he is so moved by it but still so hurt

be a good girl

A/N: okay, so, i caved and i….. wrote my very first smut….. here you guys go, i hope you enjoy, there’s literally no plot, its just peter smut.

pairing: peter x reader

peter hooked his fingers in your shirt collar and used it to drag you closer. you were wearing a short skirt and his pants were already unzipped, giving him easy access to you.

“how bad do you want it?” he murmured against your neck, dragging his hands down your sides until they rested on your hips. you bit your lip and stayed propped up on his lap, grabbing his shoulders.

“bad,” you replied, almost panting already. just the anticipation was making your mouth water.

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a concept: Victor usually wakes up first in the mornings. So when Yuuri wakes to find Victor cuddled against him, breathing slowly and steadily, it’s a pleasant surprise. He brushes his fingers through Victor’s hair and Victor instinctively moves closer to him, gravitating towards Yuuri’s touch whether conscious or unconscious.

They have to leave soon, so regretfully Yuuri whispers to him in Japanese, trying to wake him. Victor hums, still asleep, and tangles a leg in between both of Yuuri’s. Yuuri kisses his forehead and his chest aches with unconditional love that could reverse the turn of the Earth, that could part the ocean, that could put out the embers of the sun. Five more minutes won’t hurt anyone.

some important looks

I decided to put together what I think are several important klance screencaps, since I have no self control. This list focuses mainly on the individual looks on their faces in regards to each other, rather than the dialogue. (That’s why there aren’t screencaps from every klance moment in the season here, and it’s mostly just one or the other rather than both of them in the same screen. Because there are probably tons of posts about those already.) This season was really difficult for Keith because of Shiro, and I think his responses to Lance, specifically, are pretty clear to notice.

This right after Lance insists that he’s not a goofball, and Keith just has the most fond look on his face. This is the first time in the entire first episode Keith was actually in a good mood, and it’s because he can’t help but smile and even laugh a little because is Lance serious right now?

This is later in the episode, when Lance comforts Keith about leading in the black lion. Keith looks surprised, but he’s actually willing to listen, when he pretty much disregarded what everyone else said.

Lance shoves down his own unhappiness about the black lion not choosing him, reinforcing his beliefs that he’s not good enough, in order to comfort Keith. Because Lance, as Allura said, puts the good of the team over himself.

And then in the third episode, when Keith is beating himself up for not being a good enough leader, Lance casts him this sympathetic/concerned look before trying to get Keith’s signature determination back to where it usually is. It’s also worth mentioning that the only person Keith listened to the advice of was Lance. Just saying.

In episode six, when Lance chooses to come to Keith with his concerns about if he should even pilot a lion anymore, Keith’s response is an immediate “What are you talking about?” But he’s not mad, which is typical for Keith, he looks worried. Worried, and confused that this would even have crossed Lance’s mind.

And then when Lance leaves, clearly still unsure and upset, Keith makes an effort to cheer him up. Complete with this pure smile.

And then the smile that Lance gives in response. Lance was pretty serious the whole time, not mentioning what he wanted but instead talking about what would be for the good of the team. This look that resulted from Keith’s advice is just so,,, grateful and happy,,, I… moving on.

This is after Lance is attacked by Auxia (also in episode 6). Lance manages to catch the shot with his shield, but is still knocked to the ground with the force of it. Keith immediately runs towards Auxia, and he looks pissed. To me, he looks unusually angry even for Keith-while-fighting standards. Because she hurt Lance, and that’s not gonna stand.

And then Lance shoots the knife that Ezor threw at Keith out of the air before it so much at touched him, and Keith stops fighting just to give Lance this look. It’s the adorably fond smile again, in response to Lance’s “I got you, buddy!” He even fails to notice Auxia creeping behind him at first, because Keith is distracted. Because they’re a team, and if I were Keith in that moment, I’d be wondering “how the hell does Lance think he’s not one of the strongest?”

There’s a lot of really important, really good dialogue between Keith and Lancee that I was ecstatic to see this season. But sometimes, what isn’t outright said is just as important.

Guess who got emotionally scarred again by playing the Platinum Demo after finishing FFXV?

Me. I did. I never played the Platinum Demo (nor Episode Duscae, bad move on my part). So when I saw that it was still available, I tried it out.

DON’T DO THIS GUYS. 

Playing as cute baby Noct when you know how his fate turns out is going to HURT. A LOT. 

Especially when you:

- learn that one of Noctis’s most treasured gifts from Regis was a soccer ball that he had always asked for. Then what he just wanted was for his father to play with him. But since Regis is a busy king, he can’t. So Noct would just wait by the Citadel steps every sunset waiting for Regis to come home, but no one shows up. So he just learned to ‘not care’ anymore. (tears)

- You’re led to believe that his ‘safe place’ is the Citadel, Insomnia. But after you fight an Iron Giant, baby Noct’s real ‘safe place’ appears: the REGALIA. It’s because when he’s riding the Regalia, he gets to be with Regis all the time. (then he gets to be with Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis later on) This makes the whole crash at Gralea and Noct saying goodbye to the car all the more painful. (It was already painful to begin with; but knowing this makes it especially tortuous). 

Noctis has been dealt such a shitty hand. Best worst sacrificial lamb ever. He needs a real happy ending! 

TABATA WHY DO YOU MAKE US CRY ALL THE TIME?!

Secret Admirer

Note: I’ve been sick so I haven’t been able to get too many requests done. but I really enjoyed writing this! I do hope you like it! feedback is welcome! thanks for the request, sweetie .c

Request: Bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man :-D

Originally posted by caps-bucky


If one thing about Bucky was for certain: he despises another male giving you attention. He spent years and years believing nobody could ever love him, and he’d be damned if he let another man swoop in and steal you away, the one who loves him dearly. Though, countless times you’ve assured Bucky that he’s the only man you have eyes on, and you’d never leave him, he was still protective of you. 


Bucky was startled out of his deep slumber early in the morning, to find the postman holding a bouquet of roses, asking for him to sign for them. His stomach twisted and his eyes squinted at the brightly colored flowers.  

“Are you sure this is the right address? I didn’t order flowers.” Bucky always hand picked your flowers, never bought, except on special occasions. You preferred handpicked, enjoying the special meaning behind them a lot more than a floral shop arrangement. But sometimes Bucky would surprise you. This was not one of those times.

The postman nodded and gave Bucky a friendly smile. “Yep! Y/N Y/L/N still lives here, right?” The postman asks, noticing Bucky’s eyes flitting back and forth across his face. “What’s it to you?” Bucky snaps, angrily taking the vase from the postman’s hand.

The postman’s eyes widen and he stands there, shocked. “Just making sure. The floral shop has no time for mistakes.” He said before turning on his heel and rushing away to finish his route.

Bucky sighed heavily as he looked for a note attached to the roses. He wanted to throw them away, maybe even stomp on them and hunt the asshole down and give him a piece of his mind. But instead, he waited patiently for you to finish showering before he acted on his emotions.

He sat them on the kitchen island in your shared apartment, wracking his brain as to who would send you, his wife, such an intimate gift. It couldn’t have been someone from your family; sadly so, you lost connections after being recruited. The guys on the team knew better to pull a prank like this; trying to woo his woman, they knew he’d stop at nothing to make sure every last flower was shoved so far up-

“Ooo, pretty!” Your voice rang through the kitchen as you skipped over to Bucky. Bucky’s heart sank at the sound of the excitement coming from your pretty mouth he loves to kiss so much. “Bucky, you shouldn’t have!” You smiled brightly, leaning over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

He frowned at your reaction, knowing how happy you got anytime he ever got you flowers. “I didn’t.” Bucky mumbled with a frown, his tired eyes falling to your hand on his arm. Your eyebrows creased with confusion. Your eyes scanned the bouquet, searching for a card as you twisted the vase around. Only then did you realize there wasn’t one.

“Well, who would’ve sent me these?” You asked softly, nobody coming to mind. Bucky shrugged and you tapped your fingers against the kitchen island. “I don’t like this.” Bucky grumbled before getting off the seat and pacing the kitchen.

You sighed and almost rolled your eyes at him, but even this confused you. “Well, why don’t I take them to the little old lady down the street later?” You offered with a small smile, wanting to get these away from Bucky before the vase was thrown into the wall. Or worse, into the head of the person that sent them.

Bucky nodded and looked over at you, his heart warming at the sight of your still wet hair and bright eyes. He never understood how someone could look so beautiful without even trying. So no, he was not about to let someone else see you this way.

You walked over to him and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his waist. Bucky held you close and he pressed his lips on the top of your head. His metal hand grasped at your shirt, the desperation to keep you in his arms evident in his actions. “I know you’re worrying. Don’t.” You whispered, looking up at Bucky, your chin resting on his torso.

His hand caressed your cheek and you smiled, causing one of his own to form on his lips.


It had been a week since the flower situation. Bucky didn’t dwell on it, but he was still alert when the postman would stop by. Bucky had been gone all morning, meeting up with Steve for the day. You were lounging around at home, working on a painting for your local art class, before you heard the doorbell ring.

You smiled and set down your paintbrush, wiping the paint on your hands onto your smock. You ran to the door and half expected to see Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and you were met with the postman.

“Hi Charlie!” You said with a smile, taking your letters from his outstretched hand. Charlie then pulled out a box, handing it to you. “What’s this?” You asked, inspecting the small box. “Not sure, sweetie. Sign here.” He said with a smile, offering you his pen and his clipboard. You quickly signed for the box and waved to Charlie before going back inside.

The box felt light and didn’t have any information on it except for your address. Placing the letters in the small mail slot near your door, you examined the box, lifting it to your ear as you gently shook it.

You couldn’t hear anything so you went to the kitchen to carefully open it with a knife. Light blue gift paper stuck out as you lifted the flaps open and you creased your eyebrows. This paper looks familiar.

You pulled it out and gasped, seeing a Tiffany & Co. business card on top of a light blue box with white satin ribbon tied around it, a bow sitting on the lid. You grasped the box and opened it, seeing a bracelet catching the sunlight through the windows, shining brightly in a ray of rainbow colors.

“Who are you?” You whispered. First the roses and now an expensive piece of jewelry? You had no clue who would be sending you things like this. You were sure Bucky was going to freak out after seeing this. Gently placing the bracelet back inside of the box, you left it there so you could finish painting.

A few hours passed, and you had finished your project. The door suddenly opened, heavy boots being taken off made you smile.

Bucky stepped into view and you squealed, running up to him. You always felt so happy when he got home. “Bucky!” You giggled, running straight into his arms. Bucky chuckled and caught you, twirling you around before capturing your lips with his.

You smiled into the kiss as Bucky held you closer. He smelled like shampoo and aftershave from his shower this morning, with a hint of vanilla. Bucky set you down and held your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you.

“You’ve got paint in your hair.” Bucky said with a laugh, his fingers trying to clean it off. You flapped his hands away and giggled. You suddenly remembered the little box you got earlier and you gasped. “Oh yeah! A box came today.” You said, walking away from Bucky. His demeanor changed immediately, jealousy and anger settling into his chest.

“What is it? Who is it from? Did they leave a note?” He bombarded you with questions as he ganged up on your heels into the kitchen. You grabbed the box and opened it, getting the bracelet out again.

