Aries♈: you jump to conclusions. You think for others and tell them how they feel. You never give them the chance to tell there side of the story. You throw around labels thinking your judgment is absolute. Get off the soapbox at look at yourself for once.
TAURUS♉: youre more possesive than you think. Youre loving but consuming. Your fear of being alone makes you controlling. Love isn’t possession.
Cancer♋: don’t be such a coward. Youre so brave… until you have to talk about your feelings. Youre terrible at confrontation and it keeps you from saying what needs to be said and defending against injust actions from peers. People can’t read minds, if they are upsetting you, you need to tell them don’t wait until they’ve done it 20 times and then blow up at them. Also stop avoiding your needs, you are not a sponge for the world’s pain so please please stop rejecting help and healing.
Gemini♊: stabilize yourself. Youre emotional and impulsive at your worst. Satiate your need for order in other things not in people, they are not yours to compartmentalize. Your spy tactics and lies are obvious
Leo:♌ you are not born king. You can be stopped. Just because you exist doesn’t mean everyone has to yield to you. A good leader leads while helping to lift the box, a bad leader yells at others to pick it up while standing on the box
Virgo♍: you are not a saint or faultless mother. You judge very easily and are bothered by minor things. You don’t have to fix everyone and everything. You need a tougher skin. Youre so busy fixing everyone else that you are left in shambles. If you are dating an “I can fix him/her/them” really ask yourself if you love them or the idea of fixing them.
Libra♎: form an opinion. Don’t roll over when people belittle you. Defend yourself. Get mad be angry be fierce. You are so eager to please it annoys everyone. Stop stealing from others personality to fit in. Find your own identity and never change it for others. Also have some integrity and dignity to admit mistakes instead of flirting your way out of blame then maybe People might respect you more.
Scorpio♏: you have vanity issues. You can be very selfish and vain yet at the same time you harbor a toxic sense of insecurity. Learn to be humble and charitable and maybe you will start to see your true self more than the makeup you use to mask the incomplete self you hate.
Sagittarius♐: you need to relax. Holy hell you need to relax. And by relax I mean the “I’m comfortable in my own skin” relaxed. Your so concerned with feeling embarrassed and what others think of you that you never get to be you. Go nuts dude
Capricorn♑: hey buddy can you stop playing cop please. Everyone does things for a reason. Your intuition isn’t always right. Wait before you call someone stupid and your behind the back snarky judging is kinda ruthless, try being at least a little empathetic.
Aquarius♒: you don’t have to impress everyone. You don’t have to be the best at everything all the time. You just need to learn to be. Every now and then just find a spot devoid of people and just sit. Think about life, not what to do with it, just life. Take in the real world, not the one you make in your head.
Pieces♓: you aren’t innocent. You have the capacity to break. Either break into sad pieces or break into wrath. Pay attention to what’s going on. You get distracted easily and sometimes lash out and hurt people because of it. Work on your focus.
I know we always focus on all the good things about signs but we gotta look at our faults too.
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,528
fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)
A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)
i hope you all enjoyed it, and don’t hate the ending i chose~~
“No one fucks with my girl,” Jimin’s hands were strong on your hips as he swayed with you on the dancefloor, and happily you leant your head against his chest. But he didn’t smell like his usual cologne; his fingers were digging into your hips in a way you had never felt him do and with a sense of unease, you looked up to find it wasn’t Jimin.
You knees felt weak, you plucked your hands off his shoulders with a jolt before placing them on his chest as you tried to move away, but the man misunderstood your intentions as he chuckled, grinding against you and you felt a shudder run up your spine.
The house the party was being held in was becoming too hot, you felt like you were going to be sick as his hands continued to grip into your hips until suddenly they were gone, your body was tugged away from the man’s and quickly you began to fight off the new challenger, “Don’t fucking touch her like that.”
The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)
“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.
Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.
“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend.
What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up
at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk
forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”
sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At
those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down
next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’
it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically
designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which
is Andrew, in your case.”
Love. He lets the word wash
over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too
overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean
anything to him. He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he
and Andrew have and yet—
“Mind if we join you?” he questioned. You could see the look in Calum’s eyes and knew what was happening. He was jealous. The type of jealous that made you question just exactly where the two of you stood in your “relationship.”
Before either you or Eric could respond Calum was sliding into the booth along with his friends. As a result, you were smushed between Eric and Calum while Calum was between you and Ria. “What are you doing here?” you asked Calum. To everyone else your words sounded like an innocent question, but to Calum he could clearly hear the waver in your voice and a hint of annoyance. You could see the smirk on Calum’s face begin to grow.
“We just stopped by to grab some food. You know I think I saw you at the party, Y/N I could have sworn I overheard you saying you weren’t coming tonight,” Calum said. For a split second you could see Calum glower at you. His jaw had clenched and he looked down at you with raised eyebrows.
“Y/N decided last minute that she wanted to come,” Eric answered for you. He looked at Calum with the same expression the Maori boy was giving and you could feel his hand pull you into him even more. Calum had noticed the action too and his clenched jaw grew even more.
“Hi I’m Ria. I don’t think we’ve properly met,” Calum’s girlfriend interjected, breaking the tension that was in the air. She had peered over Calum’s shoulder and sent you a beaming smile. You studied the girl curiously taking in her dyed blue hair and piercing brown eyes. “I’m guessing you all have class together?” she commented, resting her chin on Calum’s shoulder. You were stunned. Ria’s friendliness taking you aback for a minute. The two of you had crossed paths before, but had never actually spoken to one another. From looking at her now you could tell Ria had not the slightest clue what was going on. She only assumed what Calum must have told her that they were going to grab something to eat.
“I’m Eric,” the boy beside you spoke up, reaching the hand that wasn’t wrapped around you to shake Ria’s hand.
