he never leaves his hair alone

imagine the foxes walking in on andreil making out for the first(and probably not last) time:

· so neil had left for a few days to figure out some stuff bout their deal with ichirou and hes back but they had a game that night so andreil couldn’t have a proper “reunion”

· the game is over(they won obvs) and the rest of the teams talking to the press but neil’s exhausted so he goes alone to the changing room

· andrew follows neil

· (gently) pins him against the locker and checks if neil is injured anywhere

· “you missed me”, neil says

· “203 percent.”

· “such a bad liar babe” (neil calls andrew babe in my world without being murdered shut up and let me live)

·  “yes or no

·  “yes.”

· and andrew kisses neil. cos yes he has missed neil. and he hates it. he doesn’t ‘miss’ people. hes the one who makes them disappear.

· and god neils kisses feel so fucking good.

· neither of them knows how long has passed since their lips touched

· they finally come up to breathe and neil smiles

· andrew wants to kill something. probably neil. cos how can someones smile make him feel this way?

· and neil rests his forehead against andrews and for once andrew doesn’t move away but just shuts his eyes

· a slight sound behind them

· andrews knives are out in a second

· and its the remaining seven

· all of them

· kevin is just standing there cos their relationship is not his business. aaron just leaves. renee is smiling cos shes an angel. nicky my boy has a hand over his heart and he looks like a proud father..allison holds her palm out for the money she just won and matt and dan are in shock.

· cos they’ve never seen andrew willingly touch, let alone kiss someone like this. they’ve never seen neil smile like that. they’ve never seen anyone, even kevin touch andrews hair.  

· but here they both are, doing the impossible

· and they’re still breathing (rather hard i might add)

· and andrew points his knives towards them

· and goes “if i ever hear a word about this every single one of you is fucking dead”

· and walks out.

May Dragneel

I don’t have a properly title for this, but it’s what it says.

May Dragneel belongs ot @keiid​ . It’s her Zervis daughter.

———

Year X802, Magnolia. Inside a little house, a pink haired man and a black haired little girl were playing a card game.


- You win again, May - said the pink haired man -. I have nothing to invalidate your hand.

- I knew I was going to win since we started playing.

- You really are like your mother.


The little girl smiled. In that moment, the front door opened, and a blonde woman entered in the house.


- Mama! - yelled the little girl while running to the woman.

- Hello sweetie! - said the woman, taking the girl in her arms -. What are you doing here, Natsu?

- Larcade asked me to watch over May - answered Natsu -. He needed to go to a mission.

- Do you know something about Zeref?

- No, nothing. Sorry, Mavis.


May’s face changed when she listened the name “Zeref”. She was mad.


- She’s still mad for what happened a month ago? - asked Natsu.

- She really wanted that fairy doll, and Zeref promised it to her, but…

- I know. I was helping Zeref to find it for a week.

- He’s been missing since that.

- I should go. Lucy will yell at me if I’m late to lunch today.

- Tell me if you know something about Zeref.

- I will.

- Bye, dragon! - yelled May.

-  Bye princess.


Natsu left the house, leaving mother and daughter alone.


- You can’t be mad at your father forever, May.

- He said a Dragneel never breaks it’s promises. He did. I won’t forgive him.


Mavis hugged his daughter. She knew very well how much May wanted that doll.


Later that evening, the door opened slowly. A black haired man entered in the house, trying to not be discovered.


- Zeref Dragneel! - yelled Mavis, seeing the man -. Where have you been this month!?

- It’s long to explain, but short to demonstrate.


Zeref went where May was and put a fairy doll in front of her. She was still mad at him, and didn’t want to look at him, but she looked at the doll.


- That’s not the one I wanted - said May.

- I know. You wanted the black haired doll, not the blonde. But I couldn’t find it anywhere.

- I don’t want that one.

- I have a compensation for that. Can you look at me for a second?


May looked at her father, with anger in her eyes. But her eyes sparkled when she saw what her father had in his hands.


- Now, tell me. Why do you need a fairy doll with black hair when you can be a fairy? - asked Zeref.

- I love you, daddy!


May jumped and hugged Zeref. Then, she took the fairy costume and ran upstairs.


- Well, two promises less - said Zeref.

- You didn’t promise her any fairy costume - said Mavis.

- I promised a fairy to you.

- May is not a fairy, even with a costume.

- Are you sure?


May ran downstairs, with the costume on. Mavis put her hands in her mouth and cried.


- How do I look, mama? - asked May.

- Like a real fairy - answered Mavis.

- I told you - said Zeref -. Our daughter is like a fairy.

- You don’t have anything to say, Zeref?

- Happy late birthday, May.

- Thank you, papa!

Jikook Valentine’s Day

It’s late I know, but I just had to, because Jikook fanart is a must for valentine’s day!

A little headcanon:

- Before and during valentine’s day are the busiest time for Jungkook’s little bakery shop.

-It’s nice really, making pretty and delicious cake has always been Jungkook’s dream anyway.

-If there is one thing Jungkook hates about his job is that he can’t spend his valentine’s day with the one he loves like any other people.

-He considers himself lucky to have Park Jimin as his boyfriend, the little guy who has a heart of gold sent from heaven for him. Six years being together and never once they spent valentine’s day together, going on a date like most people do, and never once Jimin complains.

-But every valentine’s night when Jungkook finally done with his job after selling the last piece of cake he would go back home to Jimin who’s almost fall asleep waiting for him.

-And Jungkook would sneaks in beside him, caressing his hair, muttering a sincere apology for leaving Jimin alone on such a special day.

-And every year Jimin would say the same thing, “what? today’s valentine’s day? I thought it was yesterday, or the day before that, or before that, because it sure feels like it is,” and he snuggles closer to Jungkook.

-And Jungkook would also say, “tomorrow too, tomorrow is also valentine’s day,” for us. Jungkook kisses his forehead.

-”I know,” Jimin says before he falls asleep, and Jungkook smiles against Jimin’s pink hair, right, just like this, sleeping with the one he loves, it already feels more like valentine than any valentine he knows.

I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warnings: mention of rape

A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.


You sat on your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck. “What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you. Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark, but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed, sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in. He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?” He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled, walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone, while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged your shoulders.


You lay in your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face, almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the TV.
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling, after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling closer.
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised. Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking, while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and for that night everything was perfect.

Amortentia

Originally posted by sugutie

Words: 4,778.

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, fluff.

Summary: Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.

A/N: I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 5)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Pietro Maximoff

A/N: Hiiiii sorry for the wait!


“What’s wrong? You bolted out of there so fast.” Bucky says, stepping inside your room.

You pull away from the hug but Wanda doesn’t fully release you from her hold. “I’m fine, I just felt sick.”

His eyebrows knit together. “Sick? Do you need me to get you some medicine? How sick? Like nausea? Stomach pains?”

“She’s fine now, Bucky.” Wanda snapped. “You can go back to the kitchen. I’ve got her.”

She was shooting daggers into his head. If looks could kill, he’d be dead. Bucky genuinely looked confused towards Wanda’s glares and her tone. He looks at you as if waiting for confirmation and you rub your eyes.

“Go, Bucky, I’m fine, really.” you say.

A look flashes over his features, something you can’t quite decipher before he turns around and leaves your room. You let out a sigh and turn back to Wanda who was frowning.

“That oblivious asshole.” she muttered under her breath.

“Can we just forget about him for like, forever?” you groan, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Whatever you want, Y/N.” she says. “Ooo! How about we go see my brother tomorrow! I know you haven’t seen him in a while and it’ll be good for you to get away from Bucky for a day.”

You shrug. “Yeah, okay. I miss that squirt anyways.”

“I’m sure he misses you too.” she lets you go and nods over to your bed. “Get some sleep. We’ll leave around eight.”

“Isn’t Pietro gonna get mad that we’re there so early? He’s not a morning person.” you say, sitting on your bed.

“Yeah but it’s alright. He’ll get over it.” Wanda shrugged.

You laugh and climb into bed, watching as Wanda left your room after bidding you goodnight. You lay there for a bit, excited that you would be seeing Pietro tomorrow.


“Get up!” Wanda shouted before jumping on you. “Get up, get up, get up!”

You let out an annoyed groan and reach over, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the brunette. “Shut. Up.”

Wanda smiles. “Come on, we gotta hit the road.”

“I haven’t even had breakfast yet, Wanda.” you whine, opening one eye to look at her.

“We’ll go get breakfast with Pietro now come on.” she pulls you up and out of bed before handing you some clothes. “I took the liberty of getting some clothes for you. Hurry up and take a shower.”

You playfully roll your eyes and snatch the clothes from her, disappearing into the bathroom. You have absolutely no idea how someone can be so happy in the morning. After taking a shower and getting dressed, you find Wanda in the living room, on her phone.

“I’m ready.” you announce with a smile.

“Ready for what?” a groggy voice says from behind you. Both you and Wanda turn around, seeing Bucky standing there. It’s clear that he’s just woken up.

“We’re going to see my brother.” Wanda smiled. Bucky tenses up.

“Oh.” he nods. “Are you sure you have to go? I wanted to do something with you today.” he looks directly at you as he spoke.

“Um..” you cough. “Yeah. I haven’t seen Pietro in a while and I miss him.”

All he does is nod. The awkward silence makes it’s way towards you and Bucky but before it could get too awkward, Wanda comes up beside you and grabs your upper arm.

“Come on Y/N.”

You don’t hesitate, letting her drag you away from Bucky and out of the building, to her car. “I froze, oh my god I’m such an idiot. That was such an awkward silence and I hate awkward silences.”

Wanda puts the car in drive. “Don’t think about it too much.”


After a very long drive (actually it was only 20 minutes but you get very moody when you’re hungry) you finally make it to Pietro’s apartment. You go to knock but Wanda grabs your hand, stopping you.

“What? I’m gonna knock.” you say. She shakes her head and digs around her pocket before pulling out a key.

“I have a key. He gave it to me for emergencies only.” she tells you before unlocking the door.