You held it out for Bucky to see and he looked at it, his eyebrows creasing. “Okay, this it getting out of hand already. I’m gonna find this punk and give him a piece of my mind.” Bucky growled, taking the bracelet from you. “This is the last fucking straw!“ He yelled, his loud voice echoing through the hallway before he turned into the living room.

You sighed and looked up at him. “Bucky, it could be harmless.” You explained, trying to catch up to Bucky as he turned away from you, his shoulders visibly tensing. He scoffed and shook his head. “Harmless? Another man is sending you gifts, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, turning to you and you got into the room.

Another sigh fell from your lips and you walked over to Bucky, pulling him into your arms. He stood still, his hand gripping tightly onto the bracelet. “I will figure out who this is, and I can’t promise I’ll be nice about it.” Bucky grumbled, his arms moving to wrap around your shoulders.


It’s been two weeks now and you’ve received another bouquet of roses and another piece of expensive jewelry, without a note of who it could be from. Bucky made many attempts at tracking the person down, but you hoped they would stop before he could hurt someone.

Suddenly, you heard the postman at the door. You rushed to the door, beating Bucky to it so he wouldn’t take any of this out on someone innocent. Luckily he was still in the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled at the postman, asking him how his morning has been so far.

“Rather lovely! Here’s your mail!” Charlie said with a chipper voice, his hand holding a few letters out to you. You took them with a smile and said goodbye. Charlie returned your smile before heading back down the walkway, his bag slung over his shoulder.

You shifted through the letters as you walked back inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Most of the letters were simple bills, but a purple colored envelope with your name written in cursive on it caught your attention.

You were nervous to open it, you never really got any letters from anyone personally. You used to when you first became an Avenger, but now, it was rare. Maybe this was one of those times. You only hoped so, so Bucky wouldn’t freak out. But as you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, your eyes raking down the message, your accusations were wrong.

Bucky walked in with an unreadable expression as he crossed over and behind you, looking down at the letter over your shoulder.

Dear Y/N, I hope you’ve enjoyed the gifts! I was scared to face you, but I’d like to meet up with you! If it’s okay with you, you can meet me at-” Bucky ripped the letter from your hands as he read the address and he laughed. “Is this idiot serious right now!?” He shouted as he stared down at you. You gave him a small shrug.

Whoever wrote the letter wanted you to meet them at noon at some coffee shop. “Bucky, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You pleaded, looking up at a rather angry man. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he slipped on his baseball cap.

“I don’t know who this is, you are not coming with me. It could be a trap and they could hurt you, they could-” Bucky rushed and you quickly stepped onto your toes and shut him up with a kiss. “I’m going with you. I’ll be okay.” You said with a small smile.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. He looked back at you and shook his head gently. “I swear, he’s dead.” Bucky grumbled, grabbing your hand and making his way to the destination.

You took your time looking around the city, the sun shining brightly and a few birds flying around every now and then. Other than all of this, it was a nice day out. As you walked towards the coffee shop, you saw a familiar face standing outside, the man looking down at his watch.

You gasped as you realized who it was. It was your art partner, Riley. Was he the one that was sending you all of those gifts? “No way.” You whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. “Is that him?” Bucky asked as he caught sight of the man and immediately bolted towards him. “Hey! Punk!” Bucky yelled out, his metal hand whirring as he tightened his fist.

Riley’s head snapped towards you and Bucky, his eyes widening just in time for Bucky to lunge at him. Bucky grabbed Riley by his shirt and lifted him off of the ground. “So you’re the guy that’s been sending my wife gifts and love letters!?” Bucky yelled at Riley, moving to shove him against the brick building.

You stood back as you watched, your heart racing fast. “Bucky!” You yelled after him, noticing a few people slowly walk by as they took in the scene. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to end up on the news channel for lashing out on someone in the public eye, so you knew you had to do something.

Rushing over to Bucky, you grabbed his arm. He was breathing heavily as he dropped Riley to the ground. Riley was pretty shaken up and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Bucky, let me talk to him. He’s from my art class.“ You said softly, moving to help Riley up. Bucky scoffed and looked at you bewildered. “Are you serious, Y/N!?” Bucky yelled out.

Riley stood back up and looked between you and Bucky. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I didn’t mean any harm. She never mentioned a boyfriend.” Riley explained nervously. You let out a sigh. “I told you about Bucky, remember? He’s my husband.” You said, moving towards Bucky again. He pulled you into his side protectively.

Riley’s eyebrows creased. “I’ve never seen a ring.” He commented. You lifted up your left hand, the diamond shining in the sunlight. A soft ‘oh’ fell from his lips. Bucky pushed you behind him as he walked forward. Riley took a cautious step backward. “Listen, man, it’s only a misunderstanding.” He squeaked, holding his hands up.

Bucky snarled at him and turned back to you, quickly pulling you away without another word. You didn’t dare look back at Riley, no matter how bad you felt. He was really nice and welcomed you into the art class with a warm gesture. But you never thought he’d be your secret admirer.

You never wore your ring to art class after the first day, you almost had it snagged off by your smock. Bucky was silent most of the way home and you weren’t sure what to say. He left your side as soon as you stepped into the door, and went straight to the bedroom.

You followed after him, watching him closely. Bucky didn’t look angry anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes held a sadness you’ve never seen before.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you moved to stand in front of Bucky. His head was hanging low and he shook it, his hair framing his face under his cap. You lifted his chin up with your finger and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me, baby.” You whispered, noticing his blue eyes had grown a light shade of grey.

Bucky sighed and moved his hands to your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. “It’s just-the thought of someone else feeling how I feel about you-it scares me.” Bucky mumbled, leaning into your hand on his cheek. You smiled gently and took off his cap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, come on, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, pressing more kisses to his face.

After a few more, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled you onto him and fell onto his back on the mattress as you straddled him. You looked down at Bucky, letting your noses graze one another’s in an eskimo kiss. “You know I love you, James.” You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Even when you’re jealous.” You added with a sly smirk.

Bucky pulled you closer, his metal hand keeping you in place. “I love you, too. Wait- no, I am not jealous.” He deadpanned, a hint of truth behind his words. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away too soon for his liking and he groaned, rubbing his hands along your lower back. “You are.” You said, kissing his lips again.

“Am not.” Kiss. “Are too.” Kiss. “Am not.” Kiss. “Fuck, can you blame me?” Bucky asked as he rolled on top of you, moving his hands underneath your shirt. You smiled and let out a breathy giggle. “Just kiss me.” You whispered, pulling him down by his collar. “Gladly.” He mumbled against your lips.

Note: yikes, I hope this doesn’t suck! .c

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Thighs - Jeff Atkins smut

Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out.  I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to her for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings : Oral sex

Words count : 1,428

A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.

Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.

I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.

“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.

“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.

“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”

Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”

I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months  and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.

His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.

“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.

“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.

He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.

“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.

“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly  being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.

Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.

My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.

“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.

My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.

“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.

He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.

“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.

“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made my laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.

5

“More than being optimistic, I think he is making a constant and consistent choice to move forward. He knows there have been a lot of things and the world is probably a crap place and there’s so much hurt and so much pain going on, and he still chooses to believe that if he keeps his head down keeps moving forward that he can cause good in this world.” - Jared Padalecki

Daniel vs David analysis

Okay, so when the song starts with David, its a very earthy and relaxed setting. Very Camp Campbell.

But as soon as Daniel takes over it gets red tinted, very dark, and very threatening.

(Look at this psycho I actually love him)

(David looks very self-conscious here. I think Daniel might be right about David not singing his praises being telling)

(This is hella disturbing I love it, also notice how Max and Neil are not part of this)

(He looks so afraid and hurt that the kids turned on him)

(Still dark but David’s moving in)

(And BAM! David takes charge again and we get our Camp back again)

(I like how even though Daniel has his moments here, his words aren’t taking effect enough to affect the scenery, and I think that the background changes are in relation to David. David is not letting up here so the mood of the song doesn’t change)

So thats my take on the song, also I really loved the song lol

Title:  What You Need

Summary: After a stressful review meeting Draco thinks maybe its about time Harry were honest with himself.

Word Count: 1977

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Draco can feel the tension in his body twisting and turning, slowly ebbing away as he and Harry leave Robards’ office in a hurry.  He’d been dying to get out of that meeting from the moment it had begun this morning. 

It had been a mandatory review of all of their cases from the last six months.  Apparently the head of the department had decided that no one was exempt from the intense scrutiny they’d just faced over the last two hours.  Hell he had expected it to be brutal based on the chatter around the Auror office from those who had already faced their own review, but even he couldn’t have anticipated the kinds of questions they would ask.

“And do you feel your relationship with Mr. Potter is completely professional?”

“Mr. Malfoy, have your feelings for Mr. Potter ever gotten in the way of your ability to make an unbiased call in the field?”

“Mr. Potter, there is a history of rash decisions in your case file.  Do you believe yourself of sound mind and judgement in the heat of the moment?”

“Gentleman, have you ever had more than a professional working relationship with your Auror partner?”

They’d claimed the questions were standard, and would be the same for all partners regardless of gender or sexual orientation.  A necessary precaution they’d called it.  But Draco had felt his insides churning at the questions, his mind over run with thoughts and desires which he usually worked very hard to keep below the surface.  He had answered them with a cool and calm countenance that had betrayed nothing of his true feelings.

Harry on the other hand had begun to get agitated the second they’d questioned his personal life.

“I’m a damn good Auror and what I do off the clock is none of your business.”

They were partners.  Friends.  And yet Harry had bristled at the insinuation they were more, refusing to answer the questions which Draco was sure only made things about a hundred times worse.  

By the time they finally reach their office Harry is in a right mood, ripping his Auror robes off and flinging them on the chair in the corner.  He takes his glasses off next, setting them on the desk and rubbing his face with both hands.  He looks tired, stressed.  It’s not the first time Draco has wondered why Harry is still an Auror.  He’s good at it, damn good in fact,  His reflexes are excellent and his experience with Dark Wizards invaluable.  But even after three years working together Draco can see that he still has trouble taking orders; he’s brash and though his instinct are usually right he follows them blindly.  Mostly though, despite how good he is at his job he just doesn’t seem happy.

Draco watches with curiosity as Harry just drops to the floor, as if he truly cannot take another moment of anything, running his hands through his hair before laying down.  He feels guilty for the thoughts that run through his mind, the way he can’t take his eyes off the strength in Harry’s forearms, or the space between his legs.  H knows he shouldn’t be thinking those things when Harry is clearly struggling.  But the questions had been too much, had brought too much to the forefront of his min,  and though he might not be showing it outwardly Draco feels just as close to exploding as Harry looks.

“Do you regret it?” Harry asks quite suddenly, startling Draco out of his thoughts.

“Regret what?”

“Becoming an Auror?”

Of all the things Draco thought the other man might say that is not one of them.  He thinks back on the brutal years in training, of the distrust and harassment he had faced when he first joined and the hard work and determination it had taken to get anyone to take him seriously. He thinks back to when they had first become partners and the way they had argued and clashed just as intensely as they had in school, until one day after a bad case when they’d both ended up at the same bar and gotten pissed after work together.  The next day he couldn’t remember what either one of them had said or done, and truth be told he still has no idea if Harry ever remembered because they never discussed it, but things had changed after that.   They had begun working as a team, and before Draco had known what was happening they weren’t just two people being forced to work together they were partners; a well functioning team that both trusted and relied on one another.  