“Y/N,” you smiled, feeling guilty at the fact that you were fucking this girl’s boyfriend and she had no idea. You had always wondered what it would be like to meet Ria; thinking she would be the nastiest person ever or some stuck up bitch. Instead you were met with the opposite. This girl seemed sweet and from the looks of it she was so in love with Calum. It made you sick to your stomach at the fact that you were hurting her.
“You two look like a couple. Am I right?” she asked. You could feel Calum stiffen up beside you and broken sentences began to leave your lips as Calum stared at you curiously.
“Uh no-we’re-uh,” you muttered not sure what to say.
“We haven’t gotten that far yet,” Eric laughed making an uneasy smile come across your face. Calum was scowling now and you swallowed hard. This must have been what Eric wanted to admit. That he had feelings for you and wanted to take you out on a date.
“Are we going to eat or what!?!” one of Calum’s friends whined. Michael, you mentally reminded yourself. Calum’s group nodded in agreement and before you knew it they had gone off to grab food.
“Excuse me I have to use the restroom,” you muttered, slipping past Eric quickly and making a dash for the bathroom. You felt terrible and your fingers tightly gripped onto the porcelain sink as you dry heaved into it. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your breath became ragged. “What are you doing?” you muttered to yourself. Your head lifted and you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes closed and you sucked in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. You then turned on the faucet and began to dab cold water on your face to cool your skin. Ria didn’t deserve any of this. She didn’t deserve to have Calum cheating on her. After finally meeting the girl you realized all of this was wrong. Your feelings for Calum went beyond sexual intimacy which made you feel even more guilty. After a few minutes you left the bathroom only to run into Calum.
“So you and Eric huh?” Calum questioned, leaning against the opposite wall and staring at your with dark eyes. You rolled your eyes at his words and crossed your arms over your chest.
“So you’re all of a sudden jealous?” you scoffed, “Go back to your girlfriend, Cal and let me enjoy my night.” You tried to walk past him, but Calum was quick to grab your arm and pulled you back into him.
“I thought I made it clear that you weren’t coming to the party tonight and yet when I look across the room what do I see? You grinding up against pretty boy back there,” Calum hissed. You bit onto your bottom lip and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You weren’t sure if Calum was angry that you had gone to the party, or that you were flirting with Eric, or both. “I’m telling you now that I’m not one to share, so whatever the fuck you have going on with him you need to end it,” Calum demanded. You looked at him in surprise and you could feel your anger boiling.
“You’re not one to share!” you exclaimed, immediately being shushed by Calum. You accusingly pointed your finger at him. “You’re such a hypocrite. You’re not one to share, but I’m the one sharing you, Calum!” You pushed at his chest in anger the minute he took a step towards you. “How could you? How can cheat on Ria? Sit there next to her all while you’re secretly screwing me in the backseat of your car?” you questioned. Calum stared at you in shock. “You wanted me to stay in my lane and so I did. Not once did I approach you at the party, but all of a sudden you get jealous and follow me out just to ruin things.” You caught your breath, chest heaving up and down at your small rant.
“You done?” Calum questioned, looking at you with a bored expression. Your mouth clamped shut and you could feel your skin become hot. Calum peered out the hall and his eyes landed to where the group was. Everyone had gotten back to the table with their respective food. They were all to engrossed in conversation to notice that you and Calum were gone. “I’m not the only one in the wrong here, Y/N. You knew from the jump that I had a girlfriend. You enjoyed sleeping with me as much as I enjoyed sleeping with you, so don’t go around pointing the blame at me when you’re the one at fault too,” he said in a low menacing voice. Calum licked his lips and he inched closer to you until he was towering over you, but also looking down at you. You swallowed hard and just like earlier that day your breath was sucked out of you. “Just because you went against what I said I’ll be stopping by your place at three to remind you who’s in charge. This is the last time I’m telling you…I don’t share, so end things with Eric.” With that said he left to head back to the group and seconds later you rejoined them. Your happy mood deflated as everyone sat eating and Calum spent the rest of the time making out with Ria.
“You and Calum are what!?!” Eric questioned, mouth parting in surprise. His mouth quickly closed when he felt the food almost fall out. You quickly glanced at your surrounding to make sure no one was eavesdropping on your conversation. Talking in the dining hall resulted in everyone knowing your business whether you wanted them to know or not.
“We’re sleeping with each other,” you repeated, nose scrunching up in fear of what Eric might say. You flicked your fork about in the pasta you had been eating and avoided Eric’s gaze. He swallowed the food in his mouth and then cleared his throat.
“Why are you telling me this?” he asked, shifting in his spot at how awkward the air between you two had become. Eric’s feelings for you was clearly known by now and hearing that the girl he was currently seeing was also having sex with someone else wasn’t something he wanted to know. He wasn’t expecting your lunch date to turn into this discussion at all.
“Because I really like you and I thought you should know because I’m such a terrible person for sleeping with a guy that has a girlfriend,” you explained. It was true, in your mind you were the worst person ever for possibly ruining a relationship. Ever since the party you and Eric had been spending a lot of time together. You had even gone on a few dates to Calum’s dismay and throughout the whole thing you were still seeing Calum.
“You’re not a terrible person, Y/N,” Eric reassured, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze. He let out a deep sigh and asked the question that was nagging at the back of his brain. “So what you’re telling me is that you’re a side chick?” Eric hesitantly asked in shock, he slumped back into his spot. When you said you had something to tell him, well Eric wasn’t expecting to hear this. You quietly nodded and was suddenly aware at how much he was staring at you.
“It’s not something I’m proud of okay? I feel bad because after meeting Ria and seeing how nice she is…god I’m so stupid for getting myself into this mess,” you sighed, chewing frantically at your bottom lip. This wasn’t fair to Eric or Ria.
“Then why not end it? Clearly you feel second to Ria, so you shouldn’t feel like that with someone you’re dating,” Eric explained. He somehow caught on to the fact that you must have had some type of feelings for Calum. Otherwise you would have ended things sooner.