The scent of vanilla dances around you as the two of you enter his apartment.

“He’s probably still sleeping.” Wanda whispered to you. She starts walking to Pietro’s room and you follow closely behind. Wanda quietly opens the door, revealing a sleeping Pietro facing the door. He was laying on his stomach and his face was squished into the pillow. He looked at peace.

You smile and walk towards his bed, laying down next to him while Wanda stood at the foot of his bed. She quietly counted to 3 before jumping on top of him, much similar to what she did to you that morning, and shouted ‘get up’. Pietro’s eyes snap open and he gasps, looking over at Wanda before glaring at her while she laughed.

“What the hell, младшая сестра!” he shouts, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m not little.” she states, moving over to sit down.

“I’m twelve minutes older than you.”

Wanda rolls her eyes before nodding her head over to you. “I brought you a present.”

“Thanks for objectifying me.” you spoke. Pietro looks over at you and a huge grin takes place on his lips.

“Y/N!” his arm reaches over and pulls you towards him, causing you to become squished between his arm and his chest.

“Hey Piet.” you laugh.

“What are you guys doing here?” he asks after hugging you.

“Can’t I just come by and see my loving brother with my friend?” Wanda sighs.

“You never want to see me.”

“Fine, you caught me.” she says. “Bucky has been giving her a hard time so I thought I’d bring her here to get away from him.”

Pietro looks at you. “Bucky’s been giving you a hard time?”

“Something like that.”

Pietro looks at you then at Wanda, obviously waiting for one of you to fill him in. Wanda rolls her eyes and looks over to you. “Can I tell him?”

You and Pietro look at each other and you nod. “Sure.”

And so Wanda tells Pietro everything, him nodding to signal that he understood what was being said. When she was done, he scoffed. “I could have told you that she liked Bucky.”

You and Wanda give him a look. “You mean you knew?”

“Yeah, it was obvious.” he shrugged.

“How did you find out? I never told anyone that I liked him.” you spoke.

“You didn’t have to.” he tells you. “Your body language says everything. Every time you were near Bucky you’d tuck your hair behind your ears and play with your fingers.”

“How did you-”

“I spend a lot of time studying people. I can’t believe no one has found out about your little crush.”

Wanda chuckled. “I wouldn’t call it little.”

You glare at her.

“Leave my love alone.” Pietro huffed, kicking his sister.

“I didn’t come here to be bullied.”

“Then you shouldn’t have came.”

“You know what-”

“Ugh, you guys are such siblings.” you roll your eyes at the two and they laugh. “Now that you’re all filled in on my tragic love life, can we go get something to eat because Wanda’s been starving me.”

Pietro chuckled. “Yeah, let me get changed.”


A/N: I’m. So. Tired. Anyways, bit short but oh whale. Tell me what ya think!

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Do I like Him?

Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au

Summary;  “I’m not your princess.”  You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.

Word count; 3.2k 

 warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink

A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg

Originally posted by jeonify

You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.

You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.

“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’
“Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”
“Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you.
You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head.
“That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.

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NCT 127 & TenKunSol reaction to another guy asking you (their S/O) out in front of them

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Anon: nct 127 + ten, hansol & kun to a guy asking out their gf when he’s in infront of them?? btw i love your blog so much!!!

This is very, very long so apologies in advance lmao I just get carried away with the cute, fluffy requests lol 😂 😂 😂

Thank you to @markleetrashh who inspired me with the ideas for, Kun, Jaehyun and Mark’ reactions! Her ideas were so cute, so I hope I’ve done them justice. And to @suhsexual for the ideas she out forward too, thank you! 💜


Taeil:

Originally posted by ithastobemoontaeil

When one of your male friends from high school greeted you at a party you were at, Taeil wasn’t bothered with his blatant flirting and attempts to win you over. He trusted you enough to know you would never lead another guy on, especially in front of him, finding it rather amusing to see his shameless attempts.

However, as soon as the guy asked you out for a date the next week, his mood would change. He’d definitely be bothered by it, although it wouldn’t show on his face at the time. You’d turn the guy down politely, dragging an unusually quiet Taeil away with you.

Taeil would usually always have a hard time expressing his feelings and thoughts to you, usually suppressing them without realising. He’d feel a little insecure after the guy asked you out, probably overthinking your relationship too. He’d realise that you could probably have someone else who could treat you better than him, and always be there with you than away on schedules.

His weird behaviour would go on for a couple days (after the incident), until you noticed it and confronted him about it; you knew that unless you asked him about it, he probably wouldn’t ever tell you. After some comforting words from you, and time of course, he’d tell you, quietly murmuring about how he feels a little insecure and worried about your relationship now; he wouldn’t say much, but the words he did speak, would be very sincere and heartfet.

Your eyes would soften at his words, your hand reaching out to squeeze his hands reassuringly. He’d probably be okay after that, but you’d just have to be careful around other guys, and try to keep your distance from them if they were the flirting-type.


Hansol:

Originally posted by 1aeil

Hansol wouldn’t be the jealous type, so like Taeil, wouldn’t be bothered by the guy in front of you flirting with you. Hansol would have an arm wrapped lazily around your shoulders, not really paying much attention to the conversation or questions being asked. He honestly wouldn’t be that interested in the guy, his mind probably running off to think about Yuta food instead.

The guy would eventually ask you out, after about 20 minutes of trying to flirt with you (and you just being polite and trying your best to subtly get him to shut up) Hansol’s head would immediately snap to look at you, eyes searching your face frantically. Although he didn’t care that someone had just asked you out, he’d worry about what you’d say.

You looked up at him, frowning when you see his face laced with confusion, his puppy-dog eyes and a pout on his face. He’d feel a pang of hurt in his heart, seriously thinking that maybe you might agree to this guy’s date. He’d rarely feel any self-doubt, but he would right there.

Stuttering out a polite “no, thank you”, you’d be pulled away by Hansol, who took you away into a private space elsewhere. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your smaller frame towards him so his larger one practically engulfed you. You’d think at first that he was upset, but then you felt him smiling against your skin, lighting giggling. Swinging you side to side gently, he’d be all giggly and fluffy, feeling extremely privileged and special that you said no.


Johnny:

Originally posted by taesyong

Johnny would be standing behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, his head resting on your shoulder as he watched with amusement, some random trying to chat you up. The guy must’ve not realised that you two were an item, despite how Johnny was holding you, continuing to throw out some pick up lines and compliments.

When he asked you to meet up for coffee the next day, Johnny would literally burst out laughing, surprising the guy and you. You’d stare at him in shock, confused as to what exactly he was laughing at. Johnny would be bent over his knees, laughing hysterically and occasionally trying to stand up properly to control himself, but then failing miserably and starting laugh again.

The guy would look petrified at this point, probably finally making the connection that you and Johnny were together and feeling embarrassed. He’d turn to you apologetically, stuttering out an apology and then another to Johnny (whose still laughing), before scurrying away in shame.

Watching him go, you’d turn back to Johnny, hitting him harshly on the shoulder in annoyance. He’d wince at your action, finally deciding to stop laughing and to be mature at last. He’d look at you innocently, rubbing his shoulder. “Why did you have to do that Johnny? Look at what you’ve done!” You’d cry, throwing your arms up in anger. You had never been so embarrassed in your life, irritated at his lack of sensitivity and maturity.

You’d walk away in a huff, ignoring Johnny’s apologies and attempts to calm you down. This’d go on for a few days, until your temper went down and you could finally forgive him. After that incident, he’d be more mature about this kind of thing, which you’d appreciate a lot.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by t-yong

Taeyong would probably spot the guy eyeing you up before you even noticed him. He seems very observant and could easily read people and their intentions without even trying to. He’d watch the guy intensely, biting his lip with nerves. He’d probably get a little more clingy with you too, but not so much that you found his behaviour weird.

But once Taeyong started to tune out a bit, doing what looked like day-dreaming to you, you got worried. Placing a hand affectionately on his chest, you’d grab his attention, his head turning down to look at you and give you a small smile. He’d very quickly though, look back up at the guy who was still staring at you with admiration.

Following his gaze with confusion, your meet eyes with the guy in question, jumping in shock slightly when you see how intensely this guy was staring at you. He’d start to walk towards you, smirking at you, totally unfazed that you had just caught him staring. You’d feel Taeyong wrap his arm even tighter around your waist; you swore you even heard him groan lowly, which sounded a bit like a growl actually, a sign he wasn’t happy at all.

In fact, the guy wouldn’t even have the chance to talk to you, let alone ask you out, since you just took hold of Taeyong’s arm and walked in the opposite direction. It was hard at first, since Taeyong was so stubborn and probably wanted to stay and yell at the guy or something, but eventually he just let you drag him elsewhere.

You’d stroke his face and play with his hair, murmuring how you loved him and would never leave him so wouldn’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away. He’d need reassurance and a lot of affection from you to calm down, his normal clingy self being amplified by literally hundreds in moments like this.

It’d be annoying at first, but eventually you too would be able to read people and tell if they wanted more from you than just a polite chat, so stopping this side of Taeyong from coming out.


Yuta:

Originally posted by dovounq

this gif actually fits in perfectly wtf lmaooooo

I can imagine that Yuta would already be extremely clingy and affectionate in your relationship, in private and in public. Therefore it’d come as a shock, and insult, to him if anyone tried asking you out. Like, isn’t it a bit obvious that he’s your boyfriend and not a friend or brother, if he’s kissing you and cuddling with you?

He’d probably ignore the guy who was trying to get your attention, just sticking to playing with your hair and adjusting your jacket occasionally. Little gestures like that would always make you blush, but this guy probably thought he was the one making you blush. When he asked you out, Yuta would stare at him darkly, looking him up and down as if he was judging how much of an idiot this guy was.

He’d look visibly offended and annoyed, huffing and scoffing at him, a look of disgust on his face. He would genuinely be insulted by this guy’s question, wondering how stupid he must be, to not make the link between you and Yuta.

