he looks so good in that white suit

I also just have to say that I’m so excited about this band! First off, I fucking ADORE that he’s got two women in his band. Women killing it on drums and keys, yes yes yes! And this is ofc only based off of these two songs but they’re sounding so good together. And look at their outfits?? They all look epic, so 70′s, so cool. Suits, ruffles, white shirts, patterns. And Harry fits right in with his rolled up white shirt, plaid pants and Gibson. 

They’re in matching Gucci loafers too, like come onnnnn, I love that

and these guys’ harmonies were on point as well! All of them sang well!

This is gonna be GOOD, I tell ya

Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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anonymous asked:

what are your favourite 'looks' on jungkook? feel free to provide photo support ;)

i love every look on jeon lmao whatever he does makes me lose my shit anyways but i’ll give you my faves!!!!! 

btw this is going to be a long fucking ride 

denim jackets on any man look good,,,, but denim jackets on jungkook oh boy that’s some next level pain  

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Business and Pleasure - Part 9

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,715

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by snowfox934

In the hours that passed, you found yourself growing more and more excited for your date with Bucky.  It was strange, you thought, that your situation had changed so quickly. Your relationship had more than its fair share of ups and downs so far. Perhaps this was going to be the turning point.

After Bucky explained the photo, you immediately texted Wanda, filling her in on everything that had happened that afternoon. You didn’t mention the fight that the article caused, though. If she had known, she would have felt extremely guilty. It wasn’t her fault, after all. Even if her text had led to your rash actions, she had only been trying to protect you, to make sure you were safe and happy. She meant well.

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anonymous asked:

Hi hi scenario where jimin is your boss and likes you since you starded working for him. He gets jealous and angry when he sees his worker flirt with you and take his anger at you. (You think he hates you but sometimes he is really nice to you the sweet side him makes you like him) at late night work you two fight it drives you to quit but he doesnt want to let you go and things leds you to sex (kinky, heated and with a lot of dirty talk) later he confesses to you... LOL sorry to detailed

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With an indignant growled your hands balled up at your desk seeing the large file that was just dropped down by your boss’s assistant. You clicked your tongue nodding your head, slowly trying to get your anger down and under your belt. But Jimin always did something that would seem to piss you off whenever you came into work. It made no sense it was like he fucked with you on purpose because he knew that he could get under your skin and cause a reaction out of you.  You pressed your feet into the ground one into the other your hands drumming against your leg as you made your way towards his office. Knocking harshly on the door, listening to his receptionist shout “he’s busy” well too fucking bad! Storming in you saw Jimin there his hands pressed down on the desk in a general meeting. All his fellow company heads sitting down looking at you, and their looks were anything less than intrigued. You had on a simple dress that was skin tight and curved up your body but the ends flared out in a wave motion, the dark soft blue dress bringing out your eyes. Your heels were thigh high boots that you just had to wear on this cold day (and you knew that Jimin would be looking) but seeing him right now you regretted all of it.

“Miss Y/N.” Jimin said sternly after getting over his shock of seeing you and of course you looked breathtaking like always but today you had gone overboard with him always bursting through his doors as if you owned the place, it was time to put you in line.

“I’m.. Sorry I can come back.” You muttered quietly as you tried to back up.

“No. You wanted to come in and interrupt us. Please tell me what was so important that you would interrupt a director board meeting.” The way Jimin said those words made your skin crawl. And looking at him, the black suit and white shirt with a black tie looking good on him. His light brown locks falling into his eyes and a golden earing shined from where he stood. He was so sexy, his thighs looking firm and taut in those slacks. Swallowing you sighed not wanting to do this in front of all his friends, all the fire in your system down and dead now. Hesitantly you opened your mouth holding up your file.

“This is too much work on top of everything else, I can’t finish this tonight.” You were going to keep going but one of the men started laughing, looking up at you he tilted his head.

“Did you really come interrupt the head of your company to tell him you couldn’t do his work? Didn’t know you let your workers run so.. Wild here Jimin.” The male with dark brown hair stated, a goofy deep laugh from his throat as he watched Jimin whose ears flared up.

“Excuse me?” You asked steadying your feet because that was over the line. “Wild?! Did you call me wild?”

“I said all of his employees and I certainly didn’t stutter but it warms my heart to know you can hear. Now if you will excuse us grown men are talking.” He called himself dismissing you, and your eyes opened wide a few dry laughs from your throat as you took a step forward the heat from your anger radiating off your body.

“Grown man?? You sound like a fucking child who just lost minutes at recess. How about you watch your mouth and don’t tell me what to do because you’re not my fucking boss and even if you were which you would never be I would never-“

“Y/N!” Jimin shouted your name harshly. The fire in his eyes told you that it would be in your best interest to keep quiet. “Right now, you are acting like a child and I am very disappointed in you, either do the work or pack up and don’t come back.” Jimin warned causing you to slowly back away from him and storm off in a heat of emotions. And ever since that day a week ago, you had never stepped foot in his office again or even bothered to say shit when you were tired and overworked.

“Don’t feel to stressed Y/N I have to do the same work that you do and I know together we will get through it.” A cute nerdy co-worker told you, his hand on your shoulder as he tried to comfort you and soon he was hugging you close around the waist, his hands tightly gripping onto your hips. Jimin saw all of this and he became more upset at you and the guy touching you, to the point where he had his assistant drop a massive stack of files onto your desk. Seeing the stack, your mind went blank. You couldn’t go into his office and demand he talk it out with you, it would only end in you possibly getting embarrassed by someone again. Sighing softly, you leaned back in your chair waiting for the day to end.

Chuckling lightly with your feet propped on your desk you made sure that you were not doing a fucking thing during work. Playing on your cellphone watching the images pop up on your screen as you dashed the little cookies across the flat surface sighing in contentment. Once the last person from the job packed up their shit and was leaving, you grabbed the files and shut down everything at your desk walking towards Jimin’s office because you knew he stayed late on the weekdays so he could go party on the weekends. Meaning his assistant was gone as well. Hearing slight grunts and groans you pushed open the door of his office seeing Jimin hunched over his paper work, annoyance in his rigid position. He had taken off his suit jacket leaving him in just a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie loosened a bit, and from what you could see it looked as if he had on gray pants and a belt.

“Unless you’re here to say you have finished my work I told you that you could go home Ms. Jieun.” He called his office assistant name making you smile as you slammed the door and walked up to his desk, slamming the large files on it. Some papers scattered everywhere and Jimin’s facial expression was priceless. Eyes raised behind his clear oval glasses, and mouth hanging open at the fact that the papers were getting disorganized.

“I’m not Jieun, but I am quitting so have a nice night and you know fuck you.” You smiled sweetly turning on your heels walking towards the door.

“Such a spoiled brat.” Jimin spat through clenched teeth, his eyes roaming over your curved figure, eyes going to your ass waiting for you to halt in your tracks and when you did he kept going. “What can’t get your co-worker to drool over you and do your work so now you quit you little baby girl?” He asked in a teasing small voice mocking you. Turning around on your heels you felt your anger rise more with that man.

“Fuck you, besides it’s not my fault he’s a real man.” You tried to hit below the belt.

“Baby anyone can be a real man to a spoiled brat like you. Your problem is you don’t know your place. And you aren’t quitting you’re going to come clean up these fucking papers and finish your work. Either right now or early in the morning.” Jimin stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Feeling extra smart with him, your hands crossed behind your back as you walked forward towards him. Leaning over his desk with a crooked smile you looked him in his eyes.

“Make me.” You said teasingly. In a flash your head was being brought down to the stack of papers on the male’s desk. Jimin smirked getting up as he held you in place walking around you slowly and keeping you there he leaned over you pulling your head back by your hair, his hand going down to slap your ass through your thin tight pink skirt, His hand gripped at the hems pushing it up over your plump ass.

“Gladly.” He stated as he positioned himself behind you, his eyes taking in your body greedily from head to toe.

“Y-you can’t do this!” You shouted to him and he started slapping your ass again causing you to wince and squirm under him.

“Aww does it hurt?” He tsked softly ripping at your panties pulling them from your body. He spread your legs wider looking down at your pussy his hand moving to grip and pull your ass cheek apart from the other groaning as he saw your body exposed to him. “I can do whatever the fuck I want because I’m the boss here and you’re the girl who is going to learn her place, and how to stop walking around acting as if you own the business and not me.”

You were going to retort, but Jimin even pulled away from you loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, if you wanted to leave you would’ve did so then, you didn’t know if he would have caught you or let you go but you choose to stay here and take this from him. And he couldn’t help but feel the pride swell up in his body. Jimin let his shirt hang open, taking off his belt he sat it beside your head pushing your body to rest against the files. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to use that.” He said to you leaning down to lick a stipe up your ass cheek. He reached his hands around your body, gripping at the front of your button up shirt he ripped it open letting the buttons pop from the places that they were intact landing in different areas of his room. He leaned down to lick down your neck slowly burying his face in your neck, he slowly rocked his hips against yours moaning against your skin.

“You don’t know how long, I have waited to feel your body under mine. And I know you do this to me on purpose, swaying your hips and interrupting me because you know I’ll look at this body and want to devour everything including this cute little pussy.” Jimin reached a hand down to slap at your pussy causing your hips to jolt, a groan passing through your lips as he pulled back to look at you. Gripping at his tie he kissed your lips, his mouth moving against yours to distract you as he got the tie around your neck, pulling it back he made your body arch as he got on his knees, he pulled the tie down hard enough to bit into your skin and cut off your breathing slowly. He got between your legs his face pressing against your plump ass cheeks as his tongue made quick work of coating your pussy lips with his spit. He licked up and down slowly playing with your slit until he was pushing his tongue on the inside licking against your clit slowly, moaning at how good you seemed to taste already. He stopped seeing your hands reach for the tie, you were trying to fight it a bit, especially since he was trying to tame you. Jimin with a frown pushed himself back up, grabbing at his belt he grabbed at your hands pressing them against your lower back and tightening his belt around your wrist even looping it in ways you didn’t know possible. He tried again, lifting your body back while each hand held an end of the tie and smiling proudly he went back to his work licking up and down your folds diving his tongue in to tease at your entrance.

“Well look at whose excited.” He snickered at how wet you were, spreading your legs wider, he pushed his tongue inside of your pussy moaning as he thrust it in and out slowly, his tongue swirling and coating your pink insides with his salvia. He moaned as he let his face press against your ass, his tongue pushing as deep as it could, thrusting and twisting so that he could find your spot. He curved it after sometime, not giving you more until he felt a slow push of your hips backwards. Looking up at you and focusing on your body he could see how your head was rolling back your mouth dropping open as strangled cries left your parted lips. He wanted more, curving his tongue and speeding it up making it vibrate on the inside of your pussy. He could feel your essence start to trail down his chin and drop onto his pants but he didn’t care he enjoyed the sound of your wet pussy as he tongue fucked you, how your breast hardened up inside of your black lace bra begging for his attention.

You were embarrassed by the fact that you were turned on already, how it felt to have him pressing his pink muscle inside of your tight pussy. Your hips were too busy following their own accord pushing back against his face, you could feel yourself become a little light headed but it only added to your excitement, your hands clasping together as you tried not to use much strength, his tongue seemed to find your spot giving a particular sharp jerk of your hips. Your body betraying you but your mind reminding you how he was your boss and this was against company policy. Damn that right now, you didn’t care you just wanted Jimin.

“Please.” You choked out hoarsely not entirely sure he heard you but he must have known you wanted something, because soon you were being slammed down on the desk, two of his fingers plunging inside of you as he loosened the tie a little bit looking down at you.

“What was that my good girl?” He teased brushing his fingers against your bundle of nerves, your pussy tightened around his fingers as you let out a cry of pleasure, his eyes searching yours as his long digits pushed and pulled in and out of you.

“Please fuck me!” You cried out, wanting to touch him, your bound hands gripping at the hems of his shirt.

“Hmm, I don’t know you haven’t been a good girl.” Jimin admitted with a frown pulling his fingers back and sucking on them.

“JIMIN PLEASE.” You growled out watching him make lewd sloppy slurping actions as he cleaned off his fingers, his eyes seemed to glow with mischief as the tips of his bangs fell into them.