“Calum told me to end things with you. He doesn’t like to share,” you said. Erick blinked back in surprise. You eyebrows rose in a ‘yeah I know’ type of way and you continued to poke at your food. Eric rolled his eyes.
“What does he mean “he doesn’t want to share” that’s a bunch of bullshit. Y/N you should be with someone that doesn’t hide you away from the world. Someone that wouldn’t cheat on their girlfriend,” Eric said, he squeezed your hand again. You could already tell what Eric’s next words were going to be, but Eric wasn’t the one to say it.
“Someone like you I’m guessing?” the all too familiar voice butted in. Eric’s face contorted into a scowl and he turned in his spot to face Calum.
“Always a pleasure, Hood,” Eric said. You could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “But yeah now that you mention it Y/N should be with someone like me,” Eric stated. You could see Calum’s hand ball up into a fist and the vein on his neck only seemed to pulsate as his anger grew. “At least she would know she was number one in my life. Unlike you,” Eric said, staring Calum down. You were lost for words. Even if you and Calum weren’t in a relationship you knew just how possessive he became. In Calum’s mind you were his even if you were just his side piece. You could feel the tension get thick and it must have been felt around the area too. Almost everyone that was close by was staring at the three of you. Overhearing everything that was being said.
“What makes you think she would want to be yours?” Calum taunted, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “You don’t know Y/N like I do, so I suggest you back up off my girl before we have a problem,” he said. Eric smirked at Calum’s words and scratched at his cheek in amusement. Eric looked at you then back to Calum and then back to you again. To both yours and Calum’s surprise Eric’s head dipped down to give you a quick, but passionate kiss.
Calum so far hadn’t made a move, but Eric decided to take things one step further. Getting up from his spot and getting in Calum’s personal space. “I don’t think she’s yours, but you know I wonder what Ria would think about your little affair with Y/N?” Eric’s words came out as a threat. “You know I think I see her coming into the cafeteria now,” Eric stated. Calum didn’t even hear Eric’s last words. Eric had already pushed Calum’s buttons enough by kissing you and he tipped the scale even more by threatening to expose him as a cheater. Calum’s fist flew up and collided with Eric’s jaw. You let out a small yelp and reared back as Eric stumbled for a second then took a swing at Calum too. Not too long after the two were fighting right there in front of everyone. Eric sent a punch to Calum’s stomach making him double over in pain for a minute before he sucker punched Eric in the eye.
“STOP IT!” you yelled, not wanting to jump between the two in fear of getting caught in the crossfire of their punches. They were on the ground now and you watched in horror as Eric tackled Calum down into a chokehold. “Holy fuck,” you gasped, your hands flying up to grip at your hair. Calum jabbed his elbow into Eric’s stomach and Eric grunted, hiis hold on Calum releasing. Calum gasped for air, but was quick to get back to fighting.
“CALUM!” Ria shouted now joining you to watch the two boys go at it. Calum’s attention was taken off of the other guy at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. Ria was looking at him in surprise not sure why he was fighting Eric. At that moment Eric pinned Calum down to the ground and overpowered him. You had remembered Eric telling you he was on the wrestling team for the college.
“Tell her!” Eric demanded making Calum face Ria. You shook your head no. This was the opposite of what you wanted. Calum spat out blood and glared at Eric’s words. “If you don’t I will,” Eric threatened. Though he didn’t have a chance to fulfill his threat, Calum’s group of friends pushing through the crowd and pulling Eric off their friend.
“Break it up!” Luke yelled, pushing Eric in your direction and flinging Calum towards Ashton and Michael. “You don’t do this shit on school grounds man!” Luke yelled, slapping Calum upside the head. Calum wiped blood from his mouth and glanced towards you. You were too busy trying to make sure if Eric was okay to notice his longing look. But Ria noticed it, her attention shifting between you and Calum. Out of everyone in the group she didn’t know her boyfriend was cheating on her with you.
“Look I have feelings for you too Y/N and I won’t be second to that asshole, so whatever you have with Calum you need to figure it out and when you do then give me a call when you’ve sorted it out,” Eric said, grabbing the napkins you had given him to wipe his bloody nose. He gave you one last kiss before grabbing his things and leaving. Pushing past Calum and exiting the cafeteria before campus police could show up. You let out a huff and looked at Calum in worry. Your attention was taken off of him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Ria eyeing you nervously.
“I couldn’t help but overhear what Eric had said to you, but answer my question honestly,” she slowly said. Her words had reached Calum’s ears, who wasn’t standing that far away from the two of you, and his eyes widened in horror. Clearly Ria had put two and two together, though she had some suspicion about Calum cheating this fight only seemed to heighten it. Now she was going to the source wanting to hear from your mouth that you were in fact having sex with her boyfriend. “Are you sleeping with my boyfriend?” she questioned.
Requested by @sexy-bookworm-fangirl:
Being Sherlock’s twin sister (basically the kinder and more sassy version of him), and Moriarty falls hard for Reader. Like, his breath is quick, he can’t think, and he stutters around Reader. Reader falls for him, and Sherlock, John, Mycroft, and Lestrade (your boss/bestest friend in the world) get protective of Reader
Pairing: Jim Moriarty x reader
Word count: 1,968
Warnings: First time writing Moriarty (it is indeed a warning).
A/N: Ugh, don’t be so rough on me, I’ve never written him before…
family, a family of six strange individuals with very unique characteristics
each. The father, who could be considered the most normal one and a true
romantic; the mother, who was a math genius before becoming the mother of four
little freaks: Mycroft, Eurus, Sherlock and (Y/N).
a brain just like his mother, and at his adult age he was the British
government on his own. Eurus was the psychopath one, presumably dead by then.