You politely turned him down, aware of Yuta beside you, explaining that although he was a lovely guy, you already had a boyfriend but knew he’d find someone eventually. Gesturing to Yuta, he’d grab your hand, pecking the back of it in adoration before lacing his fingers with yours. The guy would nod, muttering a “bye” before walking away.

Yuta’s mood would change, instantly turning smug and quite self-assured once you two were left alone. He’d be proud of you for turning him down lightly like that, enjoying how people wanted you as much as he did, yet he was he only one who could actually have you. So yes, after he’d be very cocky and playful, teasing you about your “millions of admirers”.


Kun:

Originally posted by hansoulji

Although Kun would usually struggle with expressing his feelings to you visibly, he wouldn’t have a problem with showing his jealousy or discomfort. He’d be so different to his usual self, one who acted like an angel, treated you like a princess and was very, very sensitive to other people. But honestly though, he’d completely change if someone ever tried stealing you away.

Kun is totally the type to have a resting bitch face if he was mad, turning extremely cold and icey towards everyone and anyone. He’d let the guy at least try, and although wouldn’t show it, would find his pathetic attempts funny and maybe just a lil bit innocent too.

Scanning his face, Kun would judge the guy, seeing how much of a threat he is, seeing how he should handle the situation. Keeping a straight face, he’d lace his fingers wth yours slowly, giving your hand a little squeeze of reassurance, once he noticed you looking up at him in confusion for his odd behaviour.

The guy wouldn’t have the chance to even ask you out as Kun would interrupt him suddenly, lifting up your intertwined hands between you. Gesturing towards them, he’d say: “sorry, but she’s not interested. She’s busy with me. And no, she’s not going to pick you over me. Bye.” Turning sharply on his heels and walking away, he’d keep your hands locked, you struggling to keep you with his fast strides.

In a way you’d be thankful for how he handled the situation, and for being polite about it, but then again, you’d feel slightly bad for not saying goodbye to the guy. That worry just just disappear though when Kun returned to his normal self, explaining that he was just a little bit jealous and that he loved you. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long even if you tried to.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by dovounq

this has nothing to do with the reaction lmao but he looks amazing here so ijust had too

Doyoung’ reaction would be similar to Johnny’s, but the difference is Doyoung would probably be more direct and obvious about it. Unlike Johnny, he’d already be trying to make the guy uncomfortable, making comments on his clothing and hair. It’d sound quite rude at first, but this is just his personality and in his nature; he wouldn’t mean any of it, he was just nervous. He wouldn’t make much of a deal with skinship, probably liking how the guy had no idea who he was dealing with. Honestly, he’d probably think Doyoung was your brother or best friend, not boyfriend.

Ignoring Doyoung’s remarks and apologising literally after every comment he made, you’d continue chatting with this guy, probably not realising that he was flirting with you. So, in a way, Doyoung acting like that was pretty good, and worked as a defensive mechanism to you and your naiveness. Doyoung would be internally annoyed at you; the signs would be so clear to him and yet they were so distinctive to you.

Eventually the guy would ask you out, a hopeful look in his eyes. He’d probably be younger than you, and very harmless too. As you were about to answer (no), Doyoung interrupted, laughing hysterically and pointing at the guy. “You honestly think, that my girlfriend, would, would choose you, over me?” He’d say between breathes. The guy would then realise what he done done, turning to you and apologising before walking away in embarrassment.

You’d be shocked at Doyoung’s behaviour, finding it quite immature and stupid. It’d probably end up in an argument too; Doyoung accusing you of being stupid and not stopping him sooner, you telling him how rude and insensitive he was. It’d be a big deal and probably the most dramatic reaction out of all the members. But things would blow over eventually - you wouldn’t be able to mad at each other for that long.


Ten:

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Communication between you and Ten would be relatively easy and open. You’d know what each other were thinking a lot of the time, something a lot of couples lack in and therefore, suffer from. He would know that you didn’t like it when people got jealous, so would always try to conceal his jealousy so to prevent problems. Sometimes it’d be relatively easy for him to do so; but other times, he’d struggle to hold back his insecurities. Those “other times” would be if some guy ever flirted with you or asked you out.

Ten would have an arm wrapped round your shoulders, his foot tapping as a sign of his nervousness, his lip caught between his teeth. He’d frown at the guy in front of you, unsure of what he exactly wanted from you. He wouldn’t want to be jealous unnecessarily, so would be hanging onto his every word waiting for a sign that might give his intentions away.

Unusually quiet, he’d surprise all three of you when he answered the guy’s question to you for a date, snapping suddenly. A ragged sigh would escape his lips, the exasperated sound silencing you all. Shutting his eyes in attempt to control himself and his jealousy, he’d calmly ask the guy to leave, gesturing with a hand in the opposite direction. You’d feel his arm move from your shoulders to your waist, tightening defensively. Although you didn’t look at him, rather looking down at the floor, you could only imagine that Ten’s face was red with adrenaline and anger.

After a few moments, you hear the guy walk away questioningly, not bothering to ask you again or ask what his problem was. Ten would let out a sigh of relief, pulling his limbs away from you and burying his face in his hands out of embarrassment. He’d mutter out a sincere apology, cursing himself for snapping and being rude.

Originally you wanted to smack Ten for his stupidness and for snapping, but when you saw him flushed with shame, your heart softened and you cursed yourself for not noticing his jealousy earlier. He’d always be very cuddly after things like this, hiding his face in your hair in attempt to cool down and recover from earlier.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Jaehyun would literally have two completely different ways of reacting to someone asking you out, but it’d all depend on his mood and how he was feeling.

If he was in a good mood, he’d find the whole situation quite light-hearted and funny, but not going as far as embarrassing the guy, like some of the other members might. He’d be very smiley despite the situation, and a little sarcastic too. He’d say things like “babe, look at you attracting so many guys!” or “I can’t believe everyone wants my girlfriend, shame I don’t like sharing!” They’d be quite sarcastic and funny, his subtle way of telling the guy to basically scram. When he’s like this, it wouldn’t even reach the situation of someone asking you out, just a bit of flirting, since the guy would quickly catch on and then leave you both to it.

But if he was in a bad mood, or tired or hungry for example, he wouldn’t hesitate to be rude and snappy with the guy. He might even go as for as arguing or threatening the guy a little, anything to make him back off even if it was harmless (e.g. a teenage boy) He’d come across as quite scary to other guy, due to his unusually straight face and dark glare. In fact, it’d even scare you a bit, since you were so used to seeing a cute and fluffy Jaehyun. The guy might still try asking you out if he wasn’t already scared to death lmfao but then would immediately retreat and leave when he heard Jaehyun literally growl at him, scowling deeply.

With a little reassurance and some cutesy words from you though, Jaehyun would eventually turn back to his normal self, a grin playing on his lips. Either way, Jaehyun probably wouldn’t be the type to get jealous easily anyway, so both of these would be very, very rare.


WinWin:

Originally posted by pourup

I feel like it would be very “normal” in a sense to have guys attempt to approach you for a date if you were dating Sicheng. More than with any other member. It’s quite easy to overpower him and make him feel quite small, and people might take advantage of this, using it for their own benefit.

And typically, the same thing would happen. Some arrogant, self centred guy would greet you, flashing their pearly whites and winking at you occasionally. They’d completely blank WinWin despite his innocent efforts to say hi to him too and introduce himself. Honestly WinWin would be too innocent towards anything and probably too naïve (at first) to realise that this guy only came up to you, to flirt with you. It’s probably also be the reason why it happened too - he wouldn’t be able to stop things from getting worse because he wouldn’t be able to notice the warning signs.

They’d start a conversation with you, ignoring WinWin’s inputs or polite questions. Eventually they’d just snap at him, telling him to “fuck off or shut up”. Immediately, WinWin would stop talking, taken aback by his demand. It still wouldn’t click though to him; his mind would be completely blank and he’d genuinely think that he had done something wrong. Stupidly, WinWin would apologise, even beginning to leave and walk away, as the guy just rolled his eyes at him.

You’d gawp at the guy, feeling insulted by what he had just said and pulled WinWin back by the arm. Scowling at the guy, you’d turn to WinWin asking him if he was okay and that he shouldn’t listen to him, before turning back to him and yelling at him. You’d ask him what he said that, why he was so cruel to him, not giving him a chance to reply, before telling him that he would be the one to “fuck off or shut up”. The guy would try to protest, but then would give up swearing at you and walk away from you.  

So technically, in moments like this, WinWin would have literally no reaction because 1) it wouldn’t even reach the point where he could ask you out since you’d quickly get irritated by him, and 2) WinWin wouldn’t do or say anything, oblivious to the guys attempts to woo you. He’d feel a little insecure and jealous afterwards, probably by overthinking it, but would quickly get over it once he remembered how you stood up for him.


Mark:

Originally posted by moonyutae

Mark would act very mature for his age and polite during times like these. He’s too nice and too polite to be rude to people, even if they get on his nerves or irritate him. I think he’s probably good at hiding his feelings too, or at least, hiding them until a later date where it’s more of a suitable time and place to express them.

Of course, he’d feel jealous and insecure when some guy greeted you, already flirting with you with his eyes, barely acknowledging Mark. Eyeing the guy from the side, listening to how he spoke to you and thinking about what he actually wanted from you, he’d subconsciously edge his way closer to you, as if to protect you.

Reaching out, he’d grab your hand, holding in between both of his hands and rubbing the back of your hand comfortingly with the pad of his thumb. He’d frown when he saw that the guy continued to ignore him and didn’t look at your interlinked fingers, something that Mark did in hope of him noticing.

Once the conversation subsided a bit, Mark would quietly speak up, politely telling the guy that you were already taken, by himself, and that you had no interest in speaking to him again. Nodding along to confirm Mark’s words, the guy would finally notice your hands, pointing to them and gawping a bit.

He’d apologise, saying that he had no clue and was sorry.  Mark would make sure there were no disagreements or hard feelings between any of you. He didn’t want to make an enemy and certainly didn’t want to hurt anyone else’s feelings, even if his own heart felt a little crushed.