He looks at Harry now, sprawled out on the floor looking tense and unhappy, something Draco now knows he hides from almost everyone else and he wonders what it means that Harry trusts him with the ugliest sides of himself so implicitly.  

Draco doesn’t usually stop to think about his own feelings, not after having worked so hard to push them away.  He regrets many things in his life, but becoming an Auror is not one of them, not when it has led him this.  Whatever this might be.

“No, I don’t.”

Harry’s shoulders tighten and Draco wonders when exactly he learned to read the other man so well.  He looks angry, at himself Draco thinks, and guilty.  

“You know its ok to hate your job.”

Harry jerks his head up in surprise, his brow crinkling in confusion.  “But you just said-”

“I know perfectly well what I said.  I answered your question honestly.  You just didn’t ask the right question.”  Draco crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair and watching Harry throw his hands in the air before dropping his head back to the ground with an audible thud.

“Well what the bloody fuck was the right question?”

Draco can’t help it, he laughs.  Harry shoots him an angry look.

“I’m so glad you find this so funny.”

“Always so fucking melodramatic, Potter.”  Draco knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of him and Harry is on his feet in seconds.  

“That meeting was a load of shit.  We’re the best Aurors in the department and they know it.” 

“Are you angry because they questioned your work ethic or because they questioned our relationship?”  Draco says, and is surprised at how good it feels to say something.  To acknowledge them in some way, even if they have no idea what they are.  

Harry opens his mouth to speak and then stops as if he’s thought better of it.  He suddenly looks so unsure, and so much younger than his twenty seven years.  He rubs his hands on his shirt almost unconsciously and just stares at Draco.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Draco asks, rising from his seat and closing the small distance between them.  He can practically feel the tension in Harry’s body, the air nearly crackling with it.  “I think you’re tired of all of it; of the protocol and the bureaucracy and the phoniness.  You’ve spent your entire fucking life saving everyone else and being who they needed to be and I think you’ve finally had enough.  Today.  Right now, Harry.  You’ve had enough.”

Harry sucks in a deep breath, and Draco has no idea what to expect because he knows he’s crossing that forbidden line that says neither one of them will acknowledge real feelings but he doesn’t care because he can’t stand another day of pretending either.

“Aren’t you tired of being what everyone else needs you to be?  Don’t you want to get what you need for once?”

Harry licks his lips, still unable to move from his spot as if his feet have been spelled to the floor.  “And what exactly is it you think I need?”

Fuck it Draco thinks, he’s come this far already.  Instead of saying anything he reaches out, his hands sliding into Harry’s hair and gently urging him closer.  He presses his lips to Harry’s, afraid for a moment he’s made a mistake and gone too far but then Harry is nearly clawing at him, his hands grabbing onto Draco so tightly it almost hurts. 

The kiss is almost brutal, desperate, and so fucking good Draco stops trying to hold it in and just moans into Harry’s mouth which only spurs the other man on even more.  Draco’s hand is sliding down Harry’s back when there is a knock on the door and they spring apart just seconds before the door flies open.  It’s Robards.  Draco has never wanted to curse someone as badly as he does right in this moment.  His heart aches and he just knows the moment has been ruined, that this interruption has shattered whatever fragile thing they were beginning.

“Listen, Potter, Malfoy, about before I-”

“I quit!” Harry shouts and Draco’s mouth falls open in the most un-Malfoy like display of shock he’s ever shown.

“Excuse me, Potter, you can’t quit!”

Draco doesn’t even look at Robards, because he can’t take his eyes off Harry.  Harry looks giddy, euphoric even, and it reminds Draco of the way Potter used to look after he’d caught the Golden Snitch.

“Yes, Sir, I can.  I quit.  I hate my job,” he shouts, and then he begins to laugh.  Robards looks like he thinks Harry might have lost his mind.  “God that felt good to say out loud.  I FUCKING HATE MY JOB!” he screams even louder, making several of the other Aurors peek their heads down the hallway and through the open door to their office.  

Robards holds his hand up to silence him but Harry is paying him no mind.

“I hate the paperwork and the assignments and the bloody protocol that makes no sense sometimes and I hate the awful hours.  Fuck I hate everything about it except that I get to work with you,” Harry says, turning to look at Draco with a look so pure in intensity Draco is glad he’s sitting down already.

“And what about you, Malfoy?” Robards asks, sounding equal parts confused and helpless.

“Oh I quit too. I detest this job.”

“I thought you said you didn’t regret becoming an Auror?” Harry asks suddenly, as if he’s forgotten Robards is just standing there watching them.

Draco shrugs, almost nonchalantly.  “I don’t regret it, not at all.  But I still fucking hate this job.”

“Then why don’t you regret it?” he asks, and Draco wonders how it’s possible that other man really doesn’t see it.

“Because you oblivious idiot, I’m in love with you.  Pretty sure if you jumped out this window right now I’d follow you like a lovesick puppy.  It’s absolutely pathetic,” he answers in the most self deprecating tone possible.

“Oh.”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Well, that’s rather good then isn’t it.  Because I’m in love with you.”

“Right, well I’ll just be leaving now,” Robards mumbles awkwardly before shutting the door behind him.  Neither Harry nor Draco pay him any attention.

“So, before….when you said you knew what I needed,” Harry begins to say, crossing the room until he’s standing directly in front of Draco with his hand outstretched.  “What if you showed me instead.”

“I can’t think of anything I’d like more,“ Draco answers, taking Harry’s hand in his own and thinking that maybe what they both want and need might just be the same things.

Blindfolded, Bound and Gagged (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: Dylan teaches you a lesson

Word count: 4k. (THERE IS NO BACKGROUND PLOT. IT IS SIMPLY 4K OF FILTHY SMUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) 

Warnings: there’s a lot of things I should flag lmao…bondage, blindfolds, gags, overstimulation, vibrators, BDSM, orgasm denial, dirty talk, sir kink, dom!Dyl. Long story short, THIS IS ABSOLUTE FILTH. 

A/N: You’re lying if you say this isn’t your wet dream.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

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dylanlovesthemets  asked:

“You look pretty hot in plaid" this could go both ways w sterek i think, like derek complimenting stiles on his daily outfits or stiles seeing derek in plaid for the first time

@dylanlovesthemets i almost listened but it kind of got away from me :D 

“Move, Scott,” Derek grumbles, irritated and tired and protective.

Stiles is limp in Derek’s arms after being struck by the monster of the week. Scott had once again failed to account for Stiles’ fragility and left him without so much as a bat to defend himself.

Derek had seen it happen, seen the big scaly tail knock Stiles off his feet and into a tree. And he’s done what he could to hear if Stiles was hurt worse than a concussion and so far hasn’t been able to hear anything out of the ordinary. Heartbeat still in a normal rhythm, no bones creaking or scraping against each other as Derek rolled Stiles onto his back to check him over.

He’s got Stiles bridal style in his arms and is walking back to the cars now that the thing has been taken care of. But Scott is hovering.

“We should take him to see Deaton, or at least have my mom look at him,” Scott is saying, still trailing behind Derek, gripping at Derek’s shoulder and Derek bites back a growl of irritation. He just doesn’t want anyone in his space right now.

“I’m taking him to my apartment. His dad is working tomorrow and through the weekend and Stiles is going to need someone to wake him up every couple hours if he does have a concussion. A test which I am well equipped to do, Scott, since I am an EMT,” Derek impatiently explains as they come up to the cars all parked together in a clearing.

“I know, I know,” Scott is quick to answer but he’s still hesitant. Derek knows they trust each other but apparently that trust doesn’t extend to trusting Derek with Stiles.

Once Stiles is laid comfortably, but still unconscious in the back of Derek’s Toyota he turns to face Scott’s worried face.

“He’s going to be fine and if he’s not, you’re the first person I call,” Derek says and it’s true. If Stiles wakes up in more pain than a concussion warrants or he stops breathing or something, Scott would be the first person Derek would contact…along with Melissa and John in the group text.

But the reassurance is enough for Scott who nods and steps away. Derek talks quickly to Isaac, Erica and Boyd, making sure they’re all still in one piece after the small tussle in the woods. But they’re fine and he gets an eye roll from Erica so they’re really okay if they’re able to sass their alpha at 3am.

Now he just has to get Stiles back to his apartment and make sure he wakes up in a reasonable amount of time.


Derek is pacing slowly in the apartment. He’s not overly anxious, Stiles has been awake since they got in and confirmed only a headache before swallowing some advil and going back to sleep. Derek is still concerned there might be other aches and pains that Stiles is waving off that should be addressed.

For now, he’s on concussion watch though so he’s trying to keep himself awake for the next hour until it’s time to wake Stiles again. He’d sleep himself but the couch isn’t appealing tonight and he knows when he falls asleep it’s going to be hellish to drag himself out of it. He’d rather get another check in with Stiles before he loses consciousness for the next few hours.

The pacing is to keep his mind focused on something, one foot in front of the other, eight steps, turn, eight again. He can hear Stiles’ steady, shallow, sleeping breathing as he does and he thinks he’s pretty calm despite the circumstances. He’s more surprised that he’s surprised than actually startled when the door opens and Stiles is standing there, leaning against the door jam. His eyes are droopy but Derek can still hear his heart beating exactly how it’s supposed to.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,” Stiles says, his clear voice showing that despite his sleepy expression, he’s completely alert.

Derek looks down at his pajama pants before looking up at Stiles with a soft smile.

“You’ve said that before,” Derek replies, tracing his own steps as he walks over towards where Stiles is wavering on his feet now that he’s no longer leaning against the door frame.

He settles his hands on Stiles’ warm waist and relishes the small smile he gets at the welcome touch.

“It’s worth repeating,” Stiles says and tilts his head back, Derek is all too happy to oblige and press a quick dry kiss on his lips.

This thing between them is new, not so new that Derek questions the kiss but it is still something they’ve kept just between them. And it’s something they haven’t taken much further than kissing. Derek had been set and ready to tell Stiles he needed to wait before things got physical in their relationship. But Stiles had been the one who put limits on things.

The pack doesn’t know. And Scott doesn’t know. But the Sheriff knows and that’s enough for them right now. It’s why Derek was so determined to get Stiles to his apartment. The sheriff really will be at work for the better part of the next few days and they both would want someone with Stiles while he’s concussed. The fact that Derek has his EMT license now only furthered the Sheriff’s approval of him dating his son. He’s been doing more to get his life together, to be a contributing member of society.

“How are you feeling,” Derek asks quietly and pushes Stiles’ hair off his face gently.

“Like I got my head smashed into the ground,” he murmurs as his eyes close again and he leans into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” he says into Derek’s chest and Derek brings his arms up to rub Stiles’ back comfortingly.

“Of course,” Derek says gently and starts to walk them back into the bedroom.

“Don’t know if I’ve said this but, I feel safe here. With you. Your space. You make me feel safe, Der,” Stiles says softly and Derek tries to keep from letting the excitement those words incited from leaking out.