“Get on your knees and prove you can be a good girl then I will.” He stated. Rolling your eyes, you almost didn’t do it until you saw him move to get his stuff. Scurrying to your feet you moved to get on your knees and you crawled over to him slowly, the carpet biting into your knees, as your boots rolled down your legs. Jimin walked the rest of the way, watching you and petting your head, he moved back to unzip his pants slowly, biting his lips as he undid his button letting his slacks drop and then his boxers. “I’ve waited on your tongue so long. I can’t wait to see those pretty lips stretched around my cock.” Jimin pulled down his boxers, his shaft lightly hitting you in the face. Your mouth watered as you saw the size and you couldn’t lie it made you a bit wetter seeing how big he was. Your tongue darted out after you took a moment to yourself, licking up the bottom of his shaft towards the tip. Jimin groaned lowly already throwing his head back, and despite hating him sometimes him letting you know he did feel you after fighting you so long made you want to do more and please him, your way of apologizing for being the brat that you sometimes were. Your tongue rolled against the tip of his shaft, your teeth nibbling on the mushroom feeling his cock twitch and the precum paint your lips. Licking it up your mouth parted as you sunk your mouth forward onto his shaft. He groaned gripping at the strands of your hair but he let you control it. Your eyes watered slowly as you forced yourself to take all of him in, pulling back to breathe and get your mouth wet you sunk back forward burying him into your wet canvas, your tongue rolling and licking side to side on the underside of his cock. Finding his veins your let your tongue play with them and trace the little paths while your mouth stretched around him, Jimin was a trembling mess trying to not rut his hips forward. But what did it for him, was when you grazed your teeth ever so gently across his shaft. A tremble pulled from his body that became littered with goosebumps. He tightened his grip on your hair, holding your head in place he started to slam his cock into your mouth making sure that he could feel the back of your throat brushing against his tip as he face fucked you. His balls slapped against your chin gathering the spit that formed there and dripped onto the floor, your eyes were becoming blurred with wetness, the outline of him not becoming apparent until you blinked away some of the wetness. Your eyes stare at him wanting to burn the image in your brain of how good he looked with his head down back and stomach tightening those define muscles popping out and the lines of his abs hardening with every clench of his stomach. How he called out your name in a husked voice dripping with lust wasn’t anything less than arousing and your pussy was creating a puddle on the floor itself. You were choking for him, the burn became more as you gagged a bit but willed yourself to hold it down, the sounds only adding to Jimin’s throbbing erection. He felt close, too close. Pulling back from you he slapped your face twice on the left cheek, gripping at your cheeks to squish them together causing you to moan.

“You dirty fucking girl do you see what you do to me? You got to fix this now, I’m too hard. And I’m needy for you. But at least it will be the real thing and not my hand getting me off. “Jimin admitted picking you up by your hair. He moved to quickly push you to the desk on your stomach first. His hands spreading your legs wide.

“A-aren’t you going to move the papers?!” You asked him as he ground his hips against yours his shaft becoming extra coated by your juices as your hips impatiently pushed back against his.

“No.” He said simply looking you in the eyes. “You get to clean it up after I fuck you.” Grinning in victory he slammed himself inside of you, his hands undoing the belt he grabbed at your hips steadying himself to bury himself balls deep inside of your walls. He made sure you took every inch, the warm wet walls causing a loud groan of pleasure to ripple from his parted lips. How his face twisted in pleasure as he slammed into you. Some of the paper files started to slide off the desk, in the manila folder and falling on the floor scattering faintly. Jimin didn’t care it made him fuck you harder to see how many files he could ruin while he ruined you in the process. His hand came up starting to slap at each of your ass cheeks, watching as your hips rolled from the slaps and took him deeper it seemed the slick smooth walls wrapping around him. He gripped your hips tighter, holding onto the skirt so that he could slam into your harder the smacking sound of your hips colliding bouncing off the walls and his hands pulled the fabric up some, watching your ass bounce against his shaft. Jimin grabbed at one of your hands spreading your ass cheeks wide with his free hand he pressed your middle finger against your asshole. “Fuck your pretty little asshole, I can’t double penetrate you properly so I want you to do it for me.” He commanded.

Before you could enter your finger inside of you he brought your hand up to his mouth sucking on two of your fingers coating them with his spit and keeping his eye contact with you before letting them go. Your skin burned slightly from becoming flustered by you found your puckered star pressing your slim middle finger inside of your tight asshole. Groaning slightly, you pushed it as deep as you could, moving it in and out slowly as he grabbed at both of your ass cheeks spreading them wide to watch you. “Look at how greedy that whole is too. How you just take my cock so well and your finger? You’re such a little slut that just likes to get filled, aren’t you?” When you didn’t answer Jimin slowed down moving agonizingly slow. “I asked a question.” He commanded wanting you to answer.

“Yes- yes Jimin! I’m a dirty slut alright now fuck me like it!” That was all he needed to hear. Pulling out of you he turned you onto your back, slamming you down to scatter more papers. You gave him a dark look and for the first time that day you saw a sheepish smile appear on his lips as he spread your legs back wide wrapping them around his chest. He leaned over you latching your mouth on his as he pushed back into you rocking his hips forward. Slowly fucking you until he built up speed, he continued to abuse your pussy winding his hips forward and making sure that his hips didn’t disconnect from yours too long. His tongue slipped into your mouth drinking up your cries of pleasure as your tongues tangled together. Your free hand moved to grip at his locks pulling them as you desperately tried to control the kiss which you had to submit too as he switched his hips to swirl and slam against your spot using that against you. It was like he was trying to shove his tongue down your throat, tracing it over every inch in your mouth until spit seemed to drip from your lips again he pulled back going for your breast. He pulled your bra down with one hand freeing your hardened nipples his mouth latched onto the skin taking his time sucking each one of them with his tongue lapping at the skin flicking up and down. He bit harshly on your nipples causing your head to roll back as his hand went down to your clit. He started a process of rubbing your clit in a fast circle with his index finger, only to stop and tap against the throbbing bud. Your hips pushed back against his and Jimin loving the fight you gave picked you up off the desk.

He moved you pulling out of you so that he could sit down and situate himself. Your hand moved from your tight asshole and you pouted slightly at the loss. He gripped at your hips once he was ready helping you slide down onto his stiff cock that penetrated you even deeper from this angle. You tried to push from him. Planting your hands on his lower stomach so that you could move and ride him but Jimin wasn’t having that knocking your hands from under you Jimin made sure that you were laying back against him. His hand reached around to rub at your clit as his hips snapped up. You cried out, body shaking on top of him. “Look at me.” Jimin urged biting on the inside of your arm.

You did as told, your hands gripping onto his hair. Your eyes searched him as he rubbed your clit harder with two fingers this time his hips slamming up against yours to press against your spot.

“Hnng~ ah-ah Jimin! Fuck Jimin!” Your voice and words were falling you, a mix of made up words leaving your lips until you couldn’t do anything else but moan for him. Trying to signal you were close but your head kept rolling back. Jimin smirked speeding up his ministrations on your body drinking in the sight of you now loosing yourself on top of him. As your orgasm got closer he paused his dick inside of you just rubbing your clit. Sure enough your hips raised off of him your orgasm sweeping through you and cum sliding from your body as he worked on your clit. He moaned seeing your essence shoot from your pussy slamming upwards to enter you again he made quick shallow thrusts into you, he could feel his own cock throbbing but he sought to get you off again, feeling the familiar clench of your walls around his cock. He had you cumming again in no time, almost breaking the chair as he let out a growl. He pushed you forward back on the desk gripping your hips to keep abusing your sweet spot the overstimulation had you grabbing back at him but he only gripped at your hand to hold it with his.

“In or out?” He asked short of breath his eyes rolling as he throbbed inside.

“In! In please Jimin give me your cum. I want your cum. I’m your dirty little slut I want to feel all of you just like in my fantasies!” You blurted out in the heat of the moment. Jimin gasped the news was too much for him and he came spilling his seed deep inside of your pussy. His hips jerked forward bruising your ass until he felt his cum leaving his system, slowing down his hips he leaned over you kissing up your arm slowly until he was kissing your temple, your sweaty baby hairs resting against your head as you gave him a lazy look.

Jimin scooped you up gently sitting back down with you in his lap, his fingertips rubbing at your sides as he gave a goof crooked smile.

“So.. You think about me. Like a lot lot right?” Hearing the boyish giggle from his lips had you rolling your eyes as you pushed at his shoulders, feeling the blissful silence be ruined.

“Go away you fucked up a perfect moment!” You complained but you were secretly happy to see this side of him once again, the side you loved so much.

“Well I don’t think we are getting anymore work done tonight, so how about I take you back home and you show me how I do it in your fantasies?” He asked kissing on your neck and you hummed smiling sweetly.

“They also include breakfast in bed and baths with Mr. Park.” You grinned kissing his lips.

“Always?” He asked in a shock tone peering at you through his bangs.

“Nope. That fantasy just started a few minutes ago.” You teased him shrugging your shoulders. Wrapping his arms tightly around you he stood up slowly sighing as he pulled out of you helping you get undressed.

“Like I said, spoiled princess but I would rather have you be mine… Are you?” He asked once again as you were walking to his door with him.

“I will agree to some terms and conditions.” You admitted smiling widely as you grabbed his hand leaning into his side.

“Well good because we don’t get to talk about these terms and conditions until your pretty ass is bent over picking up my papers and then maybe I’ll bend you over my desk, but all in due time little one. For right now I have a few of my own fantasies to live out including an elevator quickie.” He admitted picking you up and carrying you towards the elevator at the end of the hall, leaving the ruined office for someone else to deal with because he was not letting you leave his bed the next morning.

Closer.

Could you write something smutty where Harry and the girl are broken up but are somehow at the same party and at one point, she needs a lift and Harry decides to drive her home. During the trip, Naughty Girl by Beyoncé comes on the radio and she starts whispering the lyrics to Harry’s ear and at the end, they end up having sex.

Hii, so I know this is bot based on the song you wanted and I changed it up a lot. Still, it is loosely based on this request and the song ‘Closer’ by The Chainsmokers. I know it took me ages, I’m sorry. This contains smut so read at your own risk.xxx

Parties weren’t her thing lately.
Especially not when it was the party of her ex.
She had to come though, she promised it.
Y/N and Harry broke up four months ago. She couldn’t even remember why, only knew that she missed him more than anything.
But that didn’t mean she was ready to see him.
Tonight was his big party. The Another Man launch party. And she promised four months ago she would be there, no matter what.
Back then she didn’t know what would happen, didn’t know they would break up. She hoped he wouldn’t invite her but he did, sent her a text with the details and said he was looking forward to seeing her.
And now she was sitting inside the bar where the party was at. She was so incredibly uncomfortable and feeling so out of place that she wanted to get up and leave as soon as possible but somehow she couldn’t.
She was sitting there next to Gemma, sipping on a cocktail that didn’t have enough alcohol to make her feel at peace. Gemma kept an eye on her the whole time, noticing the little changes in her. Her hair has gotten longer. Her body looked like she did sports on a regular basis. Her makeup was different, her plump lips painted in a shade of red and her eyes framed with long curled lashes that would make any man fall for her immediately.
She looked amazing.
Even though she didn’t feel amazing at all.
She was only waiting for him to enter the party. Then she would say ‘hi’, congratulate him and then leave. That was her plan.
But when he entered the bar her plans quickly changed.
God, he looked good.
He was wearing a black suit which she assumed was Gucci, Yves Saint Laurent or any other expensive brand. He was wearing a white button down underneath which deserved the name ‘button down’ rather than ‘button up’ because only three buttons were done.
He wore one of those black silk scarfs that she loved to tug on while being on top of him and riding him so hard the headboard slammed agai-
“You okay?” Gemma asked quietly when she realized her brother was there.
“Yes.” Y/N replied.
No.
She wasn’t okay.
God, how she missed him.
He came over when he saw her. Her brain was screaming at her to leave, to turn around and hide in the bathrooms until he was gone but she didn’t. She stood up from where she was sitting when he reached her, a bit unsteady on her legs from all the alcohol she consumed.
“Easy, love.” he said and held onto her arm to steady her.
Has his voice always been so sexy?
“Hi.” she breathed.
“Hey.” he whispered.
They stared at each other for a few moments before Y/N cleared her throat and shrugged his hand off.
“Congratulations on your magazine. You did really well.”
She saw the sadness that flickered through his eyes when she pulled away from him but he caught himself quickly.
“Thank you, love.”
That’s when Gemma saved them both from the awkwardness.
“Hi, baby brother.” she greeted him and pulled him into a hug.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Y/N excused herself to get another drink, downing it within a few seconds. She wasn’t nearly feeling as drunk as she had to be in order to get through this party.
She watched from the bar how Harry mingled with everyone, shaking hands and exchanging smiles.
She thought she was fine. Thought she would get through this without needing to get absolutely wasted but apparently she was wrong.
She did that a lot lately, drinking. Not to a degree where it was dangerous but still enough that she knew she couldn’t continue like this. She couldn’t help it though.
She tried to interact with as little people as possible, really not in the mood for any small talk or any conversations in general.