Haechan:

Originally posted by 127boys

Haechan would be the type to get very insecure in his relationship with you and would need the adoration of you to feel even just a little bit confident. I think sometimes he might feel like second-best to other people in his life; so, in the one thing that he could definitely be first choice in (aka. your relationship), you’d have to tread carefully. One time that he could get insecure as a result of. Would be if any other guy, tried flirting or asking you out. But he’d have different ways of reacting depending of the guy.

If he was older than Haechan, he’d be very timid and quiet, utterly like himself. He’d silently stand next to you, shoulders hunched, hands held tightly together in front of him, and he’d look down to the ground. It’d honestly be so heartbreaking to see him like like; it’d be like he was an infant getting told off for being in trouble. He wouldn’t say anything as you exchanged friendly comments with the guy. As soon as he asked you out for a date, Haechan’s breathe would catch in his throat, waiting for your reply (probably expecting you to agree as well) Of course, you’d turn him down and, later on, once it was only the two of you, would he start to return to his normal self. He’d refuse to talk about earlier, preferring to just forget about it.

If he was younger than Haechan, he’d literally answer his question (for a date) for you. Sharply he’d bark out a “no”, shrugging his shoulders innocently as if to say “too late mate, why d'you even try?” He’d be more dominating and more confident to stand up for himself and your relationship. Although he’d be more relaxed like this, it wouldn’t mean that he still didn’t feel extremely jealous.

Honestly, it wouldn’t matter to him who in the guy in question would be, or even how Haechan would react in the moment - he’d always feel slightly intimidated and threatened by other guys.  

Still Beautiful. (Pack/Scott McCall Imagine)

Request: Hey can you do a teen wolf imagine where the reader is Derek’s little sister and is covered in burn scars from the fire so she is really self conscious about her body, but the pack tries to make her feel better about herself. -thanks!

Okay, I’m sorry I’m incredibly inactive when it comes to actually writing and posting things. It’s really hard to this when you have school and finals. But now that I’m on Winter Holiday, I think we’re good…

Another note, I felt as if this would be really cute as a Scott McCall imagine and seeing as I haven’t written anything for Scott, I went ahead and made it a Scott McCall imagine as well. I hope you don’t mind that I did so.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! But bear with me. :)

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by 1-800-boys

Scott has only seen your body once. It was the night of a full moon and Derek called him in a panic as he realized you, being a young, evolved wolf, had shifted and ran off into the forest. After Scott roared at you, you shifted back into your naked human form that had burn scars and marks all over your body. But even though you saw yourself as a complete monster, fangs and scars and all, Scott assured you that he saw nothing short of beauty.

But Scott’s constant compliments and Derek’s support never stopped your wavering confidence. Although most days you’ve come to terms that you will never heal nor share the same physique as your sister Cora, some days you never felt at home in your own body. And today was one of those days. 

The pack decided to go to the beach, of all places. And although Scott urged them to choose a new location, in fear that the venue would upset you, you encouraged their plans. He drove Stiles’s jeep, with Stiles as passenger, and you and Lydia in the back. Lydia was sporting a summer dress with her swim suit underneath while you wore Scott’s baggy sweater and some cut offs that showed off the only part of your body that hadn’t been burned by the fire.

Scott glanced at you in worry, getting a whiff of your anxious chemo signals, but you gave him a reassuring smile. The others had been looking forward for today and you certainly didn’t plan to be the kill joy. 

As the pack unloaded, you offered to stay back to watch their things. Only Malia, Lydia, and Scott found this odd but the two girls rushed off into the cool ocean waters, thinking that it was just girly problems. But Scott knew. 

“You okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you. You nodded. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Go, have fun with the others. I’m fine.” You assured your boyfriend. And although he knew better, Scott nodded and discarded his shirt before giving you a peck on the lips and running into the waters. 

As time went on and as the beach got more and more packed, you couldn’t help but feel out of place in Scott’s sweater as you watched other girls show off their blemish free bikini-ready bodies. A group of teenage boys parked themselves next to the pack’s belongings, you sat on a beach towel and they snickered as they whispered. You being a werewolf, heard every single word and “prude” had been their popular phrase. And their comments never stopped. You closed your eyes in fear that tears would fall from your eyes.

You didn’t realize that the pack had soon surrounded you, taking a break from their fun. Scott nudged you. “What’s wrong babe?” He whispered. You shook your head, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. 

“Aw… She’s crying. Bet you he broke up with that prude for the hot girl with the red hair.” A boy joked loudly to his friends, causing the group to laugh. Malia growled, hearing his comment. 

“Hey, leave her alone.” Liam snapped. 

“She can’t fend for herself?” A boy laughed. You took a deep breath, feeling your canines expanding. Scott grabbed onto your forearm and rubbed it soothingly. But you snapped your hand away and got up. “She doesn’t even let him touch her. She is a prude.” You heard Stiles’s voice arguing for your defense but you were too busy listening to the ocean, in an attempt to block out the voices, to pay attention. 

Scott had grabbed onto your waist and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you, you know.” He whispered. You nodded. “Those guys are asses. You’re beautiful.” You turned and smiled at him, giving him a peck on the lips. 

“I don’t care what they think.” You whispered back, more to convince yourself than him. “You are the most truthful person I know, Scott. You wouldn’t lie.” 

“No I won’t.” Scott said, pecking your lips once more. 

“Well I want to show you something.” You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence you never felt before. Scott gave you a confused look as you bolted for the water, his sweater flying through the air. 

Scott ran after you and splashed into water. You greeted him with a long, passionate kiss as he took in what was in front of him. You wore a black bikini, that showed off your werewolf physique and although you were self conscious about the scars that detailed your every curve, you knew that Scott found you beautiful and in his gaze you felt beautiful. 

“Woah, there’s that boy with a hot chick.” You both heard the familiar voice of that boy from earlier. 

“That’s the same girl you idiots called a prude.” Lydia smirked as Scott pulled you into another kiss. 

“Scars or no scars, (Y/N). You’re Still Beautiful to me.” Scott told you, lovingly. 

BTS Reaction To: snapping at their S/O who’s trying to comfort them

Thank you to anon for the request!

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Seokjin:

Jin isn’t the type to normally get very angry, however, if he was in a state of extreme stress, I could see him possibly snapping without thinking about it. He would be shocked at himself when he raised his voice at you as you tried to comfort him. He’d feel so bad for getting angry when you were just trying to make him feel better and he’d immediately begin apologizing over and over. I imagine him pulling you into a tight hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he apologized and explained how stressed he’d been lately. 

Yoongi:

You’d be trying comfort Yoongi by running your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. Yoongi, despite being someone who’s quite expressive when he gets angry, would never really get angry at you because he loved you too much. However, if he was under a lot of stress, he might lose control of himself. He’d get irritated and shove you away, telling you to leave him alone. He wouldn’t notice at first that he’d snapped at you for a moment because he’d be busy stressing over work, but then he’d come running for you after you’d left the room. He’d grab you and whisper a quiet sorry while pulling you into a hug and promising to never yell at you again. 

Hoseok:

Like Jin, Hoseok really doesn’t seem like the type to get angry very often. If he was stressed out, I imagine him just being quieter and keeping to himself. When he snapped at you out of the blue after things had gotten too stressful, he’d be so upset at himself. Hoseok would probably even tear up a little bit at the fact that he’d gotten that irritated and let his stress build up to a point where he was taking it out on you. He’d be really touchy with you after apologizing, giving you lots of forehead and cheek kisses and just initiating a lot of skinship.

Namjoon:

Namjoon would try hard to bottle his emotions when he’d been overworking because he is the leader and is usually expected to keep himself together even under extreme stress. However, when he’d snapped at you when things got too difficult to handle, he’d feel really guilty for getting angry when you were just trying to comfort him. He’d let the wall he put up to hide his stress break down and would get super soft with you. He’d wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your hair while speaking soothingly to you about how tired he’d been lately.

Jimin:

I feel like Jimin would be on the verge of tears when he snapped at you just because he was so unbelievably stressed. When he realized he’d gotten angry at you, he’d be even more upset and would run to you, letting himself collapse in front of you as he apologized for being so irritated because he’d been working so much lately. He would want you to just sit with him afterward so he could cuddle with you because you’d really be the only one who could relieve his stress. I imagine a lot of sniffly, soft kisses while Jimin tried to just completely wrap himself around you.

Taehyung:

Taehyung would freeze when he saw you flinch at his outburst for you to leave him alone. He wouldn’t even say anything after that, he’d just run towards you and throw his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder. You guys would stay in that tight embrace for a minute or two before he apologized and told you how stressed he’d been lately. I imagine him being really gentle after that, like just speaking in small whispers and him never wanting to let go of you.

Jungkook:

When Jungkook gets upset, it’s a bit difficult to bring him down from his state of anger. Therefore, it would take a moment for Jungkook to calm down after he raised his voice at you for trying to comfort him when he was in such a stressed state. He’d probably need a bit of space, but afterward, he’d apologize for getting angry with you when you were just trying to help. Jungkook would try to be more gentle and grab your hands to lay down with you on the couch as you rested your head on his chest while you talked to him to help him ease his stress.

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Come Home - Theo Raeken

Summary ;; it’s been a very difficult past couple of months for y/n since theo was taken to hell by his sister, and liam notices, so, he goes against the pack just to make you happy once again.

Warnings ;; death (kind of), sadness, angst, s6 spoilers

Words ;; 1.7k

Published ;; 30th march ‘17

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Stay safe + ily🍃


You still remember how it happened, clear as day. 

You remember running as fast as you possibly could down those dark tunnels; you remember your shoes slapping against the damp ground loudly as panicked breaths left your lips and tears stung your waterline, threatening to fall. You remember catching up with the rest of your so-called ‘pack’ as they all stood in a circle, determined looks etched into their faces. 

You remember being too late. 