“I-“ Derek clears the emotion from his throat, “I’m really happy to hear that Stiles. How are you doing for painkillers? Do you need me to get more advil? More pain drain?” Derek offers but Stiles shakes his head.

“No, just you. Come lay down with me?” he requests as he crawls into the bed with Derek holding the covers up for him to settle beneath them.

Those sleepy eyes, the soft fluffy hair and the circumstances have Derek capitulating without much resistance.

“Let me just grab you some water and I’ll be right back,” Derek explains as he tucks the covers around Stiles.

Stiles nods into his pillow and Derek dashes quickly back to the outer rooms. He checks the door again, fills up a large glass with water and snags the bottle of Advil – just in case. He makes quick work of putting both down on the nightstand next to Stiles. He crosses to the other side of the queen size bed and gently lifts the covers, stealing beneath and wrapping Stiles close in his arms.

After a few minutes of slow steady breathing Stiles snuffles into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks, Der,” he mumbles and Derek’s arms squeeze gently in a closer embrace.

“Anytime,” he says and is completely unsurprised that he means it. That he means something more, something they haven’t said to each other yet. But, Derek thinks, maybe they say it in other ways.

Butterfly Wings

Keith:

Lance was not happy.
Allura had woken them up two hours earlier then normal to tell them that two of them had a mission.
Once the terror of being woken up by a loud blaring alarm passed, everyone settled in as the Princess explained she was sending Keith and Lance to a jungle like planet and needed the others awake as to help monitor the mission.

Twenty minutes later the two were flying down in red to the planets surface, with Lance pouting the whole time.
“I don’t see why we couldn’t of done this later.”
Keith rolled his eyes not even bothering to look back at the blue paladin.
“Because there’s only a small window where the storm clouds are safe to pass through.”
Lance blinked in surprise. If there were storm clouds then would there be rain?
Lance suddenly found his legs bouncing up and down as nervous energy eradicated any lingering tiredness in his system.
The landed on a sandy outcrop just on the edge of a large jungle.
The plan was to go in and find this supposed miracle plant that could be used to heal a person almost as well as the pods.
After more then one close call Allura had decided it would be best for the Paladins to be equipped with something for out in the field.
Lance practically ran out of Red, taking his helmet off just so he could breath in the familiar scent of ozone that only came before a storm.
“What’s got you so excited all of a sudden?” Keith asked joining him on the sand.
“Smells like home.” Lance grinned while Keith watched him.
He didn’t really understand what Lance was talking about, but he looked too happy to question it.
“Ok… come on we have work to do.”
Lance gave him a mocking salute “sir yes sir.” He smirked back at Keith as he walked into the forest.
———————————–
Walking through the thick foliage was difficult on the two of them.
The fact that the air was stiflingly hot too didn’t help.
They barley made it a mile before they were both drenched in sweat and out of breath.
When Keith had stumbled for the third time into Lance, he had enough.
“Let’s take a break.” Keith decided.
“What’s the matter got shot? Can’t handle a little walk?” Lance tried to sound cocky, but the fact he was practically gasping for breath afterwards suggested he needed a break just as much as Keith.
“Humour me.” Keith shrugged as he sat down on a large purple moss covered tree branch.
After a moment Lance joined him, the two heavily breathing and sitting in comfortable silence.
Then the rain started.
It came on so hard and suddenly that it was like someone above them had turned on a faucet.
Keith had groaned thinking about how much harder their mission was going to be with the poor visibility. When he looked over at Lance to complain he found the words die in his mouth.
Lance was staring straight up with the biggest smile of his face.
His hair was plastered to his head and Keith decided to pretend that the tears running down his cheeks were just rain drops.
For a single moment, the world seemed quite as Lance watched the rain and Keith watched Lance with equal fascination.
Then the branch The were sitting on woke up.

The two were suddenly flung from their seats hitting the floor roughly.
Keith hit a tree having the air knocked from his lungs.
He couldn’t figure out what had happened until he saw what resembled a giant green gorilla with a long thick tail and razor sharp claws standing over him.
He grabbed his bayard and quickly turning it into its sword for right as the creature swiped at him.
Keith managed to roll out of the way, avoiding being sliced in half like the tree directly behind him.
The creature tried to grab him but a cut to the hand made it back off, but not for long.
It swung its giant tail like a battening ram, moving much faster then anything that size should be able to.
Keith couldn’t help but wonder why Lance wasn’t helping him.
He dodged under the tail and got his answer.
Lance was sitting on the ground looking confused.
There was blood running down his face from a head wound.
Keith cursed under his breath, he looked pretty out of it.
The second he spent distracted was all the time the creature needed, grabbing Keith with one of its giant hand, pinning his arms by his side.
“Lance!” Keith yelled struggling helplessly as the creature brought him closer to his face.
Keith closed his eyes sure he was about to become a giant monkeys dinner, when he hears the familiar sound of Lance’s gun being fired.
Keith was suddenly dropped and the creature was holding its eye in pain.
It blindly swipes at Lance hitting it’s mark and sending him flying.
Keith didn’t waste his chance.
He drove his sword through its neck and jumped off as it fell to the ground dead.
“Lance?” Keith asked looking in the direction the blue paladin lay.
He crept over to him gasping at the sight.
A single deep claw mark was slashed across Lance’s torso stretching from his right shoulder down to his left hip.
Keith dropped his sword and surged forwards to the lump paladin.
“Lance? Buddy come on I need you to wake up. I need you to look at me, insult me, anything!”
Keith yelled shaking him.
“Allura? Shiro?”
He only got static from his helmet.
Keith felt the panic begin to rise in his chest.
There was so much blood and Lance just wasn’t moving.
“Lance please… I need you.” Keith sniffed as he felt tears prick his eyes.
“Mullet?… you…ok?”
Keith would of thrown his arms around him if he weren’t hurt so badly.
“You jerk! I thought you were dead.”
Lance smiled, but the pain was still obvious on his face. “Can’t leave you… who else… would keep… you…alive?”
“Shut up.” Keith laughed wiping his eyes.
“How bad is it?”
Keith held his breath, he had hoped Lance wouldn’t ask.
“It’s not good.”
“Really cause this feels fantastic.”
Keith rolled his eyes but felt a small spark of hope at the banter.
“I can’t get through to the castle… I don’t know what to do Lance.”
The fear on Keith voice made Lance’s eyes widen.
“H-hey it’s ok… it’s ok. Your annoyingly smart… right… so use.. that brain of yours… and-”
Keith’s head snapped up “the flowers!”
Lance smiled “there you go.”
Keith stood scanning the area, he couldn’t see far thanks to the rain and couldn’t see a single flower that matched Allura’s description.
“Go.” Lance said so quickly Keith almost missed him.
“What?”
“I said… go… I can’t keep up… with you… find the… flower… come back.”
Keith felt a flash of anger “I’m not going to just leave you here!”
“You don’t have… much of a choice!” Lance yelled but started coughing, blood sprayed from his mouth.
Keith couldn’t do anything while he coughed but soon as he finished wiped the blood from his face along with a strange brown substance.
Keith looked at it for a moment before he noticed the pale patches just visible on Lance’s skin.
He decided now wasn’t the time to ask.
Lance was running out of time.
“Don’t you dare die before I come back.” Keith warned kissing Lance on the forehead before he took off running.
———————————–
Every second Keith spent looking was another second closer to Lance bleeding out.
His chest was heaving and he could barely breath as he ran, but Keith didn’t slow down for a second.
His foot caught a tree root and sent him tumbling down a hill.
“Ouch.”
His ankle was throbbing with pain.
If he couldn’t stand how could he save Lance?
Just as suddenly the rain had started it stopped.
Without the thick curtain of rain Keith could see he fell into what looked like a meadow filled with various coloured flowers.
Then Keith saw it.
A patch of small blue flowers that almost seemed to glow.
He crawled towards it and nearly cried with joy.
He had found it.
He grabbed a handful, putting one in his mouth and chewed.
The effects weren’t instant, but the pain was dulled enough for Keith to stand and limp back to Lance.
Getting back took longer then it had before.
His ankle hurt but Keith kept pushing until he spotted blue armour stained with red.
He ran ignoring the protests from his body.
Keith dropped to his knees in a pool of blood that stained the ground beneath Lance.
His skin was a sickly grey colour and his breathing was slow and laboured.
His eyes were open but Keith doubted he actually knew what was going on around him.
Keith got to work, he took his water from his belt and ground up a few of the flowers before adding them in.
As gently as possible, Keith tilted Lance’s head up and slowing brought the flask to his lips.
For a moment nothing happened.
Then Lance began to drink.
By time he had finished the bleeding had slowed down and the pained crease in his forehead had eased slightly.
“Hang on Buddy I’m gonna get you home.”
———————————–
If Red hadn’t come to meet them, Keith really wasn’t sure how he was going to get Lance back short of carrying him.
Soon as Red burst through the castle hangar doors Keith had come running out of the Lions mouth struggling with Lance in his arms and screaming for help.
Shiro was there in an instant, not even asking what happened he took Lance from Keith and ran towards the infirmary trailing blood behind him.
Hunk and Pidge began bombarding Keith with questions but Keith couldn’t hear them.
All he could do was stare after Lance.
———————————–
Two weeks Lance was in the pod.
The creature had managed to clip his lung.
According to Allura, if Keith hadn’t of gotten him the flower when he had, Lance would of died.
Keith barley ate or slept.
He never left Lance’s side once.
He was surprised to see that his skin was covered in the pale patches, but it seemed like the others weren’t.
Keith figured they must already know, or just didn’t care.
It was late when the pod finally opened and Lance fell into Keith’s waiting arms.
“Lance! You feeling ok?”
Lance rubbed his eyes tiredly “yeah… I’m good just kinda tired.” He shrugged.
Keith smiled helping walk over to one of the beds.
Lance sat on the edge and patted the space next to him.
Keith didn’t hesitate to join him.
“Thanks… you know for saving me.”
Keith laughed “you did save me first, can’t have you one up me.”
Lance smiled as he rested his head on Keith shoulder.
Keith tenses for a moment before relaxing and wrapping him arm around Lance’s waste.
“Thanks for the kiss too.”
Keith blushed “anytime.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Lance smirked up at him making Keith’s heart skip a beat.
“Lance… about your skin.”
Lance but his lip “yeah? It’s erm just Vitiligo… do you think it’s ugly?”
Keith shook his head “no I think your beautiful? that it’s beautiful… like butterfly wings.”
Lance smiled “yeah o think so too. I think I’ll stop covering it up.”
Keith smiled pulling Lance closer to him “I’d like that.”

Older brother Namjoon + rest of BTS scolds you PT.14 END

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

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Originally posted by allforbts

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was waiting patiently for their arrival, I was early. I never liked being late, I hated the thought of making others wait for me, so I stood there waiting. Half an hour passed and I was still waiting. They’re only five minutes late I thought to myself, maybe coming so early wasn’t the best idea.

I was startled when I felt someone give me a back hug. I was ready to start swinging my arms until I heard familiar voices. The person who was hugging me had let go, and turned me to face them.

“Princess, how are you? It’s been a while.” Jin had his hands on my shoulders staring right at me, I felt a little flustered but I managed to smile.

“I’m good, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good too.” He said and ruffled my hair.