Sherlock was a scientist, a philosopher even, and the world’s only consultant
detective while his twin sister, (Y/N), worked as forensic investigation along
with Greg Lestrade.
couldn’t be prouder of his twin sister, because “someone needed to show the
British police how to do it properly”. Meanwhile, Mycroft was a little reluctant
about her choice of career because it was quite dangerous. But the Holmes Twins
loved danger and were too stubborn to change their minds once they got an idea
inside their heads.
known that once they got together, there was not a single case that could be
left unsolved – except for the unsolved ones, but they refused fervently to
talk about those – and so they got involved in all kinds of trouble together.
She was the
only one Sherlock actually gave credit too. Mostly because they were basically
the same and denying her cleverness would be equal to denying his own
cleverness, but also because she was his best friend, companion, partner in
crime, and every other brotherly-term one can come up with.
Jamilton? For the ask thing. Thanks! & @daremeidareyou said: Jamilton
Who said “I love you” first: Thomas says it first on accident. It was basically a slip of the tonuge. He had known he loved Alex for a while but would never admit that. It was basically giving Alex ammunition to fuck with him. But Alex made him coffee one morning and it was actually terrible (it was bitter and exactly how Thomas thought Alex took his coffee) but Thomas had just woken up even though Alex had apparently been up for hours. So he just accepted the coffee with a quick peck on the lips and it felt so easy and domestic it only seemed natural to follow it up with an ‘I love you’.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Thomas has a picure of Alex as his backgroud. The picture is of Alex somehow managing to balance on a horse and writing on his laptop. Thomas is constantly amazing by Alex’s ability to literally never take a break. Even while on vacation. Alex doesn’t have a picture of Thomas as his background but that’s only to annoy Thomas. Also because he loves the pic of his and the squad that is his background.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: They both do. Alex leaves morning notes for when he rushed out the house early. His notes consist of ‘Have a good day, dickhead.’ and ‘Remember not to be an asshole.’. Thomas leaves notes for Alex at night. Sometimes Alex gets home late from work and Thomas isn’t always in the mood to wait up for him. So he takes a shower and leaves a note in the mirror before he goes to bed like ‘Make sure that you’ve eaten today.’ and ‘Take a shower before you climb in bed next to me, you little gremlin fuck.’
Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Thomas is a rich trust fund baby that blows his money on the most unneccessary things. He buys Alex really random things like a typewriter and a quill with authentic parchment. Then he buys them matching rings that say ‘To Infinity’ & ‘And Beyond’ which is almost too cheesy for Alex but he also loves it.
Who initiated the first kiss: Alex does. They aren’t dating yet and have yet to even admit their feelings for each other but one day they’re debating. Not arguing, which is weird, but just talking out an issue they disagree on. Maybe it’s because they’re both too tired to fight or neither can rationalize a reason to argue that day but they are getting along. They have an entire conversation and it’s intellectually stimulating without raising either man’s blood pressure. Then on their way out Thomas kinda stumbles into Alex and Alex nearly topples over but they somehow manage to stay upright. They do end up almost tangled together and their faces are very close to together so Alex just closes the distance and Thomas starts kissing back and they don’t stop till they pass what’s considered acceptable in public.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Alex kisses Thomas awake. Thomas hates it and loves it. He really can’t get enough of waking up with Alex in his arms, kissing him awake, being surrounded by him but he does not appreciate being woken before the sun comes up and having to feel the warmth of Alex’s body leave his arms.
Who starts tickle fights: Thomas does when he wants to distract Alex. Like sometimes Alex is sulking on the couch and Thomas doesn’t like seeing him sad so he starts to tickle him until he starts laughing out loud. Or during a thunder storm when Alex is not scared but upset and Thomas just goes in to tickle him. Alex comes to expect the tickling when he’s feeling down and can almost be cheered up at the thought of it.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Alex doesn’t ask, he just joins Thomas in the shower. This is on the weekends when neither have to go to work and they can actually spend time together outside of a professional setting. Thomas doesn’t mind. He prefers not to waste the water and Alex contends that they’re saving water taking a shower together but Thomas insist they spend more time in it together than they do apart.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Thomas has to drag Alex to lunch in the middle of a work day. Thomas knows that Alex will not eat unless reminded and even when remided he will forgo eating in order to work.
Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Neither is shy but both are nervous. Thomas and Alex don’t know why they’re even on a date or where they are going. They had a one-night stand which led to a conversation which led Thomas to asking Alex out on a date. Thomas took Alex to a fancy french restaraunt. It starts off awkward until Alex brings up an upcoming vote in congress and neither can give up a good debate and they spend most of the dinner discussing various things they disagree on and finding things they do agree on.
Who kills/takes out the spiders: Alex kills all the spiders because Thomas is unabashidly afraid of them. Thomas yells for his ex-military, silver star holding boyfriend to come kill the spider and Alex is fine with killing them but it is annoying to have to get up from his desk to kill them,
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Alex is a rowdy drunk and hangs off Thomas just ranting about how much he loves Thomas and even though he talks a lot of shit about Thomas, he’s like the best boyfriend ever?? And how lucky he is to have Thomas??? Thomas records this.
The first time you met Daveed, you walked right into his chest.
You were running late to work, rushing through busy streets and trying to send your boss an email when suddenly you walked straight into a solid chest.
You almost fell on your ass, but a hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your arm.
“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, looking up into the face of possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. “I-I’m running late and, and I was trying to send an email and I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you explain, trying your best to stop rambling.
“No it’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention either,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips.
You took a breath, admiring the way his smile seemed to light up his face.
“Thank you, for catching me.”
“It’s no problem,” He chuckled, a warm sound that caused a smile to grow on your own face. Until you realized that this pause made you even later to work.
“Oh my god! I have to go I’m gonna be late!” You exclaimed.