You remember hearing Kira’s cold words. “The Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo. Your sister wants to see you.“ 

You remember watching her wield her katana as you rushed past the others and stopped short in front of the angered kitsune. "No! Kira, please!” You remember shouting, your voice laced with desperation as Theo glanced your way, his eyes filled with unmistakable panic and fear. 

“(Y/N)…” The whispered words escaped past his lips as he attempted to take a few steps toward you, the girl he loved, but came to a hesitant halt when Liam and Scott bared their teeth and growled at him from directly behind your shaking body. 

You remember Scott grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back as you begged your friends not to do what you knew they were about to. The feeling of complete dread filled you when they continued to ignore your screams, the heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to escape from the True Alpha’s grip. "Please! Don’t do this! Kira!“ You cried out, your heart pounding in your chest as alarm increasingly flared up inside of you. 

“It’s for the best, (Y/N),” Scott’s voice rang through your ears as he held your fighting body tightly against himself. 

“No! Please! I-I love him,” You rasped out, your cries dying down when you looked at your boyfriend. His wide eyes were glued to you, those three words had sprung the sudden feeling of regret for all he had done to put him in this final position onto him as it ran through his veins and he watched the tears fall from your beautiful eyes. If he hadn’t acted the way he did to the rest of the pack, he wouldn’t be about to lose you. But he couldn’t change that now, he reminded himself harshly.

You remember being too late. 

Kira’s sword had already come into contact with the ground by the time you finished your confession, a harsh glare in her glowing eyes. The wet, paved stones cracking and rumbling under your feet. You remember the floor caving in, Theo’s sister crawling her way up from under the rubble, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched her with wide, frozen eyes snatch his legs with her hands, yanking him to the cold, hard ground. 

“(Y/N)! Help me! Please!” His distraught voice echoed through your head and shook your body to the core. 

“Theo!” You remember the sobs that racked through your body and the way that your chest heaved heavily as you tried so hard to get past Scott’s hold on you, as you tried so hard to save the only person who’s ever really loved you. You remember hearing his pleas and watching as his grip on the edge of the ground slipped, and he fell into the epitome of his own hell.

“No!” You remember the scream that erupted from you, your vision blurred with tears and your chest tight with the pain and the loss. Scott let go of you and you immediately scrambled to the giant, gaping hole in the stone, gasping breaths leaving your parted lips hysterically.

You remember being too late. 

The ground swallowed him up just as quick and magically, it was whole again. No cracks, no rubble, no flaws. You remember feeling numb. Your wide eyes locked onto the ground as your knees gave way, leading you to land upon the cold concrete where the boy you loved had just been taken from you. 

– 

You had decided to split away from the pack when the sun rose the very next day. There was a hole, a darkness, a void, in your chest where something was missing, from where Theo was missing… That darkness hadn’t been picked up by light, not even months down the line. It hadn’t changed. 

You hadn’t spoken to anyone; you had barely left the house. You rarely ate, your once glowing skin, now a sickly pale. Your parents were incredibly worried; they knew about the supernatural and the fact that your boyfriend was a creature of the night. 

They knew that he had betrayed the pack a few times but they had regularly seen you and him cuddled close together in your room, his fingers softly running through your hair, your head gently rested on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around your body as you both gazed at the tv, a comfortable silence filling the room; they knew that he would never hurt you. They knew how much Theo meant to you and vice versa.

Now, everything felt wrong. 

You were convinced that none of the pack had noticed your absence at school, even though your leave was extremely abrupt. They all assumed that you were grieving and that you would need time and space to heal and so they left you alone. 

Liam noticed more than anyone, however. Ever since he moved to Beacon Hills, there had been no one who was more welcoming and supportive of him than you and he would never forget that. You two had been good friends all throughout his time in that county and he hated not being able to see you but still knowing how heartbroken you were over the pack’s rash decisions.

So, he decided to do something about it. Getting in touch with the Celestial kitsune, Noshiko Yukimura, had been easy. But, convincing her to come back to Beacon Hills for the sole purpose of her delivering Kira’s katana to them had been slightly more difficult but do-able after some pleads, nonetheless.

Back again, you thought begrudgingly. The underground tunnels seeming even darker and even damper than the last time you were here. The last time you were here.The last time you were here, you lost Theo. 

You folded your arms across your body, shivering as the cool breeze of the evening flowed throughout the maze of tunnels. All the bad memories resurfacing against your will as you stood opposite Liam and Hayden, in the exact area in which you saw your boyfriend get dragged down to his personal hell. 

“What are we doing here, Liam?” Your voice was small and quiet as you glanced around at your dank surroundings, tightening your grip on yourself as if you were attempting to comfort and shield yourself from the nightmares those tunnels bring.

Liam let out a steady huff of air, his eyes flickering to Hayden’s and then back to yours as he brought his hand out from behind his back. Your breath got caught in your throat and as you stared at the item he beheld. Kira’s sword. “W-what?” You stuttered out roughly, your heart hammering in your chest as you took a step closer to your friends. 

“Use it,” His demand was soft and kind as he reached his arm out towards you. You let out an inevitable breath of chilled air before reaching out with shaky hands, grasping the grip of the sword in your fingers.

You looked up at Liam with teary eyes before throwing your free arm around his torso and bringing him into a long overdue hug. His arms went around your shoulders and you muttered out a quiet and muffled but appreciative, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You pulled away and gave a grateful nod of your head Hayden’s way as the two of you barely knew each other; she returned it with a small, happy, smile written on her lips.

You turned away from the two, sighing shakily as you readily positioned the sword above the ground. Not even hesitating once as you lifted the katana up before swinging it back down onto the concrete with as much strength as you could muster.

The ground did as it did before, cracking and rumbling, giving away to create the same wide and immense hole. The stone explodes as a clawed hand shoots up and into the air; a gasp tumbled from your lips as you watched Theo painfully slowly clamber his way out of the rubble and onto safe ground.

“T-Theo?” Your voice seemed to get lost in the cool wind when your glistening eyes connected with his vibrant and glowing, golden ones. Low growls emitted past his sharp canines until his eyes locked onto your frozen body, and his breath gets caught. The gold in his iris’ slowly fading out until the soft hazel colour that you fell in love with is restored. 

“(Y/N)…” He breathed out, his voice hoarse as he took a few steps towards you. Kira’s sword fell out of your grip and clattered onto the floor, the noise echoing and bouncing off the walls of the tunnels but you didn’t notice as your legs carry you as fast as they could back into his warm arms.

Tears that had been collecting on your waterline slowly made their trek down your rosy cheeks as his arms tightly wrap around your waist and his head settles in the crook of your neck. The sadness that had been sitting on your shoulders and weighing you down ever since he was taken away from you, dissipated into thin air and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief because of it. 

Then, you felt his tears on the skin of your slightly exposed collar bone and heard the almost inaudible sound of his sniffles, so you hugged him tighter and ran your fingers through his messy, dark hair. “I-I love you too,” You could only just make out his hushed and muffled words through your elated cries of happiness but your heart swelled when they ring through your ears, like music.

Request

Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 1

Originally posted by rosaesse

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Type: Fluff? Kinda Angsty at first. Gifs inserted throughout.

Word Count: 2719

Summary: Metamorphmagus Y/N loses her mother when she was working as an Auror. Since then, she has had avoided human interaction at all cost. Draco didn’t know anything about what she was, so when her hair change colors before his eyes when he was giving her a hard time, he’s in total shock.

A/N: Pt. 2 coming soon. Not sure how I feel about this one… pt 1 isn’t very interesting between them… but next part will be better I promise! lmk what you guys wanna read.

Warnings: Suicide ment./self hatred, swears, name calling, physical violence, self-harm, suicide attempts… just some really deep shit.

Part 2 Part 3


Your free period was always the worst “class” for you, it gave you time to think… to thrive… to hate. Yourself. Her. The person that did this to you. Anyone. Everyone. If you had a chance to hate you would, you had to let your emotions out somehow. Since the second you first heard the news last summer, your hair had been a deep Navy Blue, besides a moment of confusion and anger here and there, flashing other emotions but always returning back to blue. Most days you spent sat out by the Black Lake or in the room of requirements. No one bothered you there.

But since the last snowfall, you’d been spending your free period in the library, sat far in the corner… it was warmer there. Most days you were left alone. Other days someone would try to flirt with you, or just spark up a conversation, but you never allowed it to last long.

Now, you sat waiting for the other students to leave for Christmas break, sitting in your corner of the library, no other student to be seen. That is… until the door creaked open revealing “The Slytherin Prince” and his usual entourage, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. The pale haired boy was talking loudly as he walked in. That is… until he saw you.

Originally posted by melodymaysecret

“Look what we have here,” He said walking towards you, even though he never intended for you to be here. “Little Miss Quarter Blood.” He scoffed as he stopped in front of your table. “Not even good enough to a half-blood yeah? Your filthy half-blood mother had to get knocked up by some muggle and made you. Fucking waste don’t you think Pansy?”

“Such a disgrace. You shouldn’t even be a witch, you filthy whore.” Pansy spoke nastily. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t say anything. You just looked at them tiredly, wanting them to leave you in peace.

“You need to leave Y/N. Get out. I need to have a private conversation.” He practically spat his words at you. You looked at him, and in a complete monotone, you spoke;

“Why don’t you just go to the room of requirements like you have been every other night?” He was frozen in place, “I’m quite sure no one will be there.” You looked back down at your book. You heard him chuckle, then you felt your hair being pulled, and your shoulders slammed up against the wall.

“What would you know about that?” His eyes were narrowed down to slits, glaring at you intensely.

“Enough that you should just leave me alone before you give me a good reason to tell anyone what you’re doing in there.” You spoke in the same monotone. His grip tightened and he leaned closer to you.

“You don’t know anything.” He hissed into your ear. His friends looked entertained behind him. You only had to say one word;

“Vanishing Cabinet.” You whispered in his ear, making sure no one could hear you but him. He slammed your head back against the stone so hard you felt the heat of blood flowing down your scalp. He began to speak;

“If you tell anyone so help me Merlin I will-”

“Kill me? It won’t work I’ve already tried.” Your voice did not shake. His facial expression fell.