Little did she know that Harry felt the same. He watched her, sitting there at the bar and looking so goddamn perfect that he realized again how pretty she was.
He knew he was breaking her heart all over again right now, and he hoped she knew that she did just the same to him. The last four months were breaking his heart.
And finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
He walked over to were she was sitting without stopping.
He couldn’t stop.
When he reached her he didn’t say anything.
He didn’t have to say anything.
She knew.
He pulled her off the bar stool, making her stumble against his chest but he made sure she was steady.
And then they left.
They left without saying goodbye or looking back. They took the back exist so no one would see them, walking until they stood in front of his black Range Rover.
He looked at her as if he wanted to ask if she was sure and she nodded. He opened the door for her and let her get into the back, following right behind and sitting down beside her.
And then she connected her lips to his. And it felt just like it always did. Nothing changed about the way his lips felt against hers. They were hot and soft, their plumpness just enough to feel so goddamn good.
She pulled him closer. Closer and closer. As close as there bodies could get.
Within minutes their bodies were bare, pressing and rubbing against each other but it wasn’t enough. They both knew they probably shouldn’t be doing this but god they couldn’t stop.
Harry was about to take the next step, about to connect them but she stopped him. He felt his heart stopping, his lips parting and goosebumps raising on his skin. No. She couldn’t want to stop him.
“Sit down. I-I want to be on top.” she whispered and Harry felt himself sighing with relief.
He did what she wanted. She remembered it. His favorite position. Her on top.
His breathing stopped when she sunk down on him. And when she rocked against him for the first time a loud gasp left his lips. A satisfied smirk grazed Y/N’s lips, her hands reaching up to his shoulders so she could steady herself.
And then she began to ride him for real. Her hips moved as fast and as hard as possible, making his body tremble and shake underneath her. They both knew that if someone walked by they could see the car rocking and hear their loud moans and groans but it didn’t matter. Nothing did but the pleasure they felt.
Y/N pressed her body even closer to his when her knees started to hurt a bit and nuzzles her face into the spot where his neck met his shoulder, her favorite place. She bit down on the skin of his shoulder, marking him as hers. Because he was hers.
Harry’s hands wandered from her hips to her ass, spreading the cheeks apart and squeezing them the way she loved. He helped her moving, making her grind hard and fast.
His cock stroked over all of her favorite spots and the hair at the base of it rubbed against her clit in the most perfect way. And she was close. So when she felt herself slipping over the edge she began to move even harder and reached behind her to stroke his balls. And Harry lost control. He came inside of her with a loud, strangled moan. His hot cum coated her walls with three thick ropes, some of it dripping out of her and dripping onto his thighs. She came as well, a scream rippling through her with the force and intensity of her orgasm.
She fell forward, against his chest with loud panting breaths constantly leaving her parted lips.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her body. He was scared he never got to do it again.
He felt the tears on his skin. The tears she cried into his neck. And when the first sob wrecked her body the first tear dribbled down his cheeks as well.
After at least ten minutes of crying and holding onto each other for dear life, she pulled back. Harry cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb wiping at her tears.
“I’m so goddamn sorry.” she whispered.
He shook his head. She had no reason to be sorry.
“No apologies, darling. You did nothing wrong.”
“I left you. I I was so goddamn stupid and left you. I don’t even remember why.”
“Because I wasn’t good to you. I yelled at you for not having time for me when I never had any time for you for three years. I-I started to resent you.”
“Do you still do that? Do you still hate me?” she asked in a whisper.
He shook his head again.
“I don’t. I was blinded by how much I missed you that I didn’t see how much I loved you. I forgot it.”
“Do you remember now?”
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded and pulled her closer.
“Of course I remember. I don’t know how I could forget it. You are the most important thing in my whole life. I never loved someone as much as I love you. And I’m not ever going to stop.”
She stared into his eyes for another moment in case there was any sign of hesitation or insecurity. But all she saw was love and sincerity.
So she connected her lips to his.
And she knew they won’t ever stop.

swiftiesfanatic  asked:

Amazing imagines!! I love them so much!! ❤❤ I think you've even written enough to start a masterlist soon! If you ever need any ideas/ideas for a rainy day here's a couple. However, please don't feel like I'm expecting you to write all these right now!! It's more of a compiled list of ideas for you if you're having a slow request day/just want to write them -Jealous Betty -Beach day for the gang/Betty in a swimsuit/Jughead in a swimsuit -Bughead napping together -Betty's parents walk in on them

Hey! These are all awesome! I think I’m gonna go with the hickey role reversal for today! Let’s give it a try!
***

School was ending in about a week, and summer was so close Jughead could practically smell the sunscreen and taste the countless milkshakes he would be devouring.
That being said…

It was hot.

And by hot he didn’t mean, warm with a light breeze, he meant crack an egg on it, it was smoking. He was sweating almost all the time and even with the windows open the Riverdale classrooms were boiling. Unfortunately for him that meant his typical wardrobe of flannels and jeans just wasn’t gonna cut it, and he most definitely was not gonna show up to school in one of those ridiculous tank tops with the sleeves cut down all the way to the bottom, he would leave that to Reggie and chuck. Tools.

Anyway, figuring out what to wear, that was still comfortable for him but also kept him cool enough so he didn’t pass out was a struggle. He wasn’t a shorts guy, unless they were bathing suit bottoms and he was at the beach, so he stuck to his jeans, these ones had a few holes so that should help atleast a little, digging in his drawer he pulled out the only light weight t shirt he had, it was a simple white v neck, nothing too crazy, but also something he normally wouldn’t wear without something else to cover it up, at this point he couldn’t care less, it was too damn hot.

“Looking good” he turned with a smile, meeting the eyes of the gorgeous blonde who had come out of nowhere. Okay so maybe there was one positive thing about the heat, Betty’s wardrobe had to adjust accordingly as well and man was he grateful for the tiny dresses that showed off her gorgeous long legs. Today she had on a white sundress covered in pink and red flowers, it skimmed her mid thigh and he fought the urge to run his fingers along the bare skin. As soon as he was about to retort with a witty comeback, her eyes got wide

“Oh my god” she looked horrified.

Whipping around to look behind him, confused as to what had her in such a state of panic she repeated a little more panicky

“Oh my god.”

“Betty? what the hell? What’s the matter?” She seemed to be at a loss for words and suddenly two more of the gang had arrived, both wearing Similar expressions to Bettys.

“What in sexy time?!” Veronica was practically bouncing she seemed so excited.

Kevin was moving his hands to jugheads neck, before he dodged them with a glare

“What are you all talking about.”

Suddenly Archie was rounding the corner zeroing in on Jughead

“Hey ma… hey! Nice hickey dude! Way to go” he slapped a hand to jugheads shoulder, smiling.

“What! What hick..what are you.” He was twisting trying to find the offending mark. He glanced up at Betty who was beet red and was desperately trying to hide her laughter.

“See Betty, I told you. It’s totally normal to give a boy a hickey, That’s so funny, Betty was just asking me about this at our sleepover last week.” Veronica said laughing handing Jughead her hand mirror.

He snatched the mirror and held it up to his neck. Sure enough, there was a purple mouth shaped bruise on his neck. Snapping the mirror shut he shook his head

“Bacon grease, it splattered.”

Everyone eyed him sceptically as Cheryl walked over

“Oh please, like you cook. Just fess up Jughead, who’s the mystery woman?” The redhead asked.

“There’s no one, you’re all nuts.”

The conversation was stopped short by the first period bell.

“Dude, were totally talking about this at lunch,” Archie said grinning

“Duh” Veronica added throwing a wave to Betty, leaving behind Jughead and Betty as Kevin kissed Betty on the cheek before walking off with Cheryl.

There was a moment of silence Betty smirking at her bright red boyfriend

“So… a tshirt today? No flannel.”

He stared at her dryly

“Wait till all of our friends find out what a little minx you are. You won’t be laughing then.”

Betty shrugged, smiling guiltily and turning on her heels to walk the other way , she quickly turned around and added

“No one told you to wear the worlds sexiest tshirt the day after our two month anniversary festivities.”
She winked and practically skipped off.

He slammed his head into the locker gently. She was gonna be the death of him.
**

By the time lunch came around the entire school was talking about Jugheads hickey, the rumors were everywhere,

Jughead was seeing Ethel,

Jughead was seeing a girl from central

And of course, Archie and jughead were a couple (that one was Reggie. Tool.)

Slamming his tray on the table besides Betty, she jumped up smiling and meeting his eyes.

The rest of the gang was already there and they instantly turned the conversation to hickeys.

Cheryl of course instigating it
“Well it has to be someone who’s aggressive, obvi, look at that mark.”

Veronica nodded “agreed. I could never do something that good, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty fiery lover.” She flipped her dark hair , smiling.

Cheryl nodded “and we all know how intense I am, but that’s good, even for me.”

Kevin said something that had Archie practically dying he was laughing so hard.

“And we all know it can’t be Betty, no offense bets but we all kind of agree, your not really the most passionate lover.”

Before Jughead could even think he had opened his mouth “try again, she’s pretty much the definition of passionate.”

Everyone at the table seemed to have stopped time, slowly turning their heads to stare at the pair in front of them. Betty was blushing so hard they thought she might explode and jughead was kind of just lost in his own idiocy.

“B..Betty?” Archie squeaked out.

“No way you’re lying.” This time it was kevin.

And Cheryl and Veronica were just staring, shocked.

Suddenly something in Betty snapped and she turned to Kevin.

“Actually, yes it was me. As quiet as you think I am, I am very very attracted to my boyfriend, therefore sometimes I get carried away. Can we please stop this conversation now.” She stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork.

The table went dead silent for thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.

“Boyfriend?”
“Carried away?!”
“How long?”
“How did you get it in that shape?”

Dropping her head to the table, she sighed as Jugheads arm came to rest around her shoulder, tugging her into his side.

“No questions, were dating, going on two months. That’s all you’ve gotta know.” The lazy tone in his voice left no room for argument and the table went silent once again.

Squeezing his hand in hers, she smiled up at him. This was far from over and they both knew that, but for right now, their friends were just gonna have to wait. They were happy, and that’s what matters.

office parties and painful memories

pairing: yoongi x reader
word count: 2.4k

    → listen i don’t know what this is. i can’t defend it. i have no idea. this is a shitpost. this is a circus of a fic. the worst. the absolute worst. i don’t know what this is. it’s specks. yeah, specks.


The first time Yoongi sees you, you’re standing by the piano with his mother in your navy blue dress and red shoes that sparkled so brightly that it always looked like you were walking on stars. He didn’t know yet, but he’d grow to love the bouncy pigtails that rested on your shoulders and your big eyes, which were filled to the brim with wanderlust and a childlike curiosity.

“Yoongi plays the piano?” you asked his mother, shyly tracing the bars of white and black.

“He’s very good, too.” she confirms, smiling empathetically before turning her head to the doorframe, meeting the deep, shy eyes behind raven locks. “Yoongi, you’ve come downstairs. This is Y/N, her family just moved in next door.”

His eyes only meet yours briefly before panic bleeds into his dark eyes.

All girls had cooties.

But not you.

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Princess of Themyscira: Part 5

AN: I’m just going to put this right here… .try not to hate me too much …

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four


    Often, your days on Themyscira were filled with training; both mental and physical. You could often be found running with your sisters, or practicing with your bow. When you were resting, reading, you could be found up in a tree; letting the breeze dance across your skin.