Summary: BigHit thought it would be a good idea to have someone else be your boyfriend’s girlfriend. As in she walks around him and takes pictures with him for social media but he was all yours when he came home. That’s what you thought until he admits you’re actually the other woman and he’s been in a relationship the entire time you were dating. He’s just now telling you he wants to break up after you tell him you love him for the first time.
The restaurant was filled with people sitting around the two of you. Across the table was the man you’d fallen in love with but he had yet to say anything since you arrived. You watched him face to get a read on him but all you ended up focusing on was the details of the face you loved so much. He long eyelashes became apparent as he just stared down at the table. You focuses changes to look outside the window and across the street you see a sign about a movie night. Your lips curve into a smile and you look back at Taehyung.
“There’s going to be a movie night tonight. We should go together-”
“Y/N, Stop it..” He says with his deep voice.
Your smile begins to fade and you grow quiet.
“I don’t want you to make this harder than It already is. We both know why we’re here….” Taehyung adds.
You look down into your lap, trying to push down the overwhelming feeling to cry.
“I know. I just Don’t believe you.”
He finally looks at you.
“You’re lying when you say you don’t love me. You’re lying when you said you never loved me..You-…..We spent all that time together so don’t tell me that none of it meant nothing to you. I don’t even care if you’re still going to see her! I just want to be with you. Please, Tae.”
He sighs, knowing you wouldn’t just give up.
“I don’t love you. What did we do for the most part?”
You looked up at him, meeting eye to eye. He serious expression was a little intimidating but you had to respond.
“…What are you implying?”
Taehyung stood up from the chair, getting his wallet out of his
back pocket. He paid for your meal.
“Let’s not do this here. Come on, let’s go.”
You grabbed onto his arm, turning him around.
“Just answer me!” You finally cracked.
The whole place got quiet and people turned their heads to see
what was going on. When they took notice of the two of you people started to
recognize Taehyung and they took pictures. You knew this would be bad publicity
for him but nothing else matter to you than the fact that you were going to
lose him. He pulled his arm away from you slowly, leaving the restaurant alone.
You stood there in the middle of the place all by yourself. Before you could
stop yourself you chased after him.
“Wait! Just give me one week!”
He stopped walking on the sidewalk to turn around and look at
You ran over to catch up, looking up at him.
“If you stay with me for a week I’ll make this easy for you. No
strings attached and we can have a clean break-up….Please. I don’t know if I
can just get over you this easily otherwise.”
A look of pity swept across his face and he sighed once
“Fine. One week but Y/N. I love her and one more week with you
isn’t going to change that.”
You nodded. “I know…but can you at least act like you
love me for this last week?”
Taehyung looked down as if he was contemplating it but
eventually agreed. You had him for one more week and it didn’t even bother you
that it would be filled with fake love and meaningless sex. If you got to hold
his hand for just a little bit longer or see him smile at you one more time you
were happy. That in itself was sad but you were blinded from the stupidity of
it. The two of you went your separate ways home and you found yourself in
your bed checking twitter. Not to your surprise were pictures of you two at the
restaurant from earlier and people wondering who you were. You sighed knowing
this would cause slight drama for him but also felt he deserved it. You kept
replying the memories of you two that you cherished. You refused to believe
that he was using you for sex when he was always so sweet to you. Afterwards he’d
turn on the TV for the both of you and cuddle you until you fell asleep. The
night he thought you’d fallen asleep he kissed your head and whispered
something you knew was a lie.
“I love you…what bullshit…” You
mumbled to yourself.
Then you started to think
about all the times he invited you over with the boys and how well you all got
along. He’d sneak up behind you and scare you, making you both laugh. The
thought of him laughing back then feels so strange now. Why would he try so
hard to just hide the fact he never loved you? What did that girl have that you
didn’t? She never once interacted with the other boys, unlike you. From the
one time you met her she was high maintained and awfully stuck up. You couldn’t
help but wonder why someone as sweet-well who you thought was sweet, would end
up with someone like her. You reached for your phone off the night stand, dialing
the number and placing the phone up to your ear. You took a deep breath.
“Hey Jimin…are you busy?”
“Y/N I don’t think I should
be talking to you right now.” He stated, sounding sorry for you.
“P-please, just wait. I wanna
know what I did wrong and I know for a fact he won’t talk to me about this. If
you don’t know anything it’s okay…”
Jimin sighed. “It’s really
not what you think and it’s not my call to talk about this.”
“Did he really never love me?”
Jimin grew silent on the
“I think it’s best if you
just let him go. He can make his own decisions and he made it clear to us what
he chose. I’m really sorry. Things will get better, okay?”
“No, I get it. Thanks
anyways.” Your voice was starting to shake.
As you hung up the phone you
realized you couldn’t hold it back any longer, sobbing into your pillow. It
felt like a huge weight had been lifted when you finally ended up crying but
you also felt weak. Normally you wouldn’t be so hung up on a guy who cheated on
you but technically he was cheating on someone else with you. A text notification
went off, penetrating your train of thought. You wiped your eyes, checking to
see who it was.
“I’m coming over soon so be ready.”
You sat there trying to
figure out what he was talking about until you remembered what you had said
earlier about the movie night. You jumped up and rushed to get ready before he
showed up. If you had one week left you were going to make the most of it.
The battle was won, Erebor reclaimed, and thanks
to the amazing healing power of the elves, everyone got out with their
lives. Sure, Thorin had to use a cane to
walk and Fili had some back problems now, but they were alive, and that was all
It is what brought the company to this day. It was about a week before the big
celebration. They were going to call it “Thorin’s
Day”, to honor the bravery of their new king as he faced the dragon and
reclaimed his kingdom. Many argued, and
by many you mean Nori and you, jokingly, that it should be named “The Company’s
Day” but it didn’t have the same ring to it.