“You’re your mothers’ daughter all right. Too bad you don’t have parents to go home to this week. A filthy family you had. Father died straight off the bat. Mother dies just as you’re growing up. Must feel good to be an orphan.” He choked out as if he didn’t want to say it. He watched as you looked down at your shoes and slowly, hair by hair, the color that he clenched in his fist began to turn a violent red. He let you go and backed away slowly. You looked up to meet his cold face, your eyes now a screaming red.

Originally posted by ruberolaluna

“Malfoy we should go. Now.” Blaise said, beginning to back away. Before he had a chance to respond, you were verbally assaulting him.

“I’d rather be an orphan than be like you and have a father that doesn’t love me. Even worse, a mother who’s making no effort to ever stand up to what your father does. How ‘bout you roll up your sleeves huh? Let’s see what your mother let your father do to you.” He looked horrified. You, the quietest girl he’s ever met, was now going off. “Come on Malfoy!” You laughed, throwing your head back. “You wear it proudly right? Yeah?” You turned, “How ‘bout you Zabini? I know you’ve got one too. I’m not ignorant like everyone else. I can see it clear as day. So come on!” You were yelling now, “own up to it!” They all looked at you in shock before scrambling away. 

“Freak!” Pansy shouted after her as the door closed behind her.

~~~
It was two nights later, and you were in the Room of Requirements, sitting on a small sofa surrounded by bookshelves. It was really the only uncluttered part of the enormous room. From where you were, from the left of the door, you had a clear view of the door. That’s how you’d seen Draco all those times. But he’d never thought to look your way.

You’d noticed that he too stayed at Hogwarts this break, though you hardly saw him, you spent most of your time where you were sat now, reading endlessly until you’d fall asleep on your little brown sofa. You were at that point now, your eyes fighting to stay open to read the words on the page, your other senses becoming less keen.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding out.” Startled by the unfamiliar voice, you reached for your wand and held on tightly as you pointed it in their direction. Here he stood, his hands out in front of him as a sign of surrender. Draco Malfoy. “This is how you knew.” He spoke quietly as you lowered your wand cautiously.

“You aren’t exactly cautious. Anyone could have been here, you’re lucky it was someone who doesn’t care if they live or die.” You spoke bluntly.

“I suppose,” He lifted a hand, pointing to the other end of your cozy sofa, “May I sit? I believe we have some things to discuss.” You shrugged and told him he could do whatever he wants, so he took a seat four feet away from you.

“We have nothing to discuss. We could never talk to each other again and I would be content.” You spoke in your flat voice, which seemed to lose its depth when your mother died.

“I want to know what the colors mean.” He spoke when he realized that going around the point wasn’t going to work in his favor.

“Read a book and you’ll learn all about it.” You retorted. “That’s not something you ask someone. That’s like me asking what your stupid dark mark means. But I’m not dumb so I already know.” You ran a hand through your blue hair.

“You’re not scared of me?” His voice was quiet.

“Of course I’m not scared of you.” You looked away before mumbling, “I’m not scared of anything anymore. You lose fear when you have nothing to fear for, had I the need to fear for my life perhaps I would be afraid. Even then you wouldn’t kill me. But my life ended when she died. I have nothing to live for.” You didn’t meet his eyes, unsure as to why you were spilling all this information to him.

“Love?” You scoffed at his comment, a stripe of yellow coming from your roots and flowing out the ends of your hair.

“Love isn’t real, simply a societal stigma towards enjoying someone.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the cushions.

“Love is real. I feel it every day.” Your entire head of hair turned green as he spoke.

“Well, whoop di doo good for you!” You rolled your now green eyes and glared at him, your hair fading back to blue. He then had an idea. He wanted to see how many different colors he could make your hair.

“You know I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I really am. I know it was wrong of me to say those things.” You were skeptical, small twinkles of Silver waved through your hair and speckled in your eyes. His words were honest. They had meaning behind them. “You know you’ve got really nice eyes, almost as nice as your smile.” Your hair was now a very light pink before fading to white.

“What are you doing Malfoy. What are you up to? Buttering me up so I don’t tell anyone about your stupid plan to kill everyone? I don’t care I’m not going to tell anyone. Just leave me alone.” Your hair was a pale orange for a moment before fading back to blue.

“Okay fine.” He hopped up, “Which one of these books-” He gestured all around him to the semi-circle of bookcases around you, “-will tell me about… your… hair.” You rolled your blue eyes.

“Why are you so suddenly interested in it.” You muttered, not actually looking for a response, but you got one anyway;

“You see my darling Y/N,” He took steps toward you, “Have caught my attention, and quite frankly I want to break you down and get to know you. One way to start is that… beautiful hair of yours.” He gave a nasty smirk, “You should expect to be seeing a lot more of me.” You scoffed and just pointed to the bookshelf where he would find the book he was looking for.

Originally posted by dracoharry

Once he sat down again, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, preparing to make a cheat sheet for himself. By the time he had finished his cheat sheet and gathered what he wanted to know, he had noticed that you had dozed off, your knees tucked to your chest as you rested your back against the arm rest. Your hair was yellow, your eyes closed peacefully.

He looked down at his cheat sheet. In small sloppy writing it said:

Pink - Embarrassed / Flattered

Blue - Sad / Distressed

Purple - Love

Yellow - Happy / Amused

Orange - Frustrated / Annoyed

Red - Angry / Furious

Green - Envy / Jealousy

White - Mixed emotions

Grey - Confused

Black - Scared / Terrified

Brown - Calm / hopeful

This was the first time he had seen you happy. He began to wonder if you would ever be happy awake.

~~~~

You and the Slytherin Prince had been spending some time together, you’d never object to having someone around to talk about books with. He often tries to bring up other subjects, asking about you or talking about school, but you just want to talk books. Some days you two read, some days you would sit in a big red chair that Draco dragged across the entire room of requirements and read while he would silently work on the vanishing cabinet. Not a ton of talking would occur in the first couple hours, only occasional ‘are you hungry?’ or ‘are you enjoying it?’ from him. From you it was mostly, ‘how’s it coming?’ or ‘would you like some help?’

You sat there now, the Malfoy Heir sitting only a few feet away from you on the floor, frustrated and slumped down in anger. You sat sideways in your chair, deep into Modern Herbs and Healing Volume VII. 

I can’t figure this damn thing out!” He groaned in frustration.

“May I offer my assistance?” You spoke, letting the spine of your book fall closed.

“No… I have to do this myself. I have to.” He ran his hands through his platinum blonde hair.

