Part 2

Part One Here

By popular demand we have these two lovebirds reactions to their very heated make out.

Feel free to message me or send me an ask– I am taking requests.

Adrien was freaking out for two reasons: 1. He liked Marinette and 2. He had more than made out with Marinette in her room. He was more than a little embarrassed in fact he was practically mortified! He was always so good about keeping his emotions in check. He hardly ever let them run away from him like this and if he did it was only when he was Chat Noir. Something had just come over him and that something was Marinette because like it or not Adrien had to admit that the mere thought of her made his heart race. Adrien was so focused on his feelings for Ladybug that he hadn’t even noticed when Marinette weaseled her way into his heart. He sighed into his pillow. How was he going to face Marinette tomorrow? His cheeks burned as he thought about seeing her. Maybe he should fake sick. Marinette must hate me now, I mean I practically attacked her! What is wrong with me? Adrien’s thoughts were not encouraging. Adrien groaned into his pillow.

“Geez kid what’s got you so wound up?” Plagg complained from the corner of Adrien’s bed. Adrien looked up from the pillow at the annoying little god.

“Are you kidding? I totally lost control today with Marinette! What is wrong with me Plagg?” Adrien groaned into his pillow once more.

“Oh that? That’s just animal instinct- comes with being the Black Cat,” Plagg said easily. Adrien sprang up onto his knees looking at Plagg with wide eyes.

“It’s what!?” Adrien balked.

“Animal instinct. You liked the pretty girl kissing you and so you didn’t think you just acted and took it a little too far. It’s a cat thing it happens,” Plagg snickered.

“So you’re telling me on top of being a hormonal teenage boy I now have animal instinct to worry about as well?” Adrien squawked.

“They’re pretty much the same thing.” Plagg shrugged. Adrien ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“This isn’t any time for jokes Plagg- I wouldn’t have hurt her would I- I mean this instinct it’s not dangerous is it?” Adrien worried.

“What? No of course not! You still have some self control! Geez kid get your mind out of the gutter! You’re not going to hurt anyone!” Plagg said disgusted.

“But today with Marinette- I took it way too far.” Adrien slumped down in self loathing.

“To be fair she seemed to be really into it. When she  put her hands in your hair- behind your ears, well Chat Noir’s ears- that’s the spot where most Chat’s let their instinct take over. It’s perfectly natural kid,” Plagg assured.

“How am I going to face Marinette tomorrow after that?” Adrien moaned.

“If it helps she seemed to be as into it as you were.” Plagg shrugged. Adrien quirked his eyebrow up at the kwami.

“How would you know?” Adrien asked suspicious.

“I took a look when you guys were quiet for too long. It was disgusting just so you know but you both looked pretty happy about being disgusting together,” Plagg complained. Adrien’s cheeks turned pink. “Look’s like you’ve got a new crush lover boy,” Plagg snickered.

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Goodbye & Hello Pt 2

Warnings: Sad, swearing, kinda cute ( if you squint)

Dean x reader , Sam x Reader

 Its a slow beginning guys, but itll get better ;)

Part One

 " Sammy?“  your voice is barely above a whisper . ” Wh- where am i?“ you ask, your eyes darting around the room once again.

You hear a gun cock, making your eyes fly to the boys. Dean has his gun raised and aimed directly at you. Your eyes are nearly bugging out of you head at this point

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” Dean ! Stop !“ Sam says, stepping infront of his brother.  You don’t blame Dean, you know what he wants  so you step forward, extending your arm out.

” Test me . “  Sam sighs, pulling his flask of holy water from his jacket , followed by his silver knife. He splashes your face with holy water, making you slightly wince at the cold , then gently sliced a small cut into your arm. When its proven you are in fact, you , you see them both relax , but only for a second.

 ” How are you  her-“

” Chuck, he uh - brought me here. i didn’t know a prophet-“

” Its a long story .“ Sam cuts you off, sending you a sympathetic smile. You bolt forward, wrapping your arms around his waist . You bury your head in his chest, his arms wind tightly around you in return .  The warmth radiating from him makes you sigh in happiness, in your heaven , the hugs never felt as warm like this one does; they didn’t feel as real . 

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” I missed you .“ Sam whispers into your hair, placing a kiss to the crown of you head. When you part, you lean up, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

” I missed you too Moose .“

 Dean still hasn’t said a word to you , but his eyes haven’t left you.

” Are you just going to stare at me all day Winchester or what?“ you snap . Sam tries to cover his laugh at how you are already phasing back into how he remembers you .

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” Do you remember ?“ is all he says, his voice beautiful and deep, just like how it was in your heaven .  My heaven . Your heart slightly breaks at the thought, the thought of how easy , how calm it was for you .

” Do i remember what D ?“  you see the corner of his lips twitch , and realize hes holding back a smile at he sound of his nickname.

” How you died, where you went .“ 

You aren’t ready to tell them of what your heaven consisted of, of yours and Deans love, Sams happiness , the family you were taken away from to come back .

 ” I - theres flashes of how i -  but not everything is there. I was in heaven .“

 ” What was it -“ Dean starts , but thankfully before he finishes you hear the familiar flutter of wings.

” Hello Y/n .“ Cas. You smile as you look to him , stepping forward to throw your arms around him . He copies the embrace, holding you to him tightly.