           In the three years since you’d come to Themyscira, you’d grown out of your awkwardness and into an Amazon Princess. You were strong, and you could fight. More often than not you were praised for your grace. Which is why, when you fall out of a tree while reading, and pop your arm out of its’ socket you’re more than a little embarrassed.

           Artemis teases you about it for days. Even worse, you’re forbidden from any physical combat. Instead you spend time playing strategy games with Io. Still, the sound of swords clashing calls your name. Io reads you like a book. With a smile, she begins packing up the game, before you walk to the stadium together.

           The rest of your friends are already there, you sit in the center of the group and listen to the conversation as you watch the fight. They only gain your full attention when they start talking about you, “She’s only been down for a few days and she’s already itching to get back in the ring.”

           You smirk at Artemis, “Enjoy your break while you can, I’ll be kicking your butt again soon enough.”

           Your sister smirks back, “The little princess has gotten cocky.”

           “I learned from the best.”

           There’s laughter, before a voice cuts through, “I would agree.”

           Your sister’s bow their heads as your grandmother approaches. Io makes room for her to sit next to you, and she takes your hand in hers, “You are your mother’s daughter, my little moon and stars.”

           You smile, “And my grandmother’s granddaughter.”

           She laughs, “Also very true.” She pauses, “I see the longing in your eyes, your desire to be on that field, so I am proud of you for listening to the physician’s orders of rest.”

           You smile, “I doubt I could take anyone with a bum shoulder any way.”

           Calyce smiles, “She’s too modest our queen. She has very quickly become one of the best.”

           Your group sits in silence for several minutes before the sound of a horn hits your ears. As a group, your heads turn towards the beach. You see anger in your grandmother’s eyes as she orders you, “Return to the palace.”

           Before you can ask what’s going on, they’re running. You watch as they grab their weapons and race towards the shores of the island, your grandmother leading the charge. You watch them go without a word, knowing better than to question her when she uses that tone.

           You slowly make your way back to the palace, hoping for some news or some idea of what’s going on. Instead, the palace guards find you and escort you to your room. You scowl as you close the door, and race to the window.

           You do your best to see something over the trees, when you feel someone’s breath hit the back of your neck. Spinning you throw a punch with your bad arm and immediately regret it. You wince as you meet sparkling eyes.

           Your own go wide, and your mouth opens and closes several times, before his name comes out of your mouth, “Bart?”

           He smiles and says, “Hey there Pretty Bird.”

           You smile as you throw your arms around him in a hug. His arms wrap around you, before he picks you up off the ground and swings you around. You can’t help but smile.

           Pulling back, you ask, “What are you doing here? My family, are they here too? What happened with the war?”

           He pulls you in for another hug, “Let me enjoy the moment for a second Pretty Bird. It’s been three years.”

           You smile and hug him again, before pulling him over to the bed. You watch as Bart’s eyes dart around the room, “It’s a lot different from your room at Wayne Manor. Remember that time your mom caught us making out on your bed?”

         You grin at the memory. Bart had been your first boyfriend, but before that he had been your best friend. For some reason the two of you had always clicked.

         “This is a different place, and I doubt my sisters will be any happier to see you than my mother was.”

         He grins, “You sound like your mom.”

         You shrug and sit on the bed, “It’s a way of life around here.”

The two of you sit in silence for several minutes before you ask again, “What happened to my family, Bart?”

           He’s silent, but he continues to hold your hand, “It’s funny, I keep thinking that if I let go of you, you’re going to disappear. Like you’re not really here. I missed you Pretty Bird.”

           You squeeze his hand, “I missed you too Bart, but I need to know.”

           He sighs, “Let me start by saying that the war is over, and we won … at a price. We’ve lost most of the league, and half of the team … including your mother.” You don’t realize that tears are streaming from your eyes until Bart reaches up and wipes them away. “The first major attack took out most of the League. Your mom led the charge, and it was a long and dirty fight. Lots of blood, and just horrible. I still have nightmares about it. We lost your mom, my grandpa, several lanterns, Green Arrow, and a lot more. But it provided the turning point we needed.”

           Bart’s grip on your hand tightens and he says, “The next major strike bought our victory, but it cost us even more. We lost Artemis, Conner, and L’agann.”

           You swallow before asking, “What about my brothers.”

           He smiles, “They’re alive, but at a cost.” You nod and he continues, “Dick is alive, but he’s not himself. He’s serious all the time and he rarely leaves the cave. Tim is paralyzed from the waist down thanks to a shrapnel attack. Jason is okay, blind in one eye, but he’s still Jason. No one’s seen Damian since the whole thing ended though.”

           Your voice is husky, “When was that?”

           “A year and a half ago. We’ve been swamped with cleanup and rebuilding. No one knew how to find you, until your parent’s lawyer contacted Alfred. You mom left behind instructions, and a will among other things.”

           You nod several times, trying to absorb the information, Bart places a hand on your shoulder, gaining your attention, “She left some stuff to you. Important stuff.”

           Slowly you ask, “What important stuff?”

           He shrugs, “Not sure, Alfred has it.”

           “And where is Alfred?”

           “Currently?”   

           “Bart.” You warn.

           “On the beach with what remains of the team and league.”

            You groan, before pulling him to his feet, “Let’s go.” He knows better than to argue, as he picks you up and carries you to the beach. It feels like old times as you watch your surrounding zoom by. It really reminds you of old times when Bart trips on the sand and sends you flying.

           You land with a crash, hitting your bad arm as you go. You grind your teeth to keep from screaming, as you push yourself to your feet. You’re very aware of just how quiet things are, as you stand and turn to face the two major factions of your life.

           Your eyes scan both crowds, before they land on someone you never thought you’d see again. He’s standing near the shoreline, his dress shoes scuffed with sand, and looking far too out of place in his suit.

           Still you can’t help but smile as you race for him. You can feel your sisters’ eyes on you as you throw your arms around the man you think of as a grandfather. His arms return the hug immediately. “Oh Ms Y/N it is so good to see you.”

           You take in his scent of mint and cigars and smile, “I missed you so much Alfred.”

           “And I you.”

           The clearing of a throat has you turning to stare at Jason. He’s dressed in his red hood gear, minus the helmet. He looks older, and the white of his blind eye is a clear indicator to what the war had done. Then he smiles and years seem to melt away as you throw yourself into his arms.

           He squeezes you tight before lifting you up and swinging you around, “I missed you something fierce squirt.”

           “I missed you too Jaybird.”

           He smiles, and let’s go before turning you to face someone new, and says, “He missed you too.”

           You stand in shock for several minutes. You’d never seen anyone other than your father in the suit, and Dick …well Dick looks so much like him in that moment that it hurts. He doesn’t open his arms to you, and that’s your first sign that something is wrong.

           Slowly, you make your way to him, before stopping right in front of him. You raise your hands to either side of the cowl, and he grips your wrists to stop you. Softly you say, “You were never meant to be him Dick. You don’t belong in the dark, you belong in a spotlight. You don’t have to be him.”

           Slowly, his fingers loosen, and you peel back the cowl. His face is the same, but his hair is a bit shaggy. You brush it out of his face and stare into his eyes. You see it there. He’s so tired of losing people, and in so much pain that it nearly overwhelms you. You pull him in for a hug, and slowly he reciprocates. His forehead leans against your shoulder and you feel the tears drip onto your skin.

           When he starts crying, you do too, because both your lives are different. You’ve both lost some of the people dearest to you. Your world has changed, and as much as you may wish, there’s no way to change things back.

Apple Juice (F)

Originally posted by jypnior

REQUESTED: a ceo!jinyoung scenario where he’s usually cold and distant towards people but towards you he starts to lighten up because you bring color into his world.

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 1490

Warnings: none :)

note: here you go, anon! idk if it’s good or not but i worked with what you gave me and i hope it’s okay haha! honestly i think the main idea of this is character development from cold to fluffy jinyoung. yeah… anyways… happy reading and take care -admin


It was just a normal day at the park, with the sun peaking through the leaves of the tree. You sat at a park bench with an ice cream in hand. It was a nice day and you decided to take a walk in the park to relieve your mind from all the stress you had. As you got up from the park bench, you walked down a nice sidewalk, shaded by the trees, as you enjoyed the scenery around you. But what really caught your eye was a man, dressed in a suit, bent down as he tried to pet the dog in front of him. You wondered what kind of man he was, wearing a suit in a hot weather like this. As curiously brought you towards him, you noticed that he was trying to get the dog to notice him. But obviously it wasn’t working out.

You walked up to him, just a few meters behind him, as you observed the way he tried to get the dog’s attention. You could already tell from his demanding voice and actions that he was a cold man. Or that’s what you assumed. But looking down at the your cone from your ice cream, you decided to help him with the dog.

“He’s not going to notice you if you act like that towards him.” You stated as you knelt down beside the man in the suit and broke off a piece of your cone. The dog immediately looked at you, giving you full attention, as you fed the dog the small piece of your cone. Smiling brightly, you turned your head to look at the man and widen your eyes.

He was handsome. Very handsome. With his black hair was perfectly swept to the side to his plump rosie lips, you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. His suit fully complemented his complexion making him look like a prince charming. His eyes made eye contact with yours and you felt your cheeks immediately rise in color, but you kept your cool.

“It’s hot outside,” You finally spoke up, initiating the conversation, “And you’re wearing a layered suit in this weather? How are you not sweating?”

“It’s for work.”, was all he said as an answer to your question. With that tone of voice, it sounded like he didn’t want to talk with anyone. It was like he was pushing you away. But you were determined to talk to him, or to find out who he is.

“Hmm.” You hummed in response as you two stayed knelt by the dog. You thought of different ways to talk to him and suddenly remembered the small juice box in your bag that you bought at the ice cream stand. You planned to drink it later on in the day to cool off but at this moment, you wanted to give it to him.

“Here,” You said as you opened your bag and handed him the juice box, “It’ll help you cool off.”

“No, thanks.” He replied back, turning his head away from you.

“It’s apple juice, come on.” You said as you stood up from the ground. “Look at you, half of your body is exposed to the sun and you didn’t even bother moving in the shade. If you sweat, you’ll need water to hydrate yourself. So take this.”

The man just looked up at you, scanning your features. You could tell that he was thinking thoroughly about your offer and stood up himself. FIxing his suit, he stepped back in the shade and turned his body so that he faced you. You could see the frustration in his face and could tell that he was annoyed with you but you didn’t care. So what you did was that you threw the juice box at him and surprisingly, he caught it.

Just about when he was about to open his mouth, two men in sunglasses and full on suit walked over to him and tapped his shoulders.

“Let’s go Mr. Park. You’re going to be late for your meeting.” As soon as you heard Mr. Park, you couldn’t help but feel like that name was familiar to you somehow. He did look like a celebrity. Perhaps, was he someone famous that you couldn’t recognize. But before you could say anything, Mr. Park turned his back on you and walked away, with your juice box in hand.

But little did you know that you were going to meet him again, two weeks later, at his office.



“I heard the CEO of this company is a complete ass.” The person next to you stated as around four girls sat in a row, waiting for the interview with the CEO. You applied as an assistant, hoping to get a job to help with your finance issues. You were surprised that you were the final five people that the boss himself chose. And here you were, sitting beside strangers who looked for the same job as you.

“Yeah, but I also heard he is really handsome and makes good money.” The other girl whispered quietly so only us four could hear.

“But that doesn’t matter, he’s an ass so why bother working for him when he doesn’t even treat his employees right.” And for awhile, you sat there in silence, listening to the girls gossip about the person whom you were about to meet. Was he really that cold? Just the thought of him being strict made you nervous.

“(Y/N).” You heard your name being called. Standing up, you fixed your skirt and hair as you followed a man into the conference room. You could feel your hands starting to feel clammy because of how nervous you were. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room, walked over to a chair that was laid out and sat down.

Your boss’ back was facing you so you could hardly look at his face. But it was something about his features that made you feel like you knew him. As soon as he turned around, you were shocked on who the person was which turned out to be the guy you met two weeks ago at the park.

“(Y/N).” He sighed as he walked over to his desk and sat down. “So that’s your name.”