“Y/N.” I saw Joonie have his arms out wide open. I hesitated at first but gave him a hug anyway. This was nice, I missed it.

I pulled away and looked at everyone, I didn’t know how to face Hoseok or Jimin. I didn’t know how they felt about me still and it did make me feel slightly uncomfortable. Neither of them smiled at me, or even greeted me so I take it that they’re still mad. Jimin was my best friend, and it hurt knowing that I’ve lost him because of my stupidity. I understand why they may not like me anymore so I suppose I’ll just have to move on and pretend nothing ever happened.

“Let’s get going!” Yoongi piped up and we headed towards the entrance. I walked behind them still feeling some sort of awkward aura between us all, but Taehyung held back and waited for me.

“Y/N…” He called my name softly whilst walking and not turning to look at me.

“Hmm?” 

“I’m sorry.” He turned to look at me but I shook my head.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I betrayed you, I never should have told them to come and I’m sorry because you’ve probably lost all trust and faith in me.” He looked guilty, and I admit that at first I was mad but how could I stay angry at him when he never meant any harm?

“It’s okay Tae, I’m not mad at you. Actually I’m thankful to have you in my life, you didn’t betray me. You only did what you thought was best but I was too stubborn and childish to see that, so for that I’m sorry. You’ve only ever done what you could to help me and I pushed you away.” I admitted.

“No don’t be, how about we just call it even?” He said and stopped, causing me to stop beside him. I nodded and he pulled me into a hug. 

“Hurry up!” Joonie complained and we pulled away and rushed towards them again. I was about to walk off when Jin stopped me.

“Are you really okay?” I nodded, reassuring him. But was I really? My best friend hates me, Hoseok doesn’t seem to want to be here, I just wanted to make everyone happy. “So why do you look so conflicted?”

“Does Hoseok and Jimin hate me?” I questioned bluntly. 

“What makes you think that?” 

“I’m just getting this vibe off of them. But it’s okay if they do, I completely get it, this was all my fault anyway so if they do then I understand.” I was hurt, but I didn’t want to show it. I don’t want to continue being that same old weak Y/N who acts like a child and needs to grab attention from everyone. If they don’t like me anymore then I’m just going to leave it.

Jimin’s p.o.v

I overheard her conversation with Jin hyung. Idiot. I don’t hate you, I’m just embarrassed and too stubborn to admit that I was wrong. Too afraid to apologise for being a shitty best friend. How could I even claim that title after what I had put her through. Knowing her, she believes that all this was her fault, but it wasn’t. We all played a part in hurting her, I was someone she trusted but I took advantage of that, I ruined the friendship we had once I had messaged back in the group chat. I should have never said those things, but I did. 

We walked around and had food, I still wasn’t speaking to her. She looked like she was having fun, especially with Taehyung. Did she replace me with him? Not like I can stop her from doing so, but I was jealous. I shoulder barged into Taehyung, who was standing next to Y/N. I continued walking ahead until I heard.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N are you okay? I’m so sorry.” I spun around and saw that Y/N was now on the floor with a scratch on her leg. The force of me walking into him must have caused a domino effect that knocked Y/N over. Now I felt even guiltier, I rushed over to her side as did everyone else.

“Are you okay?” I questioned, she looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes but nodded shyly and looked away.

“Ya, why did you walk into Taehyung like that Jimin?” Hoseok hyung glared at me. “Yeah I saw everything.” 

“It’s okay I’m fine don’t worry about it.” She smiled at us and got up. 

“Small, lets go get you cleaned up.” Namjoon glared at me whilst walking past holding a limping Y/N by his side.

“What the hell is wrong with you hyung?” Jungkook questioned me. “And you Hoseok hyung, why are they two of you so bitter? Can’t you see how hard Y/N is trying? Can’t you see how much she’s hurting? And I don’t mean physically, but emotionally.

“What did I do?” Hoseok complained.

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything Hoseok. You arrived and hadn’t said a single word to her.” Yoongi confirmed.

“She asked me if you two hated her.” Jin confessed.

“What? No I don’t, I’m just guilty for being so mean so I don’t know how to be around her.”

“She’s trying to push it aside and pretend that nothing happened, she’s trying but the two of you aren’t doing anything to help her and Jimin hyung, why would you knock into Taehyung like that?”

“You’re jealous because we’re close aren’t you?” Taehyung interjected.

“She was my best friend, but now you come along, I don’t even know how to apologise to her and you’re making it more difficult for me.” I said in such a bitter tone, I’m sure everyone realised that I was just jealous.

“You don’t know how much she misses you Jimin, and Hoseok hyung you have no idea how bad she feels for lashing out on you. Just have some decency and apologise for a change and stop making her feel like she’s in hell because the both of you are incapable of saying a simple sorry.”

“She misses me?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? She keeps stealing glances at you and after realising you don’t even care enough to look at her face just drops.” Jungkook said whilst rolling his eyes. 

It was silent between us all until Y/N came back, smiling.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok hyung asked her, which took her by surprise because her eyes widened. 

“Yeah, I’m definitely much better now.” Her smile was so genuine, you could tell that she was sincerely happy that Hoseok acknowledged her.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” I apologised.

“Oh no, it’s not your fault I’m just really clumsy I mean I must take it after my brother, I can’t even stand properly.” Namjoon hyung flicked her on the head.

“Not just that, I’m sorry for everything.” She looked like she wanted to cry, but instead she just wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.

“It’s okay, I just want my best friend back.” I nodded and hugged her back.

Namjoon’s p.o.v

After a few hours, we parted our ways. Y/N and I headed out to grab dinner whilst everyone else went home. Although we practically spent the whole day together, we barely even spoke because of the guys. 

“How have you been small?” I say whilst looking up from the menu.

“Pretty good I guess, how about you?” 

“Same, just busy I guess.”

“You don’t have to have dinner with me if you’re busy you know, I mean you’ve already spent the whole day with me and that’s honestly more than enough.” She looked guilty, how and why does she look guilty for asking to spend time with me? Her brother.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Right, I’m sorry.”

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” I asked her. 

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.” 

Y/N’s p.o.v

I felt like I wanted to cry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know how to act in front of Joonie. I don’t want to do anything that will make him mad at me. 

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” he asked me, that’s something I never wanted to hear, because it’s not what I want and if that’s what he’s saying then it’s my fault he feels this way.

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Will you stop apologising? You’re not doing anything wrong. What happened to you?”

“Nothing happened to me.” 

“Then why can’t you be comfortable like you were before? Like the old times? Why have you changed so much? It’s making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.”

“I, I guess I’m afraid of doing something that you don’t like that will aggravate you. I don’t want to do something that you don’t like. I want to be that good younger sister that you loved before, but I didn’t know that it was making you feel uncomfortable.”

“Why does what I like matter so much? What about the things that you like?”

Namjoon’s p.o.v

“Last time I did something like that, this huge mess happened. I don’t want that again.” She said so quietly I could barely hear her.

“This is because of me?”

“I’m not blaming you oppa, it was my fault. I should have been more careful, I should have looked out for you more and I shouldn’t have done those things that could damage your career. You’ve worked so hard for it, I can’t be the one to ruin it for you.”

“How do you think that makes me feel? I feel like I’m ruining your life because of what may or may not even happen.”

“You’re not, it’s what I chose to do.” 

“But why?”

“You’re my big brother Joonie, I don’t want to let you down. I promised that I won’t let you down but I already broke that promise so I really have to set myself straight. It’s what I’ve always done for you so I’m sorry that I messed up that one time, I won’t let it happen again, I don’t know what came over me because I never got myself into that kind of trouble before but I promise I’ll go back to how it was before.” 

“But you’re not happy.” 

“If you and the boys are happy, then I’m happy too.” she smiled at me, so genuinely. How was she so selfless? How have I never noticed? All I thought about was myself the past few years that I had no idea she was hurting.

After all this time, I’ve finally come to realise, my image, the scolding. Non of it was worth it. All this time Y/N did everything she could to protect my image like she had promised to. But when she slipped up that one time to be a normal teenage girl, we scolded her, we hurt her. I finally realised how hard it must have been for her to neglect a fun life, where she could do whatever she wanted. She was never able to be herself because she didn’t want it to affect us. She put us before herself and we selfishly put ourselves before her, or more like I put myself before her. Is our image really that important if it made those around us miserable? All this time she was looking out for us, for me. But I never did the same for her. 


END!!! thanks for reading!! 

Klance stuff part 4 (Red and Blue edition)

(They communicate by feeding ideas into the paladin’s brains so no talking out loud here whatsoever for them lions)

• Sometimes Lance’s homesickness is so strong, Blue gets worried and would relay the feeling to Red and the other lions so they can mind communicate it to the team somewhere in the castle.

• Keith would always be the first to find him.

• Red would always save Keith whenever he’s in trouble or hurting but she also makes him feel guilty about not being careful by making him feel the team’s worry and fear through the lions especialy Lance’s.

• Red and Blue would sometimes talk about the wedding.

• Sometimes Green and Yellow would pitch in. Black wants all of them to have flower crowns on each head. She wants pink, baby blue and purple hues on hers.

• Red: What is a flower girl? we didnt have that on altea. Do we make a famale wear a flower costume?
Blue: Would Dear Pidge be a good flower girl, Green?
Green: I would bet my left arm she would eject herself into space before u could ask.

• When Lance and Keith were still pining, they would either find Blue sitting/cuddling together with red and vice versa and they STILL wouldnt get it.

• Red once got so frustrated that when Lance went to her for secret bonding time, she picked him up and hurled him at Keith. (Keith actually held out his hands to catch him cos he’d be damned if he let Lance get hurt)

• They both stayed hugging on the floor a bit longer than necessary until finally akwardly standing up and dashing to opposite exits with red faces.

• Blue congratulated Red on that move but it still wasnt enough so she went to grumbling in frustration while Blue tries to calm her down.

• Lance once called Keith in for dinner while Keith was doing maintenace checks in Red’s cockpit.

• She trapped them both in there while turning up the heat until Lance couldnt take it anymore and took off his jacket and shirt. Keith fainted. Lance assumed he was overheated and panicked. They got out.

• Blue did the same. Keith’s not good with the cold so Lance had to wrap him up in his jacket to keep him from shivering but ended up shivering as well.

• Until Keith quietly suggested it was ok to share body heat so they awkwardly wrapped each other in their arms until Blue finally gave up after an hour. (She wont risk freezing them to death for this)

• The other lions would feel the frustrations the other paladins feel for these two pining idiots so they sometimes chip in on helping out Red and Blue.

• Green was the one to telepathicaly disable the elevators one time.

• Yellow turned off the antigravity switch in the hangar once and they got to see Lance and Keith desperately holding on to each others hands so the other wont float away until help came.

• They argued who’s fault it was after that thinking that the other’s face was red because they were mad.

• Black can only sympathize with Shiro and shake her head in disappointment in time with him.

• Red really likes Lance, she really does but she’s still a bit bitter about past Lance flirting with every alien girl and making her baby jealous so she’s still a lil shit to him sometimes.

• Keith would sometimes sit in front of Red in the dead of the night worrying she wouldn’t want him to be her paladin someday because of his galra heritage.

• The feeling of a lifetime of loneliness and isolation would shake her so much she would accidentaly send signals of it directly to Lance waking him up and wondering why he’s crying.