Planning and preparations were in full swing, the
food being planned, wine and ale purchased, the now golden floored hall being
decorated, it was a site to see. Now
that the other dwarves had returned, life was bustling once again in Erebor, it
was great to see the carefree smiles that no longer held worries of dragons and
death, but instead were optimistic of the future.
summary: reader and bucky are neighbors and best friends. after yet another bad date, reader comes home to find bucky with his typical weekend target. they decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
summary: steve rogers and bucky barnes were known to be your soldiers across the hall. whenever you needed them, they were there. it never crossed your mind that one day, after coming to terms with just how inexperienced bucky was with getting back in the groove of romance - you find yourself now helping him in a way you never expected. sex.
summary: you and bucky were destined for each other, and everyone seemed to know it but you. the day you met bucky barnes, you grew closer with your platonic relationship - that is until one night in the heart of new york, things change. while weeks pass of denying anything could ever happen between the two of you, you realize that unconventional love is the best of all.
summary: bucky barnes was someone you never thought that could lead you to danger after your sex filled summer - it led to only that. after months of playing between the sheets, you were suddenly in the line of work you never expected to be - part of the avengers. with the help of the team, you learn to transform into something else. someone else.
summary: after being rejected by your best friend bucky, sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. the date doesn’t go well. as you begin to look for love in other places, bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. jealous.
summary: when the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. after a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?
Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:
Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 2,763
A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.
ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the
surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing,
ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s
how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her
nose was blocked.
ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even
going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull
every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye
orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.
ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost
as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it
was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to
carry the black berry around for a whole day.
coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing
research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between
all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.
To be a
Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was
sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have
red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to
avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t
complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.
their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s
bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John
returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock
the information they had gotten.
terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.
Prompt: Hi! I love your writing so much and I was wondering if you could do a request :D could you do like the reader is really closed off and she always wear black and wears a beanie all the time just like jughead, and she’s like super sarcastic so one day jughead comes up to talk to her and follows her around all day ? SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG
A/N: I switched it up a bit so the reader is a bit newer to riverdale! (Sorry if it sucked.I’m writing it at 4am with no sleeping) Hope you enjoy it. Requests are welcome (ALSO THANKS TO MY BBY FOR READING THE BEGINNING FOR ME <3 ILY @jugheadneedsahome )
Jughead wasn’t one to chase after girls or even glance. He simply had his laptop and unless the girl had food with her, he wasn’t interested.
That was until she came to the school.
He didn’t notice her at first. Of course he didn’t. He had his face glued to his laptop.
It was Ronnie that pointed her out during lunch a few weeks after she started.
(Y/n) were more of a loner than he was. She didn’t want to make friends and gave a glare or snarky remark to anyone who tried.
People started to notice that she wore similar clothes everyday. It was always some combo of black jeans, tight black tee with some sort of leather jacket, and her hair controlled with her beloved beanie.
“She’s literally just like you, Jug!” He just looks up in confusion.
“Who are you talking about?”
The group roll their eyes at him and point to a lonely girl sitting at a table, buried in a book.
He glances over and almost falls off the bench. Woah. He didn’t think he’s ever seen a girl as pretty as her. How did he not notice her?
“Juggie?” Betty raises her brow at him.
“She’s pretty.” the words escape his mouth before he even registered them.
The whole group froze and Jug turned to look at them.
“Did I just say that out loud?” His face turning a faint pink.
“Oh my god. Yes.” V all but squeals. “I ship it.”
Arch gestures to the girl in black. “Dude, Go say hi.”
He shakes his head quickly. “Nope. Not happening. We’re all going to pretend that most definitely did not come out of my mouth.” with that, grabs his laptop and leaves.
You were at your locker, looking for your Biology book when he walks up to you.
“Hi.” You glance at the boy with a beanie crowned on his head. It was similar to the one on your head.
“Can I help you?” You try not to wince. You always seem to sound rude without helping it.
Instead of giving the reaction most people do, he just gives a half smirk and nods his head.
“Jughead Jones the third. You?” You were a bit shocked that he didn’t seem fazed by your rude exterior.
“(Y/n).” You pull out the book you were looking for and slam your locker shut.
You turn to the boy and give him a two fingered salute. “Well Jugster. Nice to meet you but I must get going.”
He just shrugs and walks next to you to your next class, not saying a word.
It was free period when you managed to lose him. Jughead. He’s been following you around all day and every time you threw a sarcastic comment that most people would find rude, he’d just laugh and say something even more witty back.
You didn’t know what to think.
You weren’t one for friends. Hell, People never had the same sense of humor as you did so you never tried.
But Jughead. He was different.
He liked the comments you made in Biology.
He liked the snide remark you through at the Queen Ginger.
You sigh and close the book, unable to focus now.
A body plops down beside you.
“You know people will start thinking things if you keep this up.” You move your head to see Jughead grinning at you.
“Don’t worry what people think. They don’t do it very often.” He replies and you let out a laugh.
“Why do you keep following me around like a puppy, Jugster?” You decide to just ask the poor boy.
“I want to get to know you. Is that a crime?” He shrugs.
“Stupidity is not a crime so you’re free to go.” He just laughs and rolls his eyes.
“Keep rolling your eyes and maybe you’ll find a brain back there.” Before you could say anything else, he interrupts you.
“Have you ever been to Pop’s?” You raise a brow to the blushing boy.
“I’ve been a few times, Jugster. Haven’t tried his burgers yet though.”
He sends you a smile and asks, “Go to Pop’s with me?”
“Are you asking me out, Jugster? It’s only been a day.” Dating wasn’t something you were used to, but you had to admit he was definitely your type.
“Yeah. Let’s go for burgers and milkshakes.” His eyes meet yours and you find yourself nodding.
~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡
The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.
I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.
It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.
I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.
"I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“
I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.
"My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.
"Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.
"Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.
Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.
I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.
Do you still wanna talk?
My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.
I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.
“Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.
The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.
I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.
I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.
“(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”
Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”
His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.
“You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”
I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.
“I like you.”