“Did you enjoy your apple juice?” You asked, crossing your legs as you felt your heart race. Today, he looked even better than when you last saw him. He didn’t wear a suit. It was just a white button shirt with his sleeves rolled up. And you had to admit, he did look good.

“It was quite refreshing actually.” He chuckled, as you flashed you a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” You smiled back, feeling at ease. It was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart skip a beat. The way his eyes squint to form those eyes wrinkles were cute. And you couldn’t help yourself from falling for him. He was charming.

“You’re here for the interview, I presume?” He asked as he scanned your face. You nodded your head in response as you watch him smile again.

“Well I can’t hire you.” He sighed, throwing his hands in the air and raising his eyebrows at you.

“Why is that, Mr. Park?” You questioned him, suddenly feeling nervous again. He hasn’t started the interview yet and already decided that he wasn’t going to hire you. It confused you and made you slightly annoyed of him. Maybe the girls were right, he was a complete ass.

“Call me Jinyoung, please.” He said as he leaned forward on his desk. “I can’t hire you because I don’t take my assistants out for lunch.”

“What?” You raised your eyebrows at him in disbelief.

“How about we go to the park? The one where we met. I’d like to have some of that apple juice that you gave me two weeks ago.” Jinyoung smiled at you. You couldn’t believe your ears. Was this man asking you to ditch your interview with him and go to the park? How unprofessional.

“But-”

“Come with me and I’ll give you the job.” Jinyoung interrupted you as he stood up from his desk.

“But I-”

“Let’s go, shall we?” Jinyoung smiled as he grabbed his car keys from one of his drawers and walked over to the door. For a moment you sat there in shock, wondering what to do. It was so unexpected of him to say that. At first he wouldn’t give you the job because he wanted to take you out, now Jinyoung was offering the job to you if you went with him. It was complete bribery. But you didn’t complain. You just followed along behind him hoping to get the job. But after that afternoon you spent with him, you released it wasn’t the job you were looking for anymore. It was love.

Simon Imagine - The meeting (mentions of Joe Sugg, Dan and Phil, etc)

REQUESTED:  “Hi!! I have a quite different imagine request but one where y/n is a beauty you tuber who lives in america and has a beauty release or something like that “think zoella” and her and Simon have been dating for a while and he surprises her at her product launch party”

The minute I entered the room a giant smile erupted over my face. Everything looked beautiful. The polished wooden floors were sprinkled entirely with glitter, sparkles and confetti, leaving my heels completely covered in a coating of shine. Over every wall were photos, polaroids, all from the several shoots I’d done in the past few years building up to this very moment. Pastels and neons, metallics and glitters, the entire room screamed colour, and it was very reflective of the way I felt in this very moment. I could not believe the job that had been done, and as I thanked everyone I was ecstatic; nobody could have done a better job of promoting the launch of my first ever beauty range.

It wasn’t long before people started arriving. I stood at the door for a while, welcoming those I had not yet met, admiring the clean city streets of London whilst I did so. The entire atmosphere was worlds apart from what I was used to back in LA, and I couldn’t help but feel like I knew which one I preferred. London was smaller, more comforting, less dramatic - there was a definite home vibe to it, and it was massively enjoyable.

“You must be Y/n, right? This event is incredible congratulations!” 

I turned around at the mention of my name, and was instantly greeted face to face by Zoe Sugg, the woman who had inspired me most to construct this event. I felt the blood rush from my face.

“Oh my gosh, Zoe! Thank you so much!”

“Aw it’s okay! Come on, let’s go inside, you shouldn’t be missing out on all the fun!”

I complied politely, taking her arm and walking through the hallway towards where my event was taking place. Inside everybody had arrived. There were youtubers everywhere, taking photos, vlogging, testing out the products lined up along the stands and tables. Zoe turned her head towards me.

“Have you tried anything from the sweet table yet?”

“There’s a sweet table?” I asked, astonished. Her face softened into a humoured smile and I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty.

“Yeah, I thought I as much. I know when you’re planning these things it’s hard to actually experience them. Let’s go get food!”

She tugged on my arm slightly, taking me in the direction of where three tables stood consecutively. Each one was decorated in different types of confectionery; jars of brightly coloured sweets, plates of cupcakes, bowls of marshmallows and chocolates. I picked up a mason jar of pink lemonade as Zoe pulled me over to her group of friends.

“Y/n, I want you to meet Alfie, Joe, Louise, Dan and Phil. Guys this is Y/n, the creator of this event and it’s products.” 

I was greeted with a chain of hellos and hugs, and it occurred to me how attractive the British vloggers truly were. I sipped on my straw to suppress my nerves as I made small conversation. I had met so many lovely new people tonight, and yet still there was one left; Simon Minter. I had met him over twitter, and skype, and facetime and Snapchat and every other social media currently existing, however face to face was still yet to happen. Despite our lack of actual human interaction I felt hugely attracted to the boy, something that was no secret to my fans and followers, who had been tweeting me since sunrise asking if today would be the day of our meeting. Secretly I had been hoping for months that it would - I was desperate to see him, hear his voice without the robotic alterations, touch him for the first time. Even my managers were keen, set on the fact that the presence of someone with that large of a following would do nothing but good for the sales of my products. However, realistically, a place as pink and glorified as this would be no place for a fifa youtuber. I tried to shake this thought in order to keep up my high spirits.

“So Y/n, what made you decide to host your event in London, why not LA?” Dan asked with genuine interest. 

“It’s where most of my following is,” I smiled. “And I’ve always wanted to visit anyway, so it seemed to make sense.”

“Ah. Yeah it’s a decent area!”

“Does that desire to visit correlate in anyway with a certain Fifa youtuber? Someone who’s name perhaps rhymes with Dimon?”

I blushed as everybody laughed at Joe’s comment. “There is that, I suppose. May I ask how you know of mine and Simon’s interactions? Big fan of my Q&A’s?”

“Well of course Y/n!” Joe laughed, a flirt of light hearted mockery laced in his voice. “Although it definitely helps that I’ve been blessed with the privilege of playing cards against humanity with the Sidemen, so I’m pretty clued up on the extent of your relationship, actually.”

My face heated as I squirmed. “I won’t ask anymore on that one!”

“Probably for the best.”

The conversation continued for a while. Louise complimented me on my dress, Dan and Phil quizzed me on my life and I tested out some of my scrubs and moisturisers on Joe’s face. As I l talked, my eyes turned to Zoe and Alfie, who were whispering just beside me, Alfie’s eyes down at his phone. I raised an eyebrow as Zoe looked up at me.

“You know what Y/n, I think you and I should go and take some photos in the photobooth.”

“Um, sure..?” Her spontaneity threw me off slightly as she took my arm once again, speed walking me out of the room. There’s a photobooth too now??

“And here we are!”

I admired the golden machine, my name sprawled on the side in large, sparkly letters.

“Wow..” 

“It’s pretty, isn’t it.” She smiled. “And talking of pretty, you look amazing, so get your bum in there first!”

I smiled. Someone like Zoe was impossible to say no to. She watched me eagerly, Alfie not far behind as I pulled back the red curtain..

“Oh my God!”

Sat on the swivelling stool inside was none other but Simon. He looked outstanding, all clad in a black and white suit, his collar opened slightly missing a tie. His hair was still red toned, and it looked surprisingly good as he climbed out of the machine and picked me up off of the ground. 

“Hello Y/n.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was much deeper than what I was used to, although still just as soft and comforting, especially whilst blessing the syllables of my name. My cheeks ached from grinning.

“Simon! I didn’t think you’d be here!” 

“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I didn’t exactly think face masks and bath bombs were your thing, funnily enough.”

“Hey, you don’t know my lifestyle.” He joked, and I smiled.

“Very true, I don’t.” He released me from his arms. “But I’d like to.”

“Well, if ever there was a moment I was more sure of wanting you to find out, I think it’s this one.” My cheeks heated for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight as Simon held me at arms length, his eyes scanning up and down my body, focusing on the curves of my silky red dress. “You look..incredible, Y/n.”

“And you, Simon.”

We stood for a second, just watching eachother. I paid particular attention to his eyes and their deep blue pigment. He looked younger in real life, his face fresher, a lot brighter without the dim of a computer screen in front of it. I felt zoe touch both our arms.

“Right you two love birds, let’s go back to where the party’s at, come on!”

We both grinned as her and Alfie shuffled ahead.

“11 million subs just touched my arm. I’m gassed.” Simon whispered, and I hit his arm playfully.

“Aren’t you used to it? You live with the KSI.” I quizzed him as we walked along.

“Oh trust me Y/n, 15 million subscribers touches you in a very different way.”

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanfiction Chapter 5)

Here is Chapter 5! Chapter six is on the way! Thanks to @ladyfall16 for suggesting the title of this chapter to me! Enjoy! I hope the ending is better for you guys! 

Want to read from the beginning? Here you go!

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CHAPTER 6 IS HERE!

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CHAPTER 7 IS HERE!

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CHAPTER 8:

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CHAPTER 9:

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CHAPTER 10:

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Lance is released from his pod with some complications. However the team begins to realize that they don’t know much about Lance at all. 

Chapter 5: Well, Quiznack. 

So they did wait. Lance was never alone for a second when he was in the healing pod. They even ate their meals with Lance, the first night Lance came back home everyone was reluctant to eat in the dinner room. They tried of course until a few minutes into the meal Hunk grabbed his plate of space goo and left prompting everyone to quickly follow. Even though Lance was still in his pod, unmoving and not speaking, it was better having him there.

They did have things to do however. First they sent the Noo and Good back to their home planet, thanking them for their hard work and promised to bring Lance by once he was better. Then they dropped of the Blade of Marmora members back at their secret base. They continued their routine looking for distress signals and their fight against the Galra. But they never once left Lance alone if they didn’t have to.

So they all kept him company, Shiro in the early morning until breakfast, he mostly watched the monitors on the pod and Lance’s slow breathing. Keith took over until lunch like Shiro he mostly watched but occasionally talked to him, he didn’t know if Lance could hear him but he felt it was the right thing to do. Pidge had lunch until dinner, mostly working on whatever she was working on and looking at Lance for a bit before going back to work. Then Hunk took over from dinner chatting up a storm and slept outside of Lance’s pod during the night until Shiro woke him up. Allura and Coran made frequent visits throughout the day, several times to make sure everything was going smoothly.

So they waited. They watched as the cut over Lance’s eye became a thin white line on his tan skin. They watched as color finally came back into his face and he didn’t look so thin. They watched as his vitals got stronger each and every day until the hour finally came.

The team waited anxiously outside of his pod, much like they did after the explosion where Lance saved Coran. Hunk was in front, ready to catch Lance out of the pod. Pidge was on Hunk’s right and Keith on his left. Shiro stood behind them as Allura and Coran look anxiously over his shoulders.

Finally the glass retracted revealing a standing Lance who opened his eyes and immediately fell forward into Hunk’s arms.

“Lance!” They all shouted with happiness.

Hunk moved Lance so he had one arm slung across his shoulder, supporting his weight, Hunk’s arm around his back keeping him upright. Lance blinked, Keith sighed in relief seeing that his eye was no longer red and for the most part he looked just like he did before. However with new scars. Pidge saw it too, looking at his hands crisscrossed with white lines that probably when up his arms. The back of the white suit failing to hide the burn on his back just peaking up over the suit. But he was alive. That’s all they could ask for.

It took a minute for Lance to speak. His throat felt so dry and the room was spinning a bit.

He smiled, “Hey guys!” Voice scratchy.

They all released a sigh, there he was.

“Good to have you back buddy!” Hunk said, giving him a good squeeze before releasing him, still helping him stand upright.

“Yeah, good to be back.” Lance said.

“Honestly you scared us! But it’s good to have you up and around.” Keith said

“Yeah! The castle was so quiet without you!” Pidge said.

Allura came from behind Shiro, “More importantly how are you feeling?” She asked.

Lance paused, he wasn’t really sure to be honest. But then the princess spoke again.

“Don’t worry, take your time.” Allura said.

First he inspected his hand, he had a lot of scarring. I guess the healing pod can’t fix everything, Lance thought. He blinked then he put his hand up to his left eye. He still couldn’t see out of it, great. Well he kind of expected that.