• Blue once got angry at an alien trying to take (almost forcing) Lance home with him/her during a celebratory party. She physically intervened by stomping her paw in front of them and growled menacingly.

• Lance got a lil shook too and tried to calm her down after the the alien left running. “C-calm down girl I wasn’t going with them, t-they were telling me where Keith went but I guess they had different plans… thanks for helping me buddy…”

*during parties or supply runs Keith avoids being anywhere near Lance. See why in part 3*

• Blue relayed Lance’s longing feeling to Red back at the castle so she lifts Keith up and throws him out not letting him into the castle.

• With no choice he goes to the party dreading to see what he thinks he’s gonna see (Lance all over an alien girl/guy) only for Lance to find him first. “Dude! Where have you been?! Ive been looking all over for you jesus. The Poltanarks are taking pictures! You gotta be in there cmooon.”

• Keith will never forget how firm Lance’s hold on his wrist was throughout the night like Lance was scared he was gonna disappear again.

• When Lance and Keith finally got together, Blue and Red did a sublte high five. (that night, Red snuck out and scouted the 7 foot alien that was bullying her baby *see part 3*. By morning the alien was groveling for forgiveness at the castle doors.)

part 1

part 2

part 3

EXO: boyfriend Chen
  • oh boi this is my soft smol dirty minded boi
  • like before you even started to date, he’d make your day every single day w/ his adult humor and tbh this is probably one of the reasons you finally fell for him
  • aka don’t lie we’re all dirty minded 
  • :’))))))))
  • so when he realized that he’s starting to fall for you, this would really shake him up man
  • he was sure as hell he didn’t want to be stuck in the friendzone 
  • bc like……..he was 500% sure he was never going to feel the same way about someone if you were to reject him…………….ur his best friend man
  • so he told you straight up what the deal was 
  • and if it was any other person you’d think it was kinda hostile how he kinda cornered you and basically stated all the reasons why he loves you and gave you a choice whether to love him back or not and it’s like ??? 
  • but it’s Jongdae so
  • you were like…………deal
  • but also you probably can’t help but kiss him bc his satisfied smirk is unreal
  • okay now we got that out of the way
  • dude he is nOT a morning person
  • and whenever he’d pull you back in his arms when you want to get up, he feels bad about it afterwards ??
  • “y/n I am so very sorry I put you in this situation here today”
  • “ok so why are you still cuddling onto my leg”
  • “………………….it’s warm and also have I told you I loved you yet ;;;;;;”
  • but when it comes to making breakfast foods, he’s hella ready
  • w/ his ‘kiss the chef’ apron and spatula and everything aw
  • however there won’t be much kissing going on bc he’s deadly serious about perfecting those eggs and cook the sausages at the right temperature
  • afterwards he’s like “aren’t you glad your boyfriend is a great cook who spoils you every morning ;))))”
  • “jongdae it’s literally almost noon”
  • *feeds u a sausage* “shhhhh
  • in front of the other members, he will not hold back on his affections for you
  • he’s straight up french kissing you in their dressing room before a show and you won’t even realize how long you’ve been on the dresser until the members get agitated and call for him
  • “listen we know ur both like little lovesick bunnies but our company’s gonna literally kill us if we’re late to another show is2g jongdae”
  • he’s dead set on making you learn exo’s routines and honestly it’s so amusing
  • mostly bc you’re always complimenting him on his dancing skills 
  • “Aw baby you were dancing so great, you should join the dance line and leave all the singing to minnie”
  •  you probably will regret that bc he won’t stop belting off his high notes for the whole day bc you still low key hurt his feelings 
  • “no, baby, you gotta move your legs like this but keep your hand at your shoulder!!!!”
  • “babe look, I don’t think any normal human being besides exo can get the monster routine right just let me live”
  • “ok time for call me baby, then :’)”
  • he’s literally just always clinging onto your arm or waist 
  • and it’s kinda comforting bc you just have to turn your head and tell him a joke or something that just popped in your mind 
  • and he’ll always laugh and poke your sides 
  • and kiss your forehead all softly and probably makes you blush hella 
  • ohmygod I’m soft for him 
  • sometimes you’ll just be cuddled into his side as he plays w/ your hair and working on writing lyrics at the same time
  • and so he’ll absentmindedly hum along 
  • and freaks out when you speak up all of the sudden and tell him his voice is so soothing 
  • but now he’s screaming as he usually does bc you scared him lmao
  • he whines cutely in your ear a lot bc he knows it amuses you
  • he’s willing to slow dance w/ you anytime, anywhere 
  • like if he just hears a slow song or……….”Your song” playing, he’d pull you flush against his chest and leans his forehead against yours 
  • and the world just kinda slows down when you’re stood right here w/ him, so it ain’t all that bad 
  • always hyping him up over texts when he’s away and he happens to suddenly send you a selfie 
  • “OMFG that’s the loml?????? how is it legal for u to look like that in a suit when i’m not there ;((((”
  • but seriously tho he looks so fine in a suit
  • and he’s always dressing up and taking you out to fancy dates, but tbh all you’d care about is sneaking pics of him as he’s ordering or just staring at you without knowing
  • but he knows afagshdjkflglh
  • he loves taking baths w/ you and does it often after he’s worn out after practice 
  • and he’s such a gentleman like 
  • he’ll get out of the tub before you and hold up a towel and assist you when you step out omfg 
  • also always buys you flowers for no occasion ??? like he’s just 
  • “it’s what every boyfriend should do :’)”
  • jongdae pls
  • leaning your head on his shoulders as much as you can bc he’s so smol and soft and he loves this 
  • he’s just so cuddly in general like I don’t think you understand 
  • and also you should know that once he starts kissing you, things go downhill and neither of yall wanna stop anyway so
  • life’s good w/ dae 
  • so take care of him and love him and cuddle him 💛

Originally posted by sevnghyuns

BTS reaction: gf/bf/crush back hugging them while they’re brushing their teeth

ranmin10: BTS reaction when they were brushing there teeth in the morning and there GF decided to back-hug them sleepily and touch there stomach ?i think this shit is SUPER CUUUTTTEEE!!!!!!

Such a cute request *-* Thank you! - admin Evv

Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

He wanted to make a surprise for you. Jin left dance practice early. On his way to home, he went to buy flowers and something to eat, all for you. He was happy that, finally, he’ll spend some time with you, alone, without his members, your friends or any other random eyes on you. He quietly opened the door. When he found you sleeping on the couch, he felt disappointed somehow. He was planning all day what he’d cook for you and what you two will be doing this night. But he couldn’t blame you that you fell asleep. He took you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. A little bit disappointed he went to the bathroom to prepare himself for sleep. The last thing that he had to do was brushing his teeth. Still thinking about you, peacefully sleeping, he looked at the mirror. Your   little body showed in the mirror. Jin was curious as to what you were doing so he just stood there and he was looking at you. When you came and only back hugged him, mumbling something about fairies and unicorns, Jin smiled widely and let you hug him till he’ll finished. It was the cutest thing he ever saw. His little, cute y/n. All his disappointment disappeared and all his love that he has for you fulfilled him inside. This small gesture assured him how he wants to spend rest of his life.

Yoongi

Originally posted by new-message-bts

Their comeback is coming soon so he’s staying up till morning hours, always working on songs. This time he came back to home after 3 am. You were already asleep but you heard when he was closing door, even though he was trying hard to not wake you up, you heard everything. You decided to go to sleep, it was normal for you that he was coming back that late, so why should you care? But his heavy steps made you worried. You stood up and went to the bathroom. Yoongi didn’t notice when you walk in. When you saw his reflection in the mirror, your heart stopped. He looked like a ghost or zombie. Dark circles under his eyes which you didn’t notice earlier. Yoongi was tired, it had already been already 2 weeks that he was preparing everything for their comeback. You were half asleep but you wanted to comfort him so you lumber to him and back hugged Suga. At first he was surprised by your acting but after few seconds he started to be more and more relaxed because of your touch. The only thing that he wanted to do now, was going to the bed, lay down all night and all day with you in his arms. He would turn to you, give you a soft kiss and take your hand into his, walking straight to the bed.

Hoseok

Originally posted by jaayhope

It was a morning like others. Hobi woke up first like always. He knew that you liked to sleep in, so he wouldn’t wake you up. Before getting out of bed, he gave you a peck on the forehead and looked at you, thinking how beautiful you looked sleeping. Finally, when he took his eyes away from you, he went to complete his morning routine. He was happy and already hyped; the weather was nice, birds were singing, this day seemed to be great, and the most important thing: he woke up next to the person that he loves, which made his day perfect. Brushing teeth is boring. Hobi was dancing and trying to enjoy this activity. Then he felt someones hands playing with his shirt and his stomach. Similar touch made him laugh from happiness. He turned to you and gave you the most beautiful of his smiles. He made you lean back against the wall next to the washbasin. You didn’t know what was happening, you just woke up and you weren’t in contact with the world yet, so you didn’t pay too much attention on what your bf was doing. Hobi took your toothbrush and asked you to open your mouth. When you opened your mouth without hesitation, he laughed again how cute you looked when you were still half asleep. He put the toothbrush into your mouth and started to brush your teeth for his own. He was enjoying it to much, tbh but he didn’t want to hurt you so his moves would be really soft, he would treat you like a porcelain doll which can break after one bad move.

Namjoon

Originally posted by forjimin

It was a very special day. Your 5th anniversary. You started dating before his debut. This relationship was going really good. You understood each other like no one else. You could talk about everything, laugh together and cry together.
You two set up to meet in your favourite place, the park where you first met each other. But you had different plans. You called Namjoon to wake him up and say some cute words but the truth was that you were already outside his dorm. Jin let you in their dorm, he took all of the boys to leave you and Joonie alone.
You were listening to every his move because you didn’t want to him to find out that you were there. Breakfast was already prepared by Jin, you only had to prepare roses, candles and all romantic things that came to your mind. Namjoon wanted to look perfect this day (like he doesn’t look like this every second). It took him awhile to prepare himself. Clothes, hair, jewellery, a gift for you. You were already tired of waiting so you went to look for what he was doing. Namjoon was in front of the mirror practising weird speeches. You didn’t know what the speech was about, but you randomly came up to hug him and said “yes” like he was proposing to you. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, smiling and showing him dimples. Namjoon wanted to act angry at you, that you came into bathroom without any permission, but he failed; he was just too happy and excited for today.
Nj: Can I brush my teeth now?
Yn: Yeeees - you said in the most cute way you could. Namjoon started to laugh because of your cuteness. You were so adorable.
Nj: so, would you let me go?
Yn: of course not, I won’t let you go. I want to stay like this forever.
He didn’t mind it. He liked the feeling of your touch on his skin. This anniversary would be special, he knew this

Jimin

Originally posted by morekpopmore

You were spending holidays in his parents house in Busan. His family loved you. They saw how much in love you two were and how much support you were giving him. His mother already treated you like her daughter-in-law. You were happy that they accepted you, same with Jimin.                                                  It was your first morning here. You woke up first but you were too busy looking at Jimin and playing with his hair to get out of bed. He woke up, looked at you and quietly said “good morning” and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Finally Jimin stood up first. You were bored alone so you decided to go with him. Feeling your hands massaging his abs and your breath at his neck, he felt himself melt inside. Love filled all regions of his body. He gave you the sweetest smile that you ever saw from him. When he finished, he did the same thing with you. He just back hugged you, playing with your shirt and kissing your head. Jimin was really glad that he had someone like you by his side. Just small gestures you are making, smiles or words, were giving him much happiness. This moment didn’t last for too long. Because how long can someone be washing themselves for? Jimin told you to come back to bed. He went to the kitchen and prepared the best breakfast that he was able to make. He tried his best for you. He brought breakfast to you and you two ate in the bed. You were planning your time in Busan and even your future.