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” I don’t understand why you were brought back . “ he says suddenly  ,making you laugh . I can always count on Cas’s subtleness to ease the mood.

” I’m not too sure either, Chuck said i was needed here. “ you shrug .

” I have to look into this.“ within a second he was gone, making you and sam let out chuckles.

” Some things never change , huh? “

Dean still hasn’t spoken , making you increasingly angry & upset . You aren’t used to this, youre use to your  Dean, well your heavens Dean.  You take the risk, walking to Dean and pausing infront of him . The conflicting look on his face tells you enough  .

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You quickly pray that this doesn’t backfire, you slowly lift your hand to his face, giving him enough time to pull away , when he doesn’t you gently cup his cheek . Surprisingly he leans into your touch, sending flutters through you . When his eyes lock to yours, you can see the tears hes fighting to keep back.  You lean forward, tugging him to you by the back of his neck . The hug is tight, almost like hes afraid if he lets go youll disappear.

” I’m not leaving again Dean .“ you promise as the hug continues. He doesn’t respond, just holds you to him .

When he lets you go, you send him a sweet smile & a wink before you turn back to his brother.

"  Please tell me theres food somewhere around here.”

After eating, and a little catching up , your head is trying to comprehend everything Sam has told you .

“ So this place is safe.. from like everything?” you ask still trying to grasp this.  You couldn’t be happier that the boys found a home, you know the toll living in motels can have on a person .

“ Just about.  The library is huge, you wouldn’t belie-”

You let out a snort watching as Sam geeks out over the library, and how much he hasn’t seemed to change.

“ She gets it sam, its a nerds heaven in there . Geez."  You send Dean a smile as you laugh even louder. 

The boys tell you of their losses, and who is still with them. It hurt, hearing of all the ones they lost, especially Bobby. In heaven, you don’t really get to see others, you stay in your own world with your versions of happiness . Bobby was in your heaven , you realize its going to be even weirder, not having him , or the others that aren’t here with you anymore.  Your face must have shown your mood shift ,

 ” Everythign alright Y/n?“ Dean asks, worry clear on his features and tone.

” Y-yeah , i think I’m just a little worn out . “ you lie, giving them a small smile .

” I bet, come on . Ill show you to one of the empty rooms so you can rest . “ Sam stands, and gestures down the hallway . Dean abandons his seat to come next to you , he hesitates, before leaning down to kiss your forehead .

” We’ll be here when you wake up .“  you smile , then follow Sam down the halls. 

Dean POV.

 I watch as Y/n follows Sam through the halls, i want to go after her , pull her against me and never let go .  She said she doesn’t remember everything from the day she- the day she left us . And i definetly think shes avoiding telling us about her heaven . But its not like i can force it out of her , right  ? When Sam comes back, he pats me on the shoulder.

” There has to be a reason Chuck brought her back, you don’t just bring someone back to life for no reason. “

 ” Well , detective Cas is on it apparently. “ i say with an eye roll . Sam chuckles,

 ” You think shes going to be okay Dean?“

” I don’t know Sam, would you be okay being ripped from Heaven? We don’t know what it was like there for her, but heaven aint got a rep for being disappointing.“

 Sam sighs, nodding in agreement. 

  A few hours go by , me and sam do our own things. I clean my guns in my room , and i assume he is geeking out in the library  .

 ” Dean.“ i nearly jump out of my skin at Cas’s voice.

” Damn it Cas, what did we talk about !“

” oh I’m sorry . But i have information you and Sam might want to know .“  he then leaves , walking out of my room without another word.

” Crazy ass angels.“ i mutter as i follow.

  I sit in my usual chair in the library , waiting for Cas to speak .

” I wasn’t able to find out why she was brought back,-“

 ” DEAN!“  Y/ns voice echoes through the bunker, her scream sending me straight to my feet.  I bolt through the halls until i get to the room Sam set her in , i whip the door open to see her balled up on the bed, sobbing .

 Y/n’s POV
   The last thing you remember before waking up is Dean , leaning in to kiss you and then disappearing from infront of you; leaving you alone . You woke yourself up screaming , tears coming immediately after.   How am i suppose to let this go, let my heaven go . I’m happy I’m back, happy i get to really be here again , feel the warmth from real hugs, hear the boys laugh and tease eachother . But what if nothing can fill the void ? 

 The door swings open , a very concerned Dean waiting in the doorway .

” I - i had a nightmare .“ you say , tucking your knees closer to your chest so you can hide you tear stained face. 

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You feel two arms circle your body and pull you  closer. The familiar scent of Dean , Whiskey and mint, fills your senses, making you smile . You uncurl yourself just to re wrap yourself around him ; your arms go around his waist, and your head to the crook of his neck.

” Its going to be okay , it was just a dream Y/n. “ he whispers . You feel him press his lips to your hair, making tears re appear at the gesture. ” Why don’t you try to go back to sleep for a little . “ he suggests  . Your grip tightens on him at the thought of him leaving you alone.

” D-d-dean  , can you - will  you stay with me?“ you shyly ask . He tilts your face up and wipes away the lingering tears.  For a second , you think he might kiss you from the way hes looking at you and the proximity of your faces.  All he does is send you a smile, before he pulls you both down the bed and tugs the blanket up.

” I’ll always stay with you Sweetheart.“

I can only wish .

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