The rest of the team watched growing more anxious as Lance gently placed his hand in front of his eye, squinting at it, touching the area around it his left eye, before finally putting the hand down.

“Lance, is something the matter?” Shiro asked.

Lance looked somewhat surprised by the question and then smiled shyly.

“Oh… um… I can’t see out of my left eye… actually.” He stated quietly.

There was a moment where everyone just stared at Lance in stunned silence before everything happen at once. Allura and Coran pushed everyone out of the way, Allura grabbing Lance’s face and turning it towards her with Coran shining a light in his eye. Sure enough the eye did not react to any kind of stimulus. Hunk’s grip tighten on Lance. Pidge had moved to Shiro’s side gently touching his arm and Keith on Shiro’s other side looking pale with concern.

Eventually Allura gently let go of Lance’s face, “Oh Lance, I’m so sorry.” She said finally.

He blinked at her before shaking his hand and placing an awkward but gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Princess, don’t worry about it. I kind of figured. It’s been this way since I got onto Lotor’s ship, to be honest I’m kind of already used to it! Plus it shouldn’t affect thing too much, it’s not like I’m blind completely! Just got to do some extra training!” He smiled before letting her go.

Here was Lance, scarred and now half blind, giving Allura reassurance. She should be giving it to him! She smiled.

“Don’t worry, we’ll work through it! But you must be starving, why don’t you get changed and we get something to eat?” She asked.

Lance smiled, “Yeah sounds good!” He turned to Hunk, “Could you um… help me to my room? I didn’t really use my legs much on my little vacation-nightmare so they’re kind of shaky.” He laughed.

Hunk blinked still in a little shock from the news, “Uh… yeah sure thing buddy.” He did his best to smile back. The two of them left the room while the rest of the team watched from behind.


Shiro was the first to ask, “Will he be able to pilot his lion?” He questioned, looking at Allura.

He had to ask but he hated doing it, so quickly after Lance stepping out of the pod. So quickly after finally getting him back.

Allura paused about to open her mouth when Coran answered for her.

“It shouldn’t be a problem!” He stated with a smiled. The rest of the group looking at him in confusion including Allura.

“Lance told me about a week before he was captured that he had been piloting the Blue lion entirely through his bond. Using her eyes as his own. He told me in passing after the mission by the two moons of Hadi. He said he suddenly was able to do it and has been ever since. So his half blindness won’t affect his ability to pilot his lion, not to worry.” Coran stated.

The rest looked at Coran, shocked, none of them were aware of this fact.

What? Coran, that kind of bonding is extremely advanced! Why didn’t he tell us?” Allura asked.

I know Princess, I asked him the same thing! Apparently he had assumed that everyone was doing it already since they all increased their bonding with their lions. Like Pidge and Green and the cosmic dust, or Keith and Red coming for him when he was in danger. He thought it was just part of the process! Never realized he had advanced onto the next stage before everyone else!” Coran laughed.

Shiro now felt guilty for even asking the question. He realized something though, none of them knew much about Lance. None of them.


Lance and Hunk made their way back to Lance’s room, Hunk asking Lance if he was all right about a thousand times and each time Lance said he was. It wasn’t a complete lie. He was fine, mostly.

They arrived outside of Lance’s room, Hunk giving Lance a quick glance which Lance could see out of the corner of his eye, his good one anyway.

“Um do you… need help? You know…” Hunk asked nervously.

Lance turned to look at him and smiled.

“Hunk I know you want to see me in my underwear…” Lance began.

Oh god! Come on!” Hunk protested, a blush rising in his cheeks causing Lance to laugh.

“Sorry man, I’m just kidding. No, I think I’m fine now. Not as shaky anymore. Why don’t you whip me up some space goo and I’ll meet you in the dining room in a bit?” He said, still smiling.

Hunks pout turned into a smile before he nodded and ran off down the hall. Lance watched him go. It was good to be back. He looked back that the door to his room and stepped inside like he had so many times before. Everything was left how it was before he was captured. Blankets crumpled on the bed, robe tossed over a chair, hair and skin products in a messy but somehow orderly display on the table.

But it was dark, and Lance was different than when he had left. He knew that. And when Hunk asked if he was alright, he lied just a little. He was always lying just a little. It was something he knew he was doing but he couldn’t stop himself. For being such an honest person, Lance was rather sly. He could tell a simple, tiny lie and get away with it, never quite telling the truth. But that’s how to keep people at the perfect distance, how you keep up appearances and how you don’t hurt your friends.

Friends. Now that was a mixed word, even here in space. But Lance shook his head, no he won’t go down that train of thought. So instead he worked the white suit off of his body, trying to avoid the mirror but he couldn’t help himself. He looked. He stared.

The cut over his left eyebrow was a fine white line across his tan skin. Small cuts left scars, white and crisscrossing over one another all over his hands and gradually dissipating up his arms. The skin on his hands was tight but he was sure it would get better over time and his back. He nearly cried out, clamping a hand over his mouth. The skin bugled in areas and stretched too tight over others, starting at the back of his neck and reaching the middle of his back. It was pale and grotesque. The burn was horrible.

“I could be the new Hunchback of Notre Dame with this.” He half whispered to himself.

Before he could stop it tears were rushing down his face. This body was one he hardly recognized. He had always been obsessed with looks. If you look good, no one would know if you were hurting, or upset or whatever. But now there’s no hiding it. His body wasn’t his. Hot tears continued to stream down his face but he didn’t make any sound just in case someone heard. He just looked away from the mirror and let his tears fall onto the floor.


Eventually Lance came back to the dining room with a smile on his face. He had splashed cold water on his face, making his eyes less red, like he had done countless times before. Like those times before, no one took notice.

He sat himself down at the end of the dining table, Hunk putting a plate of goo in front of him. To be honest Lance wasn’t even remotely hungry but he made a show of shoving a big spoonful in his mouth. And another, and another. The team watched him with happiness and concern.

After a while of just watching Lance eat, Allura spoke up freeing Lance from the staring.

“Coran informed us that you should be fine piloting your lion with your… condition. I did not realize you had bonded with your lion so much! Do you use the blue lion’s eyes as your own? Please tell us.” She asked excitedly.

Lance swallowed before answering slightly confused at the question, “Uh, yeah. At first it was just at certain times but um before I got captured I did it every time I flew Blue. It’s a lot easier and she moves a lot better.” Lance said.

“Fascinating.” Allura said with a sigh.

“Soooo, how do you do it?” Pidge asked.

Lance looked at her surprised, “What do you mean? I thought you had it down. You know, cosmic dust and stuff?” Lance asked.

“Lance,” Shiro said, “Only you have mastered this part of lion bonding. The rest of us haven’t even gotten that far.” Shiro stated.

“Oh.” Lance said, “I had thought everyone was ahead of me.” He turned back to Pidge.

“So I guess it’s like the floaty feeling you get before you go to sleep. You kind of just let everything go and you just feel your bond with the lion. Then there’s like a snap and you’re in! Then you fly. It’s kind of like you and your lion are one thing rather than two. That’s the best I can explain it.” Lance said.

Pidge nodded and looked at the table very seriously, like if she looked hard enough then she’s be able to figure it out.

Lance turned to the rest of the group, casually pushing his bowl away even though he’d only eaten a couple bites. He folded his hands in front of him, the skin feeling different but looked at the rest of the team seriously, or more like staring at Allura.

“Princess, there are somethings that I learned on Lotor’s ship that I think will be useful to the team. I’d like to share.” Lance said.

“Lance,” Allura began, “You don’t have to discuss this so soon…”

“No, I’d like to. Maybe not my… experiences yet. But I was able to learn somethings while on Lotor’s ship.” Lance said.

Allura paused, looking into Lance’s eyes. He was quite serious, she wasn’t sure she’d ever see him this serious. She sighed.

“Yes, of course. Please tell us what you know.” She said.

Lance smiled slightly before his face became stern again.

“Prince Lotor was not very close to Zarkon. However the witch Haggar called him to take his father’s place as head of the Galran Empire.” There was a collective intake of breath around the table, “I don’t know whether this means that Zarkon is injured or dead. However Lotor was in no rush to get to Haggar. Lotor and Zarkon did not get along and Lotor has never had much interest in that kind of power. He rather do things on his own terms. But I do know this. He kidnaps species of aliens for some weird harem, his crew is not entirely Galran, and in fact most are alien pirates hired by Lotor. He also…” Lance looked directly at Allura, “He’s also obsessed with the Princess.” Lance stated.

Shiro’s head snapped, looking at Lance directly.

“What do you mean?” Shiro asked, concerned.

“He asked a lot of questions, he doesn’t have a lot of information about Voltron. Apparently Zarkon wasn’t very open to share. But he asked a lot about the lions, the castle and they’re relationship to Allura. He doesn’t understand how Allura’s bond with the lions works exactly and he really wants to find out. Also I’m not entirely sure, but did he know you Princess?” Lance asked.

Allura blanched at the question, Lance was quite perceptive. She nodded.

“I see.” Lance said, leaning back in his chair, “I also don’t know if this matters necessarily but is Lotor not completely Galran? He seems… like he’s something else.” Lance shuddered a little bit at the thought.

Allura’s eyes grew wide, “I don’t know. I never knew Lotor’s mother.” She turned to Coran, “Coran. Do you know?” She asked.

He shook his head, “No Princess, I never knew her.” He stated.  

Lance leaned forward in his chair again.

“Well, Princess. I know this will sound kind of cliché but I think whenever we get into a fight with Lotor you need to stay as far away from him as possible. Don’t leave the castle during a battle, that kind of thing.” Allura opened her mouth to protest but Lance cut her off, “Princess. You really don’t want to be captured by him.” He held up his scarred hands, “I would know.” He finished.

There was a long silence before Allura answered.

“I suppose you’re right.” She said quietly.

Another silence followed before Lance stood up, drawing everyone’s attention.

“That’s all I know, now if you’ll excuse me. I need my beauty rest!” He made a show of stretching before sauntering out of the room, leaving the rest to stare as he walked out.


Lance had fallen asleep in his bed, for an entire day. At first the team was worried but Allura told Shiro that it was to be expected with what he went through. Lance slept like a log. Shiro had checked up on him, taking a peak into his dark room. He watched while Lance’s back rose and feel in slow breaths. He felt relief to have Lance back with them.

But guilt crept up in his chest. He was fast to question Lance’s ability as a paladin. Why did he doubt him so quickly? He didn’t have an answer, he just simply watched him sleep for a bit before closing the door and going down the hall. Keith emerged from his room next door, meeting Shiro in the hallway.

“How is he?” Keith asked, looking concerned.

Shiro smiled, “He’s fine, still sleeping.” He said before continuing, “Allura said that it’s to be expected with… everything he went through.” But his brow furrowed.

“What is it?” Keith asked, slightly scared that something really was going on with Lance.

Shiro shook his head, “No, I… I was so quick to question if Lance could still fly his lion after we…” He took a breath, “We just got him back and yeah he has a disadvantage now but instead of asking how it would affect Lance… I asked how it would affect Voltron. Like I was questioning if he was even qualified to be a paladin.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“How could I do that? Even then Coran said that Lance had been ahead of us the entire time, in terms of bonding. And I realized for the second time that there is nothing I know about Lance. I just feel so guilty for questioning him and even worse for not knowing anything about him.” Shiro finished, hand falling to his side.

Keith was kind of shocked but soon he realized that he too, knew nothing about Lance. Keith put a gentle and awkward hand on Shiro’s shoulder.

“Shiro you were just asking the question that we were all wondering. It’s important for the team to discuss that kind of stuff, so it’s not your fault. But maybe we all need to put a bit more faith in Lance. I mean for Christ’s sake he blew himself up to save the rest of us. I think he deserves at least that much.” Keith let go of Shiro’s shoulder, “And in terms of knowing Lance, I realize I don’t know much either. Maybe we need to make an effort, or ask Hunk since they’ve been friends the longest.” Keith suggested.

Shiro looked serious contemplating what Keith said, he was right about everything. Keith had grown more thoughtful after Shiro had disappeared, maybe his time as leader gave him some insight. Lance deserved their respect and their trust, which was something Shiro needed to work on.