Taehyung

Originally posted by kimthwriter

You two weren’t a couple, actually you two were friends, really close friends. You acted like a couple, but no one took the  first step to ask the other one out. You were scared to dating a famous idol, and Tae didn’t want to destroy your friendship.
It was the first time for you to stay over for a night in his dorm. You had a lot of fun. Playing games, watching movies, shopping online and gossiping about everything and everyone. This was perfect. You fell asleep next to Tae and he didn’t mind, so he just laid next to you and went to sleep too. He woke up first. Your face was snuggled in his neck and his hand was around your waist. He spent  a few minutes looking at you, but he needed to solve his physiological problem, so he quickly stood up and went to the bathroom.
You noticed it when he left your side, but you didn’t say anything. After a few minutes you felt alone; you felt so good, safe and loved in his arms, you wanted to feel like this again. So without thinking, you went to the bathroom where Tae was. He was in front of the mirror, all smiley and happy, like never before. He was there only with his body, his minds was in a different place. He was remembering last night; your smile, your laughter, your face when you were focused at the game. He got a little bit scared when you back hugged him. He felt like the luckiest boy in the world. You told him that you wanted to cuddle with him because you felt good in his arms. Tae’s heart pounded like crazy. It was the first time he didn’t know what to say. He felt good in your arms too, and he didn’t want to be only a friend for you. He turned to you and hugged you tightly. He said “I love you” in the deepest voice, straight to your ear. This quick back hug just ended your friendship and started something new, something filled with love, care and a lot of cuddles.

Jungkook   

Originally posted by babybun19

You two spend all night watching movies, playing games and just enjoying being together. You were awake till 4am. Maybe you would stay even longer but Omma Jin told you to go to sleep. The boys had a free day so you could spend all day together and sleep for how long you wanted.
It was 2 pm and Jungkook woke up. All of the members already left the dorm to enjoy their free day. Jungkook wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t wake you up. You refused to get out of bed, so he decided to kick you out of there later. He woke up in a very good mood. He was singing, dancing and enjoying his bathroom routine (this sounds so weird). Jungkookie sang your favourite song which was “Butterfly”. When you heard his beautiful voice, you wanted to hear it more clearly. You went to the place where your bf was. He saw you; he just smiled and continued to singing with the toothbrush in his mouth. You came and hugged him from behind. It make him feel happy. Jungkook felt loved and he realized how much he loved you. It was only a hug and it made him the happiest person in the world. He was still singing, he took your hand, slowly pulling you to stand in front of him. You closed your eyes, enjoying his voice. He lifted you up, put you on the washbasin. His voice started to be more and more quiet. Suddenly he kissed you. It was a soft and mature kiss. After the kiss, you two just stared at each other. Words weren’t needed. Both of you knew what the other thought and felt.

anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction where you their s/o refuse sexy time😏 because you were jealous of how they were being so nice with a girl who was clearly flirting with them during their date. I hope it's not to confusing thanx xx

Here you go darlin:)


Heres a little something to set the mood:

It was the first time the two of you had a chance to go on an actual date in a while. Between his schedule and yours you were either to tired or too busy. While neither of you minded staying home in fuzzy socks and large t-shirts, you both had to admit you two owed it to yourself to get dressed up, make a reservation and enjoy a nice meal together. 

When the night came the two of you were so excited that you could hardly keep your hands off of one another, you almost didnt make it in time. He’d offer his arm to you, pull your chair out, kiss your temple; really everything that you’d see happening in those romance movies the two of you liked to laugh at. 

Dinner was almost over, your plates sat finished in front of you while the two of you laughed with fingers intertwined on top of the table. It was pure fun. Pure happiness and pure love. That was until a long legged woman walked past the table, her head snapping back to the two of you as she took a double take of your boyfriend. He noticed this and immediately removed his hand from yours as he looked up. 

“Wow you look familiar.” shed say in a flirty voice, obviously she knew who he was but playing dumb seemed to be a tactic she thought would work. You expected him to just nod and look back to you, but as a slight blush met his cheeks and he smiled widely you felt a ping in your heart and immediately you crossed your arms, staring angrily at her. 

She talked for only a few seconds before you looked up at her, stood up, looked at him and said. ‘Im going to the car.’

He wouldn’t be far behind you, obviously there would be a few minutes to spare since he still had to pay. At least he followed me you thought. The car ride back to your shared apartment would be quiet. He’d try to hold your hand, to place his hand on your knee, really anything to touch you. He’d try to break the silence but there was no point. He should only be looking at you that way. 

You got back to you home and immediately took your shoes off, not caring what he was talking about now. You stood in front of your closet and stripped your dress but before you could slip your favorite oversized shirt on you’d feel him wrap his arms around your waist and his lips pressing firmly against your neck. What he was getting at wasn’t an apology, that was made obvious when he pulled you into his front and making sure you could feel every inch of his member….

Jin:

‘Stop touching me.’ You’d say walking out of his arms and pulling the shirt the rest of the way over your head. ‘Jagi..’ he’d say. He’d know exactly why you were mad, but he didn’t realize how mad you were until you walked away from him. You were never able to resist his neck kisses. He’d chase you around the apartment apologizing for what he did. ‘Jagi I was just caught by surprise, you know i would never, ever do anything to make you feel less than what you’re worth.’ ‘Well, you did Jin.’ You’d say now looking straight to the tv you had flicked on. ‘y/n Im sorry, I thought I was just being polite.’ You scoffed and finally looked at him. ‘Stop talking, you’re making things worse.’ He’d freeze and stand there looking at you with hurt eyes for a few minutes before taking half a step towards you before realizing that probably wasn’t a good idea. He’d leave, not wanting to make you any madder than you were. He’d search for an open shop, ignoring everyone who called his name until he found was he was looking for. With your favorite flowers and an array of things that he knew always made you feel better he’d nervously run his hands over his jeans before opening the door. His heart would drop when he saw you, knees tucked to your chest and tears running down your cheek as you stared absentmindedly at the tv. ‘Jagi?’ He’d say catching your attention. You wouldn’t smile, but relief would be visible in your eyes as you stood quickly. You thought he had left to find the girl, that she had given him her number and he was then with her. His gifts would mean nothing more than he was thinking about you and came right back to you. ‘I love you so much y/n’

Yoongi:

He would have caught up to you as you walked quickly down the hallway and so he could take a girl grip on your hand before you made it to the living room. . You’d stumble slightly into his chest at the sudden force of him stopping. He’d hold you tight as he crashed his lips to yours, trying everything to try and save this near perfect night but the moment you pushed his chest away from you all grip would be forgotten and anger would start to boil. ‘Why are you being like this?’ He’d groan annoyed. ‘Seriously?’ You’d asked, actually surprised he didnt realize what was going on. ‘I don’t know Yoongi, how about the fact that the moment someone steps in front of me your all smile and googly eyes!’ You’d sat puling yourself away from him once more as he reached out. He wouldn’t take this very well, you knew that being faithful was the one thing he believed in and what you were suggesting wouldn’t sit well with him. You’d fight, well it would be more you pointing out what he did and him agreeing with you but very loudly. He’d try again to pull you close and when he realized you weren’t going to fight him this time he’d kiss you softly while mumbling soft ‘I’m sorry’s’ and ‘I love you so much’s’

Namjoon:

You’d know he knew exactly what it was he was doing when he started to let his eyes droop just enough to turn his gaze from sweet to sexy. You huffed and pushed him away from you, now that look being the only thing you could see. ‘Baby, whats wrong’ He’d say trying one more time to wrap his arms around your waist. ‘Leave me alone Namjoon.’ You’d say sternly before walking out of your room. He’d shake his head and wait a long second before walking after you. ‘Talk to me.’ he’d say, all of the mushy love that had toned his voice before gone. ‘Why. Obviously your still looking for the next best thing.’ you’d say crossing your arms. His shoulders would drop and he’d fully understand everything. ‘Jai please. You’re the best thing thats ever going to happen to me. Please just forgive me.’ He’d say, his face soft and his hands now outstretched, waiting for you to give in so he could hold you close to your chest. 

Hoseok:

When you pulled out of his grasp he’d look at you with worried and confused eyes. He wouldn’t understand why’d you scoff at him when he tried kissing you. ‘Jagi what happened?’ He’d asked following you to your shared bed. ‘I just don’t want to be touched, Hoseok.’ You’d say getting yourself into bed and laying so your back faced him. Now he would be very worried. You never called him by his full name ‘Jagi?’ He’d say now wringing his hands nervously. When you didnt respond he’d take a hesitant step towards you before fully deciding he wouldn’t be able to sleep if you were acting like this. He’d beg you to talk to him and when you finally sat up and laid one into him he’d look down to his hands and say quietly ‘Jagi I was just trying to be nice.’ Youd know he was telling the truth but still it would be hard for you to get over. ‘It still happened Hobi.’ you’d whisper, now feeling small and a little stupid for being so jealous. ‘I love you more than anything. Please y/n.’ To this you’d just sigh, biting your lip and avoiding eye contact before kneeling up and holding your arms out to which he’d quickly take place in. ‘I love you so much, please don’t be mad at me, I hate myself when your mad.’ He’d say as the two of you laid back and  held each other close. 

Jimin:

He’d know exactly what was wrong when you pulled away from him and pulled the shirt over your head in a frustrated way. He’d shake his head and smirk, laughing once to himself before following you out into the kitchen. He’d watch you grab a glass and start to fill it. ‘Are you seriously jealous?’ He’d say still smirking, thinking how cute it was. It wasn’t until your glass was full and you turned to him and he could see that you were so mad that tears were starting to well. His face would immediately fall, seeing just how much he had actually hurt you started to brake him inside. ‘Jai no.’ He’d say stepping forward, but you had moved around him just as the tips of his fingers grazed your shoulders. ‘Y/n come here, please.’ He’d say following you. When you stopped to turn around so he could see the single tear that had escaped he’d quickly grab onto you so you couldn’t sneak away this time. ‘I have never ever thought of anyone but you. I can’t. I love you so much.’ He’d say kissing your head and flexing his arms around you so you could feel how he held onto you with everything that he has. ‘Ill never do that to you again, I’m so sorry baby.’ He’d whisper as his thumbs caught the next tear that fell. 