I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”
“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”
I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.
“Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.
“I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”
“Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”
He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”
“So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”
“Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”
“Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.
“Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”
Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.
“How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”
I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.
“You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”
Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.
“Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.
“No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”
He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.
“Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.
“You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”
Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.
“I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”
There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.
Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.
He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.
His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”
His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.
I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.
“Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.
“Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.
I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.
“Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.
“I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.
“Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.
“I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”
I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”
He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.
My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.
“I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.
I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.
Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.
“Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”
He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.
“Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.
My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.
My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.
“Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.
“You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.
The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.
But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.
Hanahaki Disease (with some tweaking of the rules, shh)
Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.
He would’ve answered his co-counselor, but his mouth was … occupied.
“Christ, David, why didn’t you tell me?” Gwen’s hands landed on his shoulders, trying to pull him back, but he wrapped his arms around the bathroom wastebasket he was hunched over and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut against another attack of coughing.
Hanahaki Disease was poetic, in theory. The curse of the lovestruck. In movies and art it was almost elegant, brilliant red rose petals falling like rain with each cough. A good Hanahaki scene was enough to get David sobbing like a baby because it was tragic, so very sad, but so so beautiful.
Of course, art didn’t usually take into account the fact that lungs were wet, and so were throats and mouths and rose petals that clumped together in leaden dense globs that sat heavy in his chest and stuck along the sides of his throat and mouth. By the time it looked like the movies, a beautiful torrent of red that fell like a dry waterfall with each breath, dry because there were so many that the ones that made it out were protected from the dampness by layers upon layers of other petals, it was often too late.
So really, David should feel quite lucky that this disease was so disgusting, this hacking and retching, a tickle in the throat and spasm in his lungs and waves of pain that scraped his throat raw and left him feeling lightheaded and nauseous. Because if it had progressed to the stage of being beautiful, he might already be suffocating.
He believed in looking on the bright side.
Once the coughing fit subsided he rested his head on the rim of the wire garbage can, looking down at the damp scarlet that half-filled it. “I’m … I’m okay,” he said, wincing as the words felt like fingernails along his damaged windpipe. “I just need a minute.”
Her grip on his shoulders had loosened, but never let go. “How long?”
“Three days ago.” While the campers had found out pretty quickly about the end of his relationship with Bonquisha, he’d done his best to keep it a secret from Gwen. She didn’t need something else to worry about, after all, and he’d been certain that everything would be fine.
When that evening he’d cleared his throat and a limp rose petal had fallen into his palm, he’d been a little less certain. And by the time he couldn’t hide it anymore that certainty had shrunk to a faint, quavering hope.
“Jesus.” She squeezed his shoulder gently, and for a second he thought she was going to comfort him. “Why the fuck haven’t you gone to the doctor yet?”
David shrugged. The truth was, he didn’t want to have to admit what’d happened. His plan was more or less to pretend he’d never dated BonBon and ride this whole thing out.
He coughed again, a bone-jarring wheeze that left him shaking and breathless.
Gwen sighed. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” A few seconds later she knelt down by his side again, taking his hand in hers and tapping an orange pill bottle against his palm. “If you won’t get a prescription, just take mine. It should last you a couple days at least.”
He turned the bottle over, reading the label with blurry eyes. “Suppressors?” he asked, glancing up at her. “Why do you have these?”
“Got dumped right before the summer. Didn’t last long, so I never brought it up.”
“Well, gosh, thank you. But I don’t know if I should —”
“Either take them or I’m just gonna throw ’em out, David.”
anon said : haechan fluff where he’s on the baseball team and like he catches a ball that was about to hit you with his bare hands and you have to help him around for the week until his hand heals and at the end he like ?? confesses to you ?? :> I just really need some haechan fluff pls
Summary: After hurting his hand to save you from a baseball flying directly at your head, Haechan finds numerous excuses to spend time with you so that you can quote-unquote “make it up to him”…
Warnings: A disgusting amount of fluff bc I love Haechan and listened to “My First and Last” while I was writing this…
Word Count: 3.6k+
There were definite pros and cons to being part of the yearbook club. A pro would be that you were given the opportunity to take photos. Taking photos may very well have been your favorite thing to do. A con would be that you had to take photos of the baseball team… including the team’s heartthrob.
requested by anon ;Can you write one where you are on a double date with Clay and Hannah,
your date is Jeff. Originally you went so it wouldn’t be awkward for anyone as
it is their first date together but turns out it was also a real date too
between Jeff and you, which you don’t find out till later on when Clay says I
told you this double date would help all of us.
You still couldn’t believe you let Hannah talk you in to this. A double
date never goes well, that’s basic knowledge for everybody who watches way too
many shows and teen drama’s.
‘Why was this a good idea again?’ You ask Hannah, while you look how she runs
her hand through her short hair, her eyes focused on her reflection in the
‘Because you’re helping me out, [Y/N]. I don’t want to mess things up with
Clay, and with you there, it will be so less awkward.’ Hannah turned around,
smiling at you.
‘Hannah, I’m pretty sure Clay likes you anyway. He did confess that, right? You
told me about, twenty times.’ You chuckled.
‘I know, but still. Besides, Clay is bringing along a friend, it will be loads
‘For you two, yeah, still not sure which friend of Clay you’re referring to.’
You had been doubtful about your ‘date’, not sure who to expect. With Clay, you
never really knew. However, since he had told Hannah how much he liked her,
Hannah had been looking happier. She smiled again, made jokes and messed around
with you. It was nice to see her like that again.
‘Don’t worry about it, [Y/N], I’m sure it won’t be that bad,’ Hannah grinned. ‘Besides,
you’re doing this for me, so don’t you dare to be too focused on your date.’
She gave you a cheeky wink and then took her phone that buzzed loudly from the
table. ‘They’re almost here!’ She announced happily.