But then Shiro smiled, “Yeah maybe I’ll ask Hunk some stuff and work on getting to know Lance better. Maybe Hunk will tell me how to approach him.” Shiro nodded before beginning to walk down the hall.

“Wait up! I want to come too!” Keith said, running to catch up.


Hunk was honestly kind of shocked to be in this situation with Keith and Shiro sitting across from him asking him to give them a summary of Lance McClain’s life story. He was shocked because they had never shown any interest in getting to know Lance or Hunk for that matter. For the amount of bonding they did the origins of Lance and Hunk were a mystery. But here they were, sitting in the dining room with Hunk sitting across from both of them fidgeting awkwardly.

“So umm… what do you guys want to know exactly?” Hunk asked.

“Well let’s start with where you and Lance are from.” Shiro said, Keith quietly observing them.

“Well I’m from Samoa originally and Lance is from Cuba.” Hunk stated.

Shiro looked at him surprised, he never knew.

“How did you two meet?” Shiro asked.

Hunk smiled, “Well we were roommates our first year at the Garrison! We were both fourteen, from two completely different countries and for a while we had pretty bad accents, although mine was a bit better since English is pretty common in Samoa and we clicked.” Hunk laughed, “Lance was ridiculous and helped me out of my shell and I helped him to not get into too much trouble, or I tried anyway.” Hunk said.

Shiro smiled trying to imagine a young Hunk and Lance meeting for the first time.

“So how did you end up in the United States Garrison?” Keith asked, curious.

Hunk blinked, “Well it was pretty easy for me. Samoa is one of the countries in the exchange program. If you got a certain score on the standard testing they give you in middle school you get an invitation to apply. But Lance had a tougher time because Cuba wasn’t part of the exchange program. The economic strain on the country is pretty severe so the Garrsion felt they didn’t need people from Cuba. But Lance was pretty sneaky. So he didn’t have a computer and countries not in the exchange program have their students take this ridiculous hard entrance exam, really it’s just a way to discourage people from joining. But Lance went to local library one afternoon and just took the test. He passed with flying colors, Lance is actually really smart you know, he just doesn’t act like it. So anyway he passes the test, which was entirely in English by the way, he grew up speaking only Spanish and learned English in a couple months in order to take the test. I never asked why he did, but he did.” Hunk finished.

Shiro and Keith looked at Hunk, stunned. That was amazing. Neither of them had to take the entrance exam either but they had heard how impossible it was but Lance had been so determined that he actually passed it. They really didn’t know anything about the guy they had been living, eat and fighting with for a year and a half now.

“What else can you tell us?” Shiro asked.

“Well I don’t know much beyond that. Same as you guys. I know he came from a small town, Santa Marta, he has a huge family. I’ve met his mom before, she’s really nice and only speaks Spanish but she was super cute trying to speak English to me. But other than that, that’s all I know.” Hunk said, sounding disappointed, “Lance doesn’t like to talk about that kind of stuff because he knows he’ll get homesick. And recently he stopped talking about it all together, I mean before he was… you know. And I’ll admit that I’m a bit worried. But one step at a time, you know?” Hunk said.

Shiro nodded, “I um… feel bad that I didn’t know much about Lance. He has this way of bringing attention to himself while at the same time being in the background. I don’t know but I want to try and get to know him better. He being gone has really made me realize that I need to work and get to know everyone on the team.” He looked at Hunk, “Including you Hunk. I’m sorry I haven’t tried until now.” Shiro finished.

Hunk raised his hands, “Don’t worry about it too much, really. I appreciate you trying.” Hunk said lowering his hands. He smiled and Shiro and Keith smiled back. Finally after everything that had happened, they were starting to feel like a team again, a real team this time.

What Is Kindness? (Bucky X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Bucky X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Swearing, blood, torture, death

FLUFF

Request:Your writing is great! Could you write one where the avengers find a girl in a hydra base. Say she’s around 13-14. They take her back to the compound for medical care and tests. They find out she’s Buckys daughter but he didn’t know about her. Maybe with a fluffy ending? Cause fluffy daddy Bucky is adorable.


Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

All you had known is this facility. In your 13 full years of being here, all you heard was screaming, orders, gunfire. All you saw was murder, torture and suffering. All you smelt and tasted was blood and tears. You had grown a thick skin, so they can batter you black and blue but you would just glare back. You didn’t know how to be a kid. You didn’t know who you were. All you knew was how to fight, to use weapons, and to not trust anyone.

You sat in your cell waiting for a guard to come beat you, or a doctor to come run tests on you. But nothing came. Instead you heard the screams. You were used to it, but you heard more this time. Then you heard footsteps and backed yourself into a corner.

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McKirk and "That's my husband you're talking about"

  • “Don’t think I’ve ever seen Jim and Bones so stressed out,” Sulu says, and Uhura chuckles. “Yeah, can’t blame ‘em. It’s a big thing, after all,” she says, watching both Jim and Bones on the dance floor of the wedding venue. “Eh, Leonard’s been married before,” Sulu replies with a grin, sipping his champagne. “Hm, but Leonard is always stressed.” She smiles when Jim approaches the two of them with the biggest grin she’s ever seen. “Look at this,” he says, holding up his hand to show off the white gold ring around his finger. “Finally did it, huh?” Sulu says, “after nearly two years of calling him your fiance. Better late than never, huh?” He teases, and Uhura smiles. “How good does McCoy look in that suit, though?” She comments, and Jim smirks. “Careful, Uhura, that’s my husband you’re talking about. He’s definitely taken.”
  • York Town sees a lot of interns in the Medical Facilities. That’s fine, but perhaps a little less so when Bones has to spend hours upon hours teaching them how to dissect alien hearts. How to stitch patients back up when tools inevitably fail on them. What he doesn’t appreciate, though, is after a long day of trying to teach these morons to be decent doctors, he catches a whiff of office-gossip. “That Captain Kirk is really always getting hurt, huh?” “Yeah,” he hears another intern reply, “you’d think if someone had to be brought back from literally being dead, they’d be an unfit captain.” Bones grits his teeth at that. Normally, he doesn’t give a shit what people think about him - or others. But something about having been working here all day makes him more agitated than usual. He approaches the interns. “Doctor McCoy,” one says, “you worked with Captain Kirk for years-” “I still work with Captain Kirk,” Bones says, “every time I’m not here.” “Don’t you think the fact that the Enterprise suffers far more attacks and injuries than any other ship has anything to do with the leadership capabilities-” “First of all,” Bones says, “The Enterprise suffers more attacks because we venture our in deep space and actively look for trouble to keep your shiny lil snowglobe here safe. Second of all, that is my husband you’re talking about. I may be on duty now, but I’ve broken protocol before, and I will absolutely kick you out into the next galaxy if you even dare to think disrespectful of Captain Kirk again.”
  • “We’ve found a considerate amount of contraband aboard the Enterprise,” Admiral Williams tells Jim on their next visit. “Okay,” Jim replies. “Prohibited liquor, illegal foods. And you do understand the crew are not allowed more than one suitcase worth of personal belongings? The Enterprise is filled to the brim with personal items.” “That’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Jim says, “I allow my crew what they need without impacting performance. And if that means they take a pillow from home, or six blankets, I couldn’t care less.” “Breach of protocol aside,” the admiral continues, “that still leaves us with illegal foods and beverages aboard.” “It’s a three year trip,” Jim says. “Doctor McCoy had over 10 bottles of Whiskey in his locker, and at least a dozen of unregistered foods. If a doctor, of all people, can’t-” “Careful,” Jim interrupts, “that’s my husband you’re talking about. Doctor McCoy and I have one bottle of liquor each, all registered. All the other things in his locker are there because he goes around other people’s lockers. He takes them to his office for analysis, making sure there’s no harmful contraband aboard the Enterprise. McCoy is the best damn doctor in Starfleet, don’t you doubt him for a second.”
  • “You seem stressed today,” Jim says, sliding his arms around Bones’ shoulders, and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Bones is focused on his PADD instead, but Jim feels him lean back into his arms. “Long day at the office,” Bones says, and Jim smiles. “I can help you relax,” Jim says, kissing over Bones’ jaw and his neck softly, “how ‘bout we get to the bedroom, and I can massage your back and shoulders ‘til you feel better? I promise I come with happy endings.” “Hi, Uncle Jim,” Joanna’s voice rings from the PADD, “I can hear you.” “Oh, thanks for the heads up about you calling your daughter,” Jim huffs at Bones, only mildly embarrassed. He still leans in to kiss over Bones’ cheek. “Gross.” “Hey,” Bones says, “that’s my husband you’re talking about. Jim’s only slightly gross.”
  • Jim wakes up on Sunday morning on his side of the bed. He stirs and yawns loudly, as he always does, and he’s greeted by a soft groan of protest from Bones. Jim sits up straight slowly, just briefly, because in the end, he just shifts closer until he’s in Bones’ arms. That way, he can snooze for at least another hour or so. It’s their day off, they don’t really need to be anywhere any time soon. But pretty soon, he feels Bones shift, a hand slide around his waist and Jim hums softly. “Good morning,” he says, running his hands through Bones’ hair when the other leans in to kiss him. He pulls Bones in closer, arms around his shoulders and fingers brushing through his hair. “Morning,” Bones says, “good is still questionable.” “I think we can make it great,” Jim chuckles, smirk growing wider when the other climbs on top of him, and Jim enjoys the lazy kisses in his neck, unshaven cheeks against his own. “You’re the worst,” Bones says, though he smiles fondly at him, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “Careful, Bones, that’s your husband you’re talking about.”

White Wedding

Words: 1.8k

Summary: You’re at your best friends wedding reception when you run into the grooms younger brother, Cas.

Warnings: AU, hints of light drug use, is fluff a warning?

A/N: This was inspired by a little drabble I wrote based on the picture above. It was requested by @willowing-love that I write a oneshot. If you can’t tell, this AU Cas is based on Endverse!Cas.

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a little ficlet for @victoriasugden‘s birthday, because we all need that maroon suit back in our lives, don’t we? #bringbackthemaroonsuit2k17

Aaron’s jaw practically hit the floor as he looked at Robert, his husband dressed in a suit Aaron hadn’t seen him wear in so long.

The maroon suit, to be exact. Robert stood, in the hallway of the registry office in Hotten, wearing that bloody maroon suit, and it was taking every bit of self control that Aaron had not to jump him there and then, people and consequences be dammed.

Robert’s hair seemed to look a brighter blonde against the deep maroon colour of his suit, his husband flashing Aaron a bright grin as he walked toward him, simple white buttonhole in hand.

“Hiya.” Robert greeted, flattening down the material of Aaron’s suit jacket so he could attach the buttonhole, Victoria having had put her DIY skills to the test to make them the previous evening.

Aaron felt his face flush as Robert stepped into his space, Robert’s hands all over him. He knew how good-looking Robert was, of course he knew, but in that maroon suit, Aaron was (embarrassingly enough) weak at the knees.

“You okay?” Robert asked, brushing a non-existent piece of fluff from Aaron’s suit, straightening his tie before he took a step back, a pleased look on his face.

Aaron nodded, keeping his voice low as he spoke, mindful of their families standing near them, waiting for their appointment with the registrar. “You wore my favourite,” he mumbled, his face turning a shocking shade of red as he admitted it aloud.

The maroon suit had always been his favourite.

Robert grinned, a knowing sort of grin that made sure Aaron knew that he’d intended to completely fluster him when he’d picked out what suit he wanted to wear that day. “I did,” he confirmed, brushing a hand down the front of his own suit jacket, Aaron swallowing thickly as the delicious contract of pale skin and deep maroon. “You like?”

Aaron didn’t exactly trust himself to speak, nodding eagerly.

“Good,” Robert smirked, pressing a kiss to Aaron’s cheek so he could speak directly into Aaron’s ear, away from prying eyes and a very nosey looking Victoria. “Because I can’t wait for you to fuck me in it later, Mr Sugden.”

Aaron’s knees almost buckled at the image of Robert wearing that suit while Aaron made him completely come undone. “I’ll hold you to that, Mr Dingle.”

“I was counting on it.” Robert laughed, looking up as the registrar called their names. “Are you ready to do this then?”

Aaron nodded, taking one last second to admire the long lines of Robert’s body, the thick thighs and pale skin that the maroon of his suit only served to show off, the colour making him look as close to a supermodel as you’d ever see in Hotten.