“Okay… Whatever.” You simply opened your book and kept reading for a moment before letting your book fall closed again. “Malfoy?” Malfoy turned to see your hair slowly during brown, strand by strand. “I noticed… your marks aren’t particularly good in  Astronomy… I was wondering if you maybe wanted some tutoring?” He smiled lightly at you, then opened his mouth to speak. “Actually, don’t answer that… just meet me in the astronomy tower tomorrow night if you want help, if not… just don’t come.” You stood up and dismissed yourself, your hair still brown as you hoped to be joined by Malfoy tomorrow night.

~~~

The next day, your hair wasn’t quite as blue, it was more blue with thin brown highlights, hardly noticeable, but it wasn’t invisible either. Pansy caught onto this quickly and approached the y/h table at breakfast.

“Well hello there Bitch Y/L/N.” She snarled, shoving your plate away from you and sitting on the table in its place, making your hair flash orange before turning back to completely blue. You said nothing as she watched you for a reaction, which you didn’t provide her with. “Oh come on, you’re so boring.”

Unintentionally, your eyes drifted over to Draco to get some sort of help… he was the only person to seem to maybe care for you. He was watching everything go down with his friends, they were all shoving each other and laughing at you. It was then when you realized he didn’t actually care for you at all, he just didn’t want you to rat him out about the cabinet. You were pulled from thought when Pansy laid a solid smack on the back of your head.

“Hey, stupid who are you looking at?” Pansy looked over her shoulder to see Draco watching you guys with a stupid smirk on his face. She immediately broke out in loud, obnoxious laughter. “No way! This is golden! You fancy Malfoy?” She laughed even louder. Pink streaks ran through your hair before your entire head turned white. “Why would a pureblood like Malfoy ever care for a quarter blood freak like you. You’re repulsive. I’m sure he’d rather kiss a pig than your ugly mug. How could anybody ever care about a freak like you.

You said nothing. Realizing she was right, your hair turned a deep, dark blue. You stood and walked out. What you didn’t see, was Malfoy pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment and checking what your hair had done.

You skipped all your classes that day, you just laid in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling. One by one, each strand of your hair lost all color, your eyes lost pigment. 

Originally posted by yeayme94

You didn’t feel anything. There was nothing left to feel… All the emotions were drained, all dried up. That was when you decided you were done. You left your dorm before the end of dinner and sat on the edge of the black lake until the sun had completely set. It was quite beautiful for your last sunset, but surely it did not change your mind.

You wanted to see the stars one last time, but once you did, you were ready. You kept your uniform on, you simply walked, one foot after the other, into the black lake. As your fingertips reached the water, you traced designs in the water, speaking to yourself, “I always was the lonely kid with the ugly face”

Originally posted by fightingborderline

Your plan may just have worked, had you not forgotten one fatal flaw. You not showing up to the tutoring session caused Draco to worry. When no one had seen you, he grew even more concern.

Being a Prefect, he could stay in the common room after hours, which he was doing at the time you decided to take your last (permanent) dip in the lake. You also had overlooked the fact that the Slytherin common room had a window straight into the black lake.

Vlogger Confessions

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

For @snowbaz-feda

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]


Part 4

We’ve been avoiding each other for the past week, and it’s weird. He’s been out of the house pretty much the whole day, seems like we are back to when he was ashamed of vlogging in front of me.

I’m currently in my bed, trying to read a book but I can’t focus, I can’t keep bloody Snow out of my mind. So because I’m weak and I miss him, I decide to catch up on him.

Apparently I’m only a couple of days behind on his vlogs, he didn’t vlog on the first few days after his live chat.

The one that I’m currently watching, he’s saying sorry, that he just decided to take a few days off.

What’s up with him? He’s out in the beach, but he doesn’t seem to be his usual self. Even when he goes to that coffee shop, that we usually go eat scones, he’s smiling but he’s not happy.

The third vlog which was two days ago, is a short one, and Snow mentions that he noticed people in the comments asking what is wrong with him, he tells them not to worry because he’s fine. Which clearly is a lie.

I decide to check the comments, I never read them because they seem rather pointless, but in this video people are discussing theories about what happened. I read my name in there and what the fuck? One of the top comments is saying, that we had a fight because of the chat, so that’s why Simon looks so broken.

Hold on, they think I’m the one that caused this? People are all agreeing that I must have said something to upset him. That I didn’t like hearing about Snowbaz. Which no, I totally support it, I want it to be real more than anyone.

Instead of replying anything stupid, I decide to check his video of yesterday called we need to have a chat. He went with Penny to some meeting, with a few fans that won a competition, but now in the vlog, it’s night and he’s in bed.

“I had so much fun meeting everyone this afternoon, but I think I need to make something clear, I noticed some comments about Baz and even this afternoon people asked me what happened between us, but he did nothing wrong, so please don’t make him the bad guy…”

He takes a deep breath and passes his hand through his hair, he’s looking so broken right now, “It’s not his fault how I feel about him and you guys notice things, but we were never more than friends so please leave him alone, he never asked for any of this” I pause the video.

Did Simon just said he had feelings for me? Is this a fucking joke?

I storm into his bedroom with my laptop.

“What the fuck Snow?“

He jumps at my sudden entrance and blinks stupidly at me “What.”

I go back a few seconds and press play.

“Stop…” he mumbles to his knees.

I’m so pissed at him right now, why didn’t he said something sooner “Do you mean it?”

He whispers “Just drop it Baz, please.”

I sit on the edge of the bed near him, “Look at me, do you mean it?”

He’s still looking down and I need to see his eyes, I need to make sure this is real, that I’m not fucking dreaming. With my hand I raise his chin up, and when he looks at me he just spits it out angrily “Of course, why would I-” I don’t let him finish, I just kiss him.

Simon has his hand on my hair and he’s pulling me closer. The kiss is getting sloppy and desperate and it’s perfect.

Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I saw him.

**

Later on, we are cuddling in his bed watching silly videos when I tell him, “I still can’t believe that I found out, that you liked me back in one of your vlogs.”

“I know, Penny is gonna love it. She kept saying that I should just talk to you, but I thought that there’s no way you liked me back.”

“Why did you said it in your video then? You know that I watch them.”

“Well…” He starts blushing.

“Oh, no way….Snow, you didn’t.”

“I tried to tell you in person, but it was easier like this.”

“You confessed your feelings in the vlog so that I would watch it, you’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs “Yeah well, It worked didn’t it.”

I put my hand on his neck to bring him closer. I kiss his moles one by one, making a path to his mouth, then I kiss him slowly on his lips and when we stop for air I whisper, “It did.”


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Hunting Island

(Credit to whom ever this pic belongs to. I got it off Google)

Title: Hunting Island

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen/You

Warnings: Rated NC-17 for smut, there’s a tiny modicum of angst if you squint and fluff all round!

Word Count: 5,793

Summary: Jensen needs a vacation but what he gets is a new way of looking at things.

This was written for Kayla’s Birthday Challenge @one-shots-supernatural! Thanks so much for letting me join the challenge. This was a lot of fun and I hope you have a great birthday on May 17! My quote was: “Petrichor… it means the smell of the rain after it falls.” And my place was Camping!

It’s been difficult for Jensen to go anywhere lately without being noticed by someone. And while he usually doesn’t mind signing an autograph or taking a picture or two, the man needs a vacation. Last night, you could tell by the gravel tone of his voice over the phone that the man was exhausted.

Luckily, season 12 of Supernatural had just wrapped, and he was headed home to you for a much needed break.

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You’re My Story

Request: How about a Jughead x reader with the prompt: “You are the Once Upon a Time, the words, the plot of the one story I never want to finish reading.”

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by noahsweetwne

This week had been particularly hard. Everything had come crashing down on you and when it reached Friday and you could finally feel yourself relaxing in your booth at Pop’s with a milkshake, you felt as if you could breathe again.

If it wasn’t ten pounds of assignments being assigned to you, it was homework. if it wasn’t homework it was your mom breathing down your neck about your grade that had drop a percent. If it wasn’t her, it was the drama of the town, the teasing of the jocks, the arguments of your friends. You were tired and it felt like there was so much on your plate, you didn’t truthfully care anymore.

You thought this, but you did. Because even though the week was over and you had finished everything you’d needed to finish, you could still feel your heart beating with anxiousness and your foot pouncing with stress. 

“Hey.” Looking up from your pink milkshake, you turned to see Jughead, your best friend and boyfriend sliding in the seat in front of you. You smiled, a half attempt of a smile, back at him as he took a sip from the milkshake you hadn’t even been drinking. You didn’t fight him, instead opted to resting your head on your palm and staring at him.

“Hey.” You mumbled, immediately Jughead knew something was wrong. So getting back up, he pushed you to the wall of your booth and slid in beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He wasn’t big on PDA, but he always made an exception for you. You leaned against his chest, enjoying the soft rhythm of his heart.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, mumbling it into your hair.

You sighed, “nothing.”

“Y/N, I know when something’s wrong.” He said, not letting this go. “Just tell me.”

You swallowed, finally happy someone had asked to such depths. “I’m stressed is all. I feel like everything’s crumbling around me and I feel like there so much pressure. Our friends aren’t speaking to each other, i’m afraid we’ll stop too, there’s been a murder, and my mom won’t leave me alone.” You explained, letting out a breath of exhaustion after you rambled.

Jughead squeezed his grip on you, “it’ll all be fine.” He soothed. And even though it was only four words, they helped calmed you more than anything.

“And regarding us, Y/N, i’ll never let you go. Even if you hate me. You are the Once Upon a Time, the words, the plot of the one story I never want to finish reading.“ He whispered against your hair and you smiled.

Quite big - Harry Styles Imagine

Plot: Y/N is attacked by crazy fans

“New York is… kinda… big,” you whispered and automatically laughed.

You couldn’t stop yourself from saying that. It was too hilarious and became your and Louis thing. Even if you weren’t looking at Harry’s face you could imagine wrinkles on his forehead.

“It’s unbelievable. When will this joke be over?”

“Don’t know, probably never?”

He sighed, still feeling embarrassed. It was all about one stupid interview; Harry once said London was quite big for him and since then you couldn’t resist yourself.

Of course you were so thankful for Harry paying for your trip to New York. It didn’t matter he would have earned that kind of money in few hours. Or even less. You couldn’t afford it and you were sure he knew it, but never said a word about it. Deep in your heart you also knew that Harry wouldn’t have made you pay for anything; you felt bad about it ‘cause you couldn’t give him anything – this man had everything. You pushed black thoughts away. You loved each other and that was all that mattered.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’ll hear it till the end of the days,” he laughed.

“Styles, I’m pretty sure that soon you’ll lose it again.” You mocked him again. “But that’s something I really like about you.”

You stopped and got closer to him. He pulled you into his arms; you could feel his warm breath on your cheek.

“Like about me?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yep,” you muttered.

“Like?”

You didn’t know how it was possible but  he pushed you even closer. It made you feel so safe, it was your whole world. Being around Harry’s arms was the greatest feeling for you. His smell, his chest, his hair tickling your face and those deep, green eyes. You could feel his heart beating and every muscles that had to work to hold you.

“Ah, Harry, love, stop it and kiss me already.”

This boy was literally driving you crazy. You reached his lips and he rubbed them against his own. Your kiss was passionate; you saw each other for the first time during one month, but it felt like you hadn’t seen each other for a thousand years. Your fingers were knotted in his hair; his hand were caressing your back. It was so hot before or was it a blood rushing in your vains? You couldn’t catch your breath so you moved away from Harry but he followed you, slowly kissing you again.