‘C’mon, I promise you won’t regret it. Have I told you you’re literally the
‘Not nearly enough,’ you laughed, ‘but c’mon, let’s go downstairs.’
Just when you got down the stairs, the doorbell rang, announcing Clay’s and
your dates arrival.
Hannah immediately opened up the door, greeting Clay with giving him a hug. A
bit hidden behind Clay, you saw your company for the night. And, it actually
wasn’t too bad. Fuck that, you were suddenly glad Clay was friends with him.
Jeff’s dark hair was in its usual quiff, his bright white teeth nervously
tugging at his bottom lip and his hands pushed into the pockets of his black
jeans. He was wearing a grey long sleeved shirt, with three buttons on the top
of the shirt, that he hadn’t bothered to button up.
‘Oh, [Y/N], you know Jeff, right?’ Hannah ginned, turning around towards you.
She looked very happy with herself, as did Clay. You kinda hated the smug smile
on their faces, but couldn’t help but be happy with Jeff standing there.
‘Yeah, hi.’ You smiled, waving a bit awkwardly. Maybe the awkwardness wouldn’t be between Hannah and Clay, but between
Jeff and you.
‘Hi, [Y/N].’ Jeff smiled back, pulling his hands out of his jeans pockets.
‘So, you two ready to go? We could go to the movies, and then go to the diner
to have a milkshake or something?’ Clay suggested.
‘Sounds great!’ Hannah smiled, and you nodded along.
Apparently Jeff was driving, so you were forced to site in the passenger seat
next to him, while Hannah and Clay sat in the backseat. The whole drive they
were so caught up in their conversation that they barely noticed Jeff and you.
‘They seem pretty close,’ Jeff joked, looking at you and then glancing at the
‘They do, huh. Makes you wonder why they even want to go on a double date,’ you
‘Yeah,’ Jeff said, focusing on the road. ‘So, eh, what kinda movie do you want
‘I don’t really have a preference. I like all kinds of movies. As long as it
isn’t too romantic, because I’m not sure we’ll survive that with those two with
us,’ you joked, pointing towards the backseat.
‘I can only agree with you,’ Jeff grinned. ‘Good thing I picked out a movie.
Not sure what it is about, I just went with it because I liked the title.’
‘And what is the title?’
‘Don’t remember.’ Jeff confessed, a sheepish smile on his lips, making you
laugh out loud.
‘What did I sign up for?’ You said, still laughing.
Turned out you signed up for a night full of laughs with Jeff, about how
Hannah and Clay would get stuck together at one point, and how they would have
to be together forever. It had actually been a while that you had so much fun,
and it did surprise you. Sure, Jeff was pretty nice to look at, but you never
knew he was actually a fun guy too. You two had a lot in common, more then you
You barely even noticed the meaningful glances Hannah gave Jeff and you. The
movie had been absolutely amazing. Jeff did have a good taste in movies.
Now, the four of you were sitting in the diner, enjoying a milkshake while Jeff
and you shared a plate of fries. You still were kinda hungry, but didn’t want
to admit it. Jeff did notice it anyway, and ordered himself a plate of fries, but
ending up sharing it with you. Even though he barely ate any fries. It did warm
your heart a bit.
‘So, Jeff,’ Clay started, grinning at Jeff who was seated on the opposite side
of the booth. You were sitting right beside Jeff. ‘I think you have to thank
‘Yeah, thanks,’ Jeff laughed.
‘Wait, I’m not following,’ you added, confused. This date was all about Hannah
and Clay, wasn’t it?
‘Jeff wanted to ask you out, but was too afraid, so I came up with the idea of
a double date. And I think it worked out pretty good.’ Clay smiled.
You frowned, and looked still confused at Jeff.
‘Is that true?’ You asked him.
‘Eh, yeah.’ Jeff admitted, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his shirt.
‘And I thought this was all about Hannah and Clay being awkward around each
other.’ You said, a bit flabbergasted that you weren’t aware of this set-up
‘Oh, c’mon, have you seen them together?’ Jeff laughed. ‘But hey, doesn’t
matter. You, eh, you’re not mad, right?’
‘Why would I be?’ You smiled. ‘It’s kinda cute.’ You admitted, cheeks starting
to get bright red. You quickly looked at the other side of the booth, but
Hannah and Clay were tangled up in yet another intriguing conversation.
‘How about a walk?’ Jeff proposed. ‘We’ll be back here to give them a ride
home, they won’t even notice we were gone.’ You nodded and slide out of the
booth, waiting for Jeff.
It was quite a dark night, since the moon was hidden behind the clouds. Luckily
it hadn’t cooled down too much.
‘So, it was all a set-up?’ You started, smiling.
‘Yeah, eh, I guess I’m the awkward one here.’ Jeff laughed. ‘You’re really not
‘Of course I’m not, as long as we get to do this again, without Hannah and
‘That’s a promise.’ Jeff immediately said.
‘Can’t wait.’ You smiled, looking at him.
Turns out that double dates aren’t always trouble and drama.
Title: Making It Up Fandom: American Horror Story Word Count: 810 Characters: James Patrick March x Reader Reader Gender: Female Warnings: A bit NSFW Notes: Based on a hc from @ahsimagines + this scene from The Wolf of Wall Street // Posting for the lovely anon who requested more James ♥
You always tried your best to support James in all his endeavors, and you were more than happy for him that he had finally found someone to continue his work. But you couldn’t hide the fact that you were beginning to grow lonely in his absence. Almost all his time was spent with John now, leaving you either alone, or at the bar with Liz. You told him of your dismay, and he was immediately remorseful, promising you a wonderful, extravagant date night, and that he would be certain to start giving you more attention.
Despite these promises, you found yourself alone at the bar on your date night. You had donned your loveliest dress, did your makeup without a single flaw, and you were convinced that your hair had never looked so fabulous. You quickly realized that it was all for naught, as you drank down your second martini, whilst venting to Liz.