“Yeah. Let’s get married.”

No Love (III) – Jeon Jungkook (M)

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: implied smut, angst and fluff

Word Count: 2,578 words

Summary: It’d been a few months since you’d seen Jungkook, but you weren’t happy. The regret of letting him go, was finally beginning to sinking in. Jungkook was trying to drown himself in his work instead of thinking about you, you’d left him for good and that was hurting him, but it was hurting you too.

Previous Parts: No Love (Part I) | No Love (Part II)

Originally posted by life-ruiners

It’d been a few months since you’d seen Jungkook, but you weren’t happy. The regret of letting him go, was finally beginning to sinking in. Jungkook was trying to drown himself in his work instead of thinking about you, you’d left him for good and that was hurting him, but it was hurting you too.

With the help of Jungkook you had managed to pay off most of your student loan and your rent for the next few months so it was no worry, for now anyway. But you needed to find a job again.

You remember from your first few encounters with Jungkook, he’d said you could quit your job, there was no point in having one when he was paying you every month more than any job could give. You’d given yourself a week to get back on your feet and get a job, but that was harder than you had expected.

“Mr Jeon?” Jungkook raised his head, tiredly, as he saw Jisoo standing in front of him with a clipboard in her hand and a pen in the other. “Sorry to bother you Sir, but Mr SooMan would like these papers sighed and handed back to him before the end of the day so he knows you’d like to join the two companies together,” she began, placing the papers in front of him.

“His old ass is only after the money.” Jungkook muttered picking up the pen in fury and signing it quickly. “Anything else?” She only shook her head back at him as he handed her back the papers and pen. “You should get some rest Sir. You look awfully tired.” She said softly and gave him a small smile before walking out of his office and closing the door. Jungkook placed his head in his hands – he needed someone else to replace you.

~

You were running for work that day so you had skipped breakfast, deciding you could just snack on something once you got to the café. It was a simple job and it didn’t pay very well, but, something was better than nothing right? You had your head down looking for your phone so you could call your roommate and tell her you’d make her some breakfast and it was in the microwave, but you crashed into something hard which had sent you falling to the ground, landing on your butt.

“O-oh gosh I’m so sorry that was my fault I wasn’t looking where I was goin-” you already began speaking out excuses and apologies, but you hadn’t noticed who had sent you to the floor until they held out a hand for you to get up and spoke, “it’s fine.”

There was no way you could forget that beautiful, deep voice in a million years.

Jungkook.

You finally looked up at him. He looked the same, except for maybe the hair, it was styled down naturally instead of being in the gelled back hair he’d always have for work and it gave him a more boyish look. You liked it. You took his hand and he helped you up, a smile on his lips as he looked back at you, but his eyes spoke a different story. They looked hurt, dead even, they didn’t give off the happy feeling you knew when you were with him…

A smaller figure stepped forward from behind him and it was then when you realised it was a young women, probably a little older than you. “Are you okay sweetie?” she asked, a hand over her heart as if she had done something bad. You nodded back, “I-I’m fine, thank you.”

There was an awkward silence filling the air as all three of you kept quiet, Jungkook and you stealing glances at each other. “I’m sorry about him, he’s a strong one,” she laughed a little trying to loosen up the awkwardness. “Yeah, she knows babe,” Jungkook spoke up.

Babe? Of course, why were you expecting him to still be single? All you two had was a sexual relationship, nothing more and nothing less, of course he would replace you. But…babe? He’d said it himself that he didn’t do serious relationships but here he was with a girl by his side (who was absolutely beautiful) and calling her babe.

“Oh, you two know each other?

“Yeah, we were…” Jungkook paused awkwardly, not knowing what to call you.

“Friends,” you finished. “Were friends?” she looked between the both of you.

“Ah well, we kind of drifted apart. I don’t know if she’d like to keep calling me her friend or not after all this time.” Jungkook let out a small chuckle, but you could only smile back a little.

“I’m sorry to ruin this moment, but I uh, I’ve got work to go to…”

“Oh! Sorry to keep you here for this long. Maybe you could come over and have dinner with the both of us one day?” The women smiled and wrapped her arm around Jungkook’s waist, “I’d love to get to know you…” she trailed off, realising she didn’t know your name.

“Y/N, it’s Y/N.” You said back, “and I’d uh love to come over, one day.” Jungkook’s eyes widened a little, you didn’t want to go over, not after all that had happened with you and Jungkook, but it would have been rude to decline. After all, whoever Jungkook was dating was so kind and beautiful.

“Y/N,” she smiled and held out her hand, “that’s a beautiful name. I’m Hani, it was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Hani. I’ll see you later then.” You smiled at them both quickly before walking away to the café, shaken up from that encounter.

~

“Hey! I’m so glad you could make it!” Hani grinned at you and gave you a big hug and let you into Jungkook’s place. “I’m not sure what your favourite food was but I hope you like lasagne.”

“Ah, I’m fine with anything really,” you smiled back. She was so beautiful and so caring, no wonder Jungkook went for her. “Dinner isn’t really done yet but if you’re looking for Kook, he’s upstairs on the right. He seemed to be really nervous about today. I don’t know why though. Maybe you could go and talk to him? Become friends again, yes?” if only she knew.

You couldn’t help yourself and your feet took you to his office, the one you’d been in so many times. The one you’d been bent over on as Jungkook took you from behind. Your hands got sweaty all of a sudden so you wiped them on your jeans, knocking on the door before he called out for you to come in.

“Hey…” he looked up before realising it was you, not Hani. “Oh, hey. I didn’t think you’d come today,” he spoke as he closed the paper work and put his pen down. “Yeah neither did I actually.” He couldn’t help but smile a little.

“How’ve you-”

“So you and-” you both spoke and stopped at the same time before laughing a little. “You go first.” Jungkook said as he got out of his seat and rolled up his sleeves a little. “I was going to say, you and Hani hey?” he shrugged back with a small smile. “You’re complaining?”

“No its just, I’m pretty sure I remember you saying when we first met, I repeat and quote, “I don’t do relationships, they are a waste of time”, isn’t that right Mr Jeon?”

“First of all, if you were trying to mock me with that voice, it was way off.” You and Jungkook both chuckled. “Secondly, a person changes I guess…” you only nodded back slowly. “Is she making you happy?”

“Yeah, she is, she’s beautiful.” Jungkook said back. Your heart broke a little on the inside, your smile faltering a little. “What were you going to say?” you asked, trying to change the conversation.

“Ah, I was going to ask how’ve you been…I see you got a new job to.”

“Yeah, I’ve been well, could be better but you know, that’s life.” It was his turn to nod back slowly. “No boyfriend?”

You shook your head. “Nope, I haven’t even looked at a guy after we ended,” you admitted.

“I thought you said ‘we’ didn’t exist.”

“Well I can’t go around saying ‘my sugar daddy and I went separate ways and now I’m trying to find a job so I don’t go back to starving myself’ now can I Jungkook?”

Silence filled the air after your little speech, you and Jungkook just staring at each other, “I’m going to go downstairs,” you turned on your heels before his hand came and grabbed your wrist, turning you around and before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours.

You weren’t able to think clearly, maybe it was because of his soft lips. Maybe it was the sexual tension that was beginning to grow in the room. Maybe, just maybe, it was because you missed him. You missed his laugh, his smile, the way his nose crinkles up when he tastes his cooking and it’s disgusting, you missed his hugs, his warm chest, you missed his steady heartbeat. God, you missed Jungkook so much.

Your hand went up to his cheek as your other hand went up to wrap around the back of his neck, tangling in his hair slightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him desperately. The kiss was messy and needy, but somehow, it was full of love.

You were the first one to pull away, in need of some air. Jungkook rested his forehead on yours, looking down at you while slightly out of breath. “Do you regret that?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper. “No,” you replied. The two of you stood like that, in comfortable silence for what seemed like forever until you moved away first, straightening yourself up and clearing your throat. “We should…go have dinner.”

Jungkook only nodded back before stuffing his hands in his jeans, following after you.

~

Your first meeting with Jungkook, replayed in your head.

“I’m here to see Mr Jeon J-”

“Jeon Jungkook, yes come this way madam.” The elder man who spoke to you wore a tuxedo with a pure white cloth placed on his arm as you followed behind him through the expensive restaurant, leading you away from most of the guests and into a more secluded part.

Jungkook came into your sight. He was wearing a suit too, hair slicked back, he looked so good, at least he wasn’t a middle aged man who was looking for sex. He stood up and walked towards you, smirking a little and holding out his hand for you. “Miss Y/N, yes? Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you. You look even more beautiful in real life I must admit.” He kissed your hand lightly when you placed it down on his. He stood back and admired your figure and gave a small nod.

“Thank you…you too- uh, I mean you look handsome, not beautiful. You are beautiful though- oh gosh…” He only chuckled in response before whispering out a “you’re cute,” before pulling out your seat.

“I got here a little earlier so I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered red wine for us both.” He raised the glass to his lips before taking a small sip and placing it back down. “Ah, it’s fine.”

“Instead of beating around the bush, let’s discuss some of the terms of this, ‘relationship’ yes?” you nodded back at him.

“You do understand this should be no strings attached, absolutely no feelings otherwise I’ll let you go. I don’t do relationships, they are a waste of time for a busy man like me. When I call you, you’ll come over and aid me in anything I want but most of the time it’s sex. On board with me so far?” you gulped a little before muttering out a small “yes” as he continued to explain what were the basic rules until your dinner was served.

“So, what made you want to do this whole sugar daddy ordeal? You seem too innocent for something like this.” Jungkook hummed, looking up at you for an answer.

“I need to survive I guess? I need to pay off student loans and pay rent for the apartment my mum, sister and I live in. Sometimes the world is cruel to the innocent ones,” you smiled safly before continuing, “you’re lucky you’ve been born into a family of riches. You don’t need to worry about getting kicked out of a rundown place that you call home.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult to me?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you. You were different, really different. The other girls who had came crawling to him just wanted a whole lot of sex or the money. Yes some of them wanted to survive through life and pay off their student loans too but when Jungkook started paying them, they turned into sex crazed sluts who didn’t have any worth of self-respect.

“O-oh my gosh no! Not at all I didn’t mean to come across that way I just- oh gosh I’m so sorry,” you felt so bad for downgrading him like that but he only smiled back at you, but it didn’t really reach his eyes. “Just because I’m born into a family of riches doesn’t mean everything runs smoothly princess.”

~

You found yourself crying over the last week almost every day, the regret of kissing Jungkook playing over and over in your mind, but you didn’t regret it either. With trembling hands you texted Jungkook.

30/10/16 | 9:53 AM | You:

Hey, can I see you?

30/10/16 | 9:57 AM | Jungkook:

Why? What’s wrong?

30/10/16 | 9:59 AM | You:

I need to talk to you. Urgently.

30/10/16 | 10:01 AM | Jungkook:

Mine at 7pm sound good?

30/10/16 | 10:04 AM | You:

I’ll see you then.

~

“Have you…been crying?” He asked the second he opened the door, seeing your red swollen eyes.

“Is Hani home?” you asked quickly, fiddling with your hands due to you being nervous. “We broke u-” you didn’t even let him finish his sentence before you clung onto him, crashing your lips onto his and kissing him with a fiery passion, holding onto him tightly. It took him a few seconds to realise what had actually happened before he was kissing you back, holding you close.

Tears were rolling down your face, the taste of bitter saltiness being tasted in your kiss but neither of you cared. You pulled back and buried your face into his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying that day. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I-I’m sorry for saying I don’t love you, because I-I do, so damn much Jungkook. P-please tell me it’s not too late, please.”

He remained silent, raising your chin with his finger so he was looking down at you, a smile plastered on his face. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Jungkook, so much.” That night, there was no “daddy” no “baby girl” no fucking, it was love. Jungkook had made love to you, and you couldn’t be happier. The man you loved was back in your world again and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Neither could Jungkook. Something that started out with no love, had turned into love, maybe that was your fate.


a/n: omg finally finished this mini series! i hope you all liked and enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it >.< feedback is appreciated! (p.s, i’ll be working on another part to camboy!seokjin tomorrow hehe)