Taehyung:

a/n: im winking at one of you

He’d catch your hand and spin you around to face him, his loud loving smile gone. ‘Why are you acting weird.’ He’d say looking so far into your eyes you’d think he’d be able to read your mind. ‘use your brain. I’m tired of always having to explain myself.’ You’d say pulling away from him and walking away. He’d catch you one more time, this time his hands moving to hook behind your neck, his thumbs pressed softly to your cheeks. ‘You can’t just walk away from me. I thought we had a good night?’ ‘We were having an amazing night, Tae! But then you let it get stirred up but some bimbo on stilts.’ You said turning you head so you could avoid his deep gaze that was making you feel silly. ‘Are you serious?’ He’d say, not a hint of humor in his voice. 'Why don’t you ever look at me like that.’ You’d choke. His heart would drop and he’d feel sick. ‘Look at you like what?’ He’d say trying not to think about what he knew you were saying. ‘Like I was the most interesting, beautiful thing in the room.’ You’d say tearing over now. ‘You are the most interesting and beautiful person I’ve ever met. I promise you that wasn’t what was going through my head.’ ‘then what was.’ you tested, still trying to slightly pull your way out of his grip. ‘I was thinking about all the jokes you and I would be making when she walked away.’ he’d say smiling sadly. You knew he was telling the truth, people watching was one of your favorite things to go together. When you sighed he’d pull you closer and kissed your forhead, wanting nothing more than to just hold you. When you wrapped your arms around his middle he’d smile and pull you tighter. ‘Im sorry if you thought I wasn’t being true to you Jagi, I love you so much.’

Jungkook:

‘Don’t touch me Jungkook.’ You said sternly pulling his arms off of your body. When you walked away from him he’d just stare after you, completely dumbfounded. It would be the bathroom door slamming that made him realize something definitely wasn’t right. He’d knock on the door a few times, first softly with a light ‘jag?’ to turn loud and needy as he really started to worry. ‘Come out right now, what is wrong with you!’ He’d yell, his voice so loud that he almost missed the soft sob that came from deep in your chest. ‘Jagi I swear open this door, what is wrong!’ He’d say, panic setting in as he started to imagine the worst things possible. He’d be surprised when you flung the door open. He’d stare at your reddened eyes and the black mascara that you had obviously were trying to remove from your face. You were tearing in that moment, every feature on your face had turned from sad to furious. His eyes would start to sting at the sight of you, going full glossy when you yanked away when he tried to place a soft hand on your forearm. ‘Leave me alone.’ You’d say starting to turn, but this time he caught your arm and made you turn. ‘Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.’ he’d growl. You yanked away from him and held your ground despite the tears that still slowly trailed down your cheeks. ‘One night. All I wanted one night out where you weren’t Jungkook from bts. Not only did you give someone your complete attention and fully ignore me, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. Don’t lie to me, you were kissing my neck because she turned you on.’ you bit at him. He blinked twice shocked by what you had said. Hi face quickly fell after the initial shock though as he pulled you closer. ‘I was kissing your neck because I thought we had the best night of our lives together. I didnt want it to end.’ He said wrapping his arms tightly around your neck and burring is face in the crook of his elbow. ‘It was a perfect night Kook.’ You’d say, your arms still by your side. ‘Im so sorry. I don’t know what to do to make it better.’ He said sniffling slightly. ‘I just want to go to bed.’ You said with one long blink. ‘Can I hold you? Please.’ He’d say stifling one more time. All you did was nod and turn around, but that nod meant everything to him as he quickly stripped his dress shirt and tie, not caring if he was still in his dress pants. He’d climb into bed and pull you close as quickly as he could just incase you changed your mind. 

More langst

Lance used to self harm. He’s stopped, in a way. He doesn’t leave scars anymore. But he hates the ones he does have.

His long sleeved shirts and sweaters hide them good enough.

But when he showers, he looks at him arms. The scars are ugly and look so bright and apparent to him. So he scrubs at his skin until it hurts. His skin is red and he still scrubs. Sometimes he’ll scratch, hoping the red lines he leaves don’t become scars.

Sometimes the scars don’t bother him in the shower. But the urge to self harm is so strong, he feels it wrap itself around him like a weighted blanket. He doesn’t want to leave marks, so he’ll turn off the cold water. His skin is burning and he crumples up against the heat. He’s about to move but freezes.

“I deserve this.”

He lets the water burn him as he stands there. As the water starts to turn cool, he turns it off. He looks at the fogged mirror and sees his silhouette.

He takes a deep breath in and clenches his fists. His nails digging into his skin but he does nothing. He holds himself back from doing worse to himself.

When he tried to sacrifice himself to save someone in battle, he does so in the hope of finally doing something worthwhile. Of him FINALLY being useful.

When he makes jokes and knows that they are usually ignored or just seen as annoying, he hopes that even if he’s seen in a bad light, they at least remember him.

Because growing up in a big family, a lot of the times whenever his sisters or brothers or parents told a story they’d forget he was with them. They’d forget he was there with them, and if they did remember, it was usually in the terms of “me and someone else, can’t remember who-” and that hurts.

“Am I really that replaceable? Am I that forgettable?” His insecurities started from a young age so he doesn’t care if he’s seen in a good light or a bad light. As long as someone remembers him.

So it hurts when Keith has no idea who the hell he is. Because maybe he is that replaceable and forgettable.

He get jealous of the way everyone seems so close. He’s jealous of how Shiro and Keith’s closeness. He’s jealous of Pidge and Hunk. He’s jealous of Allura and Coran. He has no one. Just…. Himself.

He knows he does it to himself. He doesn’t want to tell people the problem but sometimes he wishes that they’d care enough to ask. Or even notice that his smiles don’t always reach his eyes.

And it hurts when the other paladins don’t really want to hang out with him. It hurts when he stays in his room by himself for days and no one really notices.

He picks his face. He can’t help it. If he has a blackhead, he’ll pick at the skin until his finger nails have blood on them. He feels a bump and honestly it’s nothing. But he picks at it anyways. Some days when he feels like he’s breaking out, he’ll pull out his face masks. They make him feel better but he only has so much left so he uses them sparingly.

One day after he has a break down, he just can’t pull himself back. He uses the face mask. He can’t help but have a burning shower. On this day, he actually wipes the foggy mirror, staring at himself. The bags under his eyes seem to be darker than normal to him. His skin has steam coming off of it.

“Have I looked like this for a while?”

He wishes Hunk had never grew apart form him. It wasn’t s huge change, honestly the only thing that changed was him. He felt like he was holding Hunk back from making better friends.

Hunk still cares for him. He just thinks that Lance is pushing him away, wants his own space. Thinking it’d be best to let Lance deal with whatever he’s dealing with and coming around to him later, Hunk doesn’t seek him out.

Keith noticed. He noticed since they first met. And it annoyed him. “How can he just pretend everything is fine when it’s not? How can he be so fake?” It’s one of the reasons Keith doesn’t like him. But as things get worse, he starts to back off. He’s worried, but how the hell do you approach someone?

Pidge notices Lance is a little off. She doesn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly is going on or how to help him out. So she hopes someone who knows will help him.

Shiro doesn’t notice. Honestly, he has so much going on he doesn’t notice half the shit going on between the paladins. Same with Allura.

Coran though. He sees how Lance is hurting. He tries to help, he really does. He asks Lance how he’s doing but he keeps brushing him off. “I’m fine, how are you Coran?” Is the usual answer.

Lance thinks he hides it so well. And true, if you weren’t around him a lot, you’d never notice. But they do notice. He just doesn’t know.

So his vicious cycle continues. And he feels utterly alone. And remembering they’re in space makes it worse.

Lance was used to being sick. Growing up with all those younger siblings made him a victim of many colds, flus, and stomach bugs. He considered himself a master at illness. Or so he thought. Lance was jerked awake by his alarm that sat on the dresser beside his bed. It sounded as if it were underwater. When Lance raised up to turn it off, he knew immediately that something was wrong. His ears were ringing, echoing in his head and wincing at the noise. He also had this deep ache throughout his entire body, even his bones ached. As Lance shook his head to try to clear the ringing, a wave of nausea hit him. Lance was familiar with vomiting. It always happened in a process. First, his palms and forehead would become clammy. Second, his stomach would cramp as if someone was tying it in a knot. Third, he would get this coppery metal taste in his mouth like he had a mouthful of pennies. And that’s what he felt right now. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the saliva and bile down. He couldn’t be sick. Not today! The team was supposed to be going over new strategies and then train. He promised Keith that he would fight hand-to-hand combat with him so he wouldn’t have to use a droid again. And Lance wasn’t the type to go back on a promise. His mama raised him better than that.
~~~~~
“Lance! Did you hear what I just said? This is the second time you’ve fell asleep! This is important information that you all need to know!”
Lance swallows thickly and nodded at Allura. This was a bad idea. Lance was trying, really, but he was just so exhausted. His eyelids weighted a ton, and he couldn’t keep them up. His hair was stuck to his pale forehead with sweat, but he was still shivering. Shiro sent him a concerned glance, but Lance waved it off. He wouldn’t be seen as weak. He wanted to prove his worth to the team, that he was strong. He wasn’t going to let the team down, so he made himself focus on Allura’s blurring figure as she continued.
~~~~~
When the time for training to come around, Lance was worse. It hurt to move his limbs, too sudden movement made him nauseous, and the was a sharp pain behind his eyes that continuously throbbed, his head feeling like it was going to explode.
“Hey, Lance! Are you ready to train?”
Lance blinked at Keith, trying to process what he had just said.
“Uh..Lance?”
Lance blinked a few more times before coming to his senses.
“O-Oh! Yeah, let’s do this! Eager to get your butt kicked?”
Keith stared at Lance, noticing something was off, but brushed it off. Lance was always acting weird, so he didn’t think too much about it.
“In your dreams, Lance.”
They made their way to the training room and faces each other, braced into crouched stances. Lance tried to focus, but it was like fog was inside his head, and there were suddenly three other Keiths in front of him. He vaugly hears Keith say something and before he can say ‘what’ Lance is on the ground. His head hit the floor and stars formed behind his eyes.
“Oh my god, Lance?!”
Keith reached down from him, but Lance pushed him away. He tasted pennies. Fumbling to get on his hands and knees, Lance tried to crawl away, but his stomach suddenly twisted, and Lance couldn’t hold back. Retching loudly, tears streamed down his face as he violently brought up lunch and breakfast. Even after his stomach was empty, he continued to retch, tears streaming down his face. He begged for it to stop, he couldn’t breathe. He could hear Keith shouting, but he couldn’t focus, couldn’t hear. When he felt like he was going to pass out, his stomach finally eased. Lance crumpled to the ground and could barely feel the hands that was on his face. Lance closed his eyes tightly, tears still streaming as he took in ragged, greedy breaths, and shivering uncontrollably. Then the hands were gone. Lance didn’t know how long he laid there. It could’ve been hours for all he knew. But then he felt someone pick him up. He heard Shiro’s voice.
“Lance? Are you okay?”
Lance just groaned and squeezed his eyes tighter. “
Come on Keith, let’s take him back to his bed and ask Allura what we should do.”
As Shiro walked, the rocking made Lance sleepy, which he gladly welcomed.
“He should’ve said something to us. What if we were in the middle of a mission or a battle? Lance would pretty much just get in the way!”
Keith whispered. Lance was ashamed that he was so weak, especially in front of Keith and Shiro. Lance just wanted to prove that he belonged as a part of Voltron, that the team can count on him. Lance’s last thought before he let sleep consume him was that the only thing the team could count on him to do was let them down.

perspective

this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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