“You didn’t do much work out lately?” 

“I didn’t have anyone to work out with,” you laughed.

“We have all night to work out, Y/N,“ he suggested.

You were sightseeing all day so you assumed that evening at a hotel wouldn’t be such a waste of time. Harry missed you so much and you were sure he didn’t want to spend all day on walking. One way or another, he’ll spend next few days in a studio so you’ll get your time to see New York City.

“You know, Y/N, it’s kinda far a way, we could get a room he…”

You interrupted him. “Harry, I love you so much for that, but you’ve already paid for our apartment and you know how I feel about your money.”

Harry was such a generous person, but you didn’t want to expose him to additional costs. Instead you spent time laughing and talking on your way to the hotel. When you finally saw a building it turned out that a couple of fans were waiting for Harry.

“It will take a couple of minutes,” he assured you.

“Not a problem, I’ll go to the shop across the street, okay? I need something.”

“Don’t get lost, NY is quite big.” He made fun of himself and you couldn’t stop smiling.

When you were walking away you heard girls screaming.

Yeah, that’s my boyfriend, you thought.

You walked into a store and bought some chocolate. You really needed that and weren’t sure if Harry had something sweet in the apartments. Queue was moving slowly and when you finally paid you noticed your hair doesn’t look good. You wouldn’t bother but  there was a possibility that paps were outside the hotel so you decided to find a restroom and fix your hair style. You were so excited about the evening. It was worth waiting one month.

“Fuck,” you said when you saw yourself in a mirror.

Suddenly everything happened so fast. Two girls opened a door, glanced at you and started screaming. You didn’t realize what was happening; someone pin you to the wall and hit your face. You wanted to get away by leaving your head but you were shocked. Your head was bleeding, you could feel that but had no power to push those psychos away. Now you were lying on a floor, screaming for help, crying and desperately trying to protect your face from their kicks. You felt it all over your body, praying for help that never came. You thought you were going to die there, you couldn’t see anything.

“Help! Leave me!,” you screamed again but they laughed at you.

“Leave Harry,” one of them said.

You couldn’t focus, you just wanted to survive. There was a blood in your mouth, that taste was the last thing you remembered and then you must have blacked out.

You barely opened your eyes, every move made you hurt. You tried to find your phone, but your purse was gone. You gave up on trying, you felt nothing. You wanted to scream but couldn’t anymore. You were staring at a wall, petrified. You were so scared there were going to come back. You tried to find a place where pain was coming from but you couldn’t. You weren’t even sure what you were doing.

When someone opened a door you hid your head in your hair. You knew you wouldn’t stand another hits.

“Oh my God, Y/N, what happened here?”

You heard Harry’s voice and saw his boots and trousers. You felt relief, but  on the other hand still afraid that is not really him, but your mind playing games.

“Call 911!” He yelled at someone.

You felt his touch on your arm but you groaned and tried to move away.

“I’m so sorry, babe, I’ll never leave you again… Shhh,” he touched my hand, “It’ll be okay in just a few minutes. I’m so sorry, please, forgive me. I shouldn’t have left you alone, I’m sorry. So sorry. Are you hurt? Y/N, please, tell something! ”

You heard his voice breaking and cracking and you felt so bad. You opened one eye and saw his face full of tears; it broke you so much.

“Itt…it’s okay, Harry. I will be. As long as you are here,” you managed to whisper and closed your eyes again. You barely felt his touch on your hand and everything became silent except Harry’s voice.

I’ve missed you (Loki x Reader)

Warnings: angst, fluff

Summary: Loki left you a year ago, and you’re still broken and miss him more than anything else. Suddenly he shows up. 

Note: English is not my native language, so if there are any mistakes, don’t kill me. 

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Originally posted by he-fisher

You looked up in the ceiling. What you felt, you did not know. It had been a year since he had left you, and you had no idea why you were feeling the same pain over and over. You had moved out of the apartment, gotten a new bed, sold all your green stuff. All just because you did not want to be reminded of him, his love, his presence.

“Why did you leave me?” you asked out in the empty air, getting out of the bed, deciding that you needed a shower. You walked out in the hallway, only wearing your white nightdress, and walked into the bathroom.

The dress slid of your body and laid alone on the cold, hard floor. You turned on the water, and a stream of cold hit your body, taking you back to him. When you touched him, his cold skin against yours, you constantly trying to heat him up, always failing but he loved that you even tried.

You stared at him. He was concentrating, reading one of your books. He loved reading, and you loved admiring the features of his face as he read. The smiles, the sadness, the brow raising, everything.

“What are you looking at love?” he asked you. You hadn’t noticed that he saw you staring at him. You blushed and glanced down. His mouth curved into a cocky smile that awoke the butterflies in you.

“Nothing I just-“

“Come here.” He said and signed you to sit next to him. You did as he said. You leaned your head to his shoulder, and even outside the clothes, you could feel his cold skin against yours. You shivered, and he noticed.

“I’m sorry.” He stated, well knowing of his coldness. He looked at you, in your eyes, looking into your soul. His face was pained, a little disappointed.

“It’s okay Loki.” You said and leaned back onto his shoulder, taking his cold hand in yours. You smiled at him and squeezed his hand, trying to make him feel better with his cold.

He looked at you, smiling, truly. Not one of those fake smiles everyone had posted on their face, but a true smile.

You realized you had forgot to breath, and pulled the air into your lungs. Tears streamed down your face, and you remembered all the times he had helped you handle your uncontrollable feelings.

He held you in his arms, dried your face, squeezed you, laid with you, comforted you, told you how much he loved you, showed you magic, been there for you when nobody else was.

You washed the shampoo out of your hair, hoping it would wash the pain out, knowing it wouldn’t.

“Why did you leave me?” you whispered to yourself.

You finished your bath and put on the white nightdress on again. Your wet hair fell on your back, making you shiver through the cold. You turned to get a cardigan, and a few meters from you, was Loki. He looked at you, mouth twitching. He looked down, ashamed of his actions. You got yourself together and moved closer to him.

“(Y/N) I-“

“Shut up.” You interrupted him, now only a few inches away from him. You could feel his breath, his heart beat, him being real. His green eyes were locked on your (Y/E/C) eyes. You noticed that his eyes were wet. The twitching stopped, replaced by a sad expression.

You had enough. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, meeting his lips with yours. He was shocked by your sudden action, but was in on your game, and wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to himself.

“I’ve missed you Darling.” He said when he pulled back for air.

“I’ve missed you too Loki.”


The next morning, you woke up in Loki’s arms. He was present, right before you. He was asleep, which was rare for him. You studied his sleeping. His bare chest, strong arms, his relaxed face. He looked so amazing.

You walked out in your kitchen, making a cup of coffee for yourself. You looked out of the window, into the quiet rain that was falling, hitting everything it could. You sipped to the strong coffee, enjoying the silence.

“Darling…” you felt his arms make their way around your waist. His breath in your hair. You leaned back to face him. He smiled at you, scared that you hated him for what he had done a year ago. You turned quick to face him. He held you close, bend down, forehead on forehead.

“I’m sorry dove.” He stated, smile falling from his beautiful face. You placed a hand on his cheek, pressing your lips lightly on his.

“It’s okay Loki, it’s okay.” You comforted. He looked down, holding back the tears that were forming in his eyes. You placed you hand on his chin, making him look at you. His eyes welled up.

“I promise baby, it’s okay.” You said, trying to kiss his forehead, but since he was too tall, you ended somewhere between his brows and over his nose. Your action made him chuckle, and he pulled you close and hugged you.

And so you stood like that. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, as if you could disappear in the next second.

“I am so sorry (Y/N).” he whispered in your hair. You smiled, knowing that he really was sorry.

“Promise me to never leave again, or at least take me with you if you have to.” You whispered into his cold, bare chest.

“I can’t. The places I go? I can’t bring a mortal, especially not you. If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself. Never ever.” He said, voice shaking. You pulled away, but not too much, scared that he would disappear again. You looked into his pained eyes.

“Next time, you bring me.” You stated, making sure he understood that he could never leave you alone again. He sighed with a chuckle.

“I will then, but I will be beside you at all times.” He said and kissed your forehead, successfully, unlike your attempt.

“I wouldn’t mind.” You smiled and kissed him perfectly on his lips.


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Sleep-talking Grantaire

I like thinking about Grantaire talking in his sleep. It’s usually just gibberish and unintelligible murmurs, but he often says words or complete sentences out loud.

Enjolras found out the worst way possible: one of the first nights he and R slept together he woke up hearing his boyfriend whisper:
“..Who’s the little girl standing in the corner?”
He obviously freaked out and switched on the lights, just to see Grantaire peacefully sleeping next to him.

Obviously Grantaire never remembers anything in the morning, so Enjolras reports his gems:
“What time is the swan leaving?”
“I can’t remember where my kidney is”, “Don’t turn off the light while I’m dabbing”…


It’s not always that fun, though. Many times Enjolras wakes up hearing Grantaire cry. “It’s not my fault…”
“Please, don’t leave me alone…”
“I’m trying..I swear I’m trying”…
Those times, he holds Grantaire as close as he can, stroking his hair trying to calm him down.

Once Grantaire was almost screaming in his sleep, so Enjolras woke him up to make the nightmare go away, and tried to reassure him in any way he could. He waited to hear Grantaire’s breath slow down again before allowing himself to close his eyes and go back to sleep.
Just then he heard the whisper:
“Thank you for staying always by my side. I love you so much.”
Whether Grantaire was sleep-talking in that moment or not, he didn’t really care.

Prettier

Hiiiiiiiii! This is kind of a sequel to Pretty, that I did before! Hope you enjoy xoxo

Originally posted by solo-harry

You hadn’t talked about what happened that night.

That night when your best friend had his mouth in places best friend’s should not put their mouths. That night he had his hands on places that he shouldn’t have his hands. That night he told you that you were pretty.

“Looooooooooo? Love?” you hear, bringing you out of your daydream. “Are yeh listening t’me?”

“Yes.” you reply, though both him and you knew that you were lying. You couldn’t concentrate when Harry talked to you anymore. It was because of his lips. His lips. So soft, so pink, so inviting. And it was because of his eyes. His eyes. So light green that they almost looked translucent at times. And it was because of his hands. And his neck. And……

“Why’re yeh staring at me?” Harry asks, while trying to move into your line of sight. “Wha’ are yeh thinkin’ bout?”

Truth be told you were thinking about being between his knees. That’s all you’ve been thinking about for weeks. Really it was his fault for wearing such tight jeans. So tight that his cute little butt was on full display, his thighs looked inviting, and the bulge in front left nothing to imagination.

“Um….It’s nothing, H. I just-I have a final soon that i’m thinking about” you say, once again being brought out of your daydream. “It’s an important one, you know”

“Also know yeh finished finals last week, so wha’s really wrong” he presses, never one to leave things alone. He always had to know everything. It was one of the things that you found endearing and also incredibly annoying about him. However, it was far from endearing in this moment.

You don’t know whether it was his lips, his eyes, his hands, his neck, or the peak of his sparrow tattoos that possess you to throw your legs over his lap, but that’s exactly what you did. Your hands make their way into his hair, much shorter now than it was last time. “Do you remember that night about a month ago…..after we came from the bar?” you meet his eyes, wanting to gauge his reaction.

Of course he remembered, it was all he’d been thinking about since then. Your taste, your smell, your noises, everything about you. “I do…..yeh I do.” he puts his hands on your hips, to balance you. “Why, love?”

“Well, you said that I was pretty, but you know I actually think that you’re prettier.” you say. Your hand now making their way to the bit of stubble that he’d become accustomed to lately. You hated it at first, but after him being between your legs, you have a soft spot for the tiny tufts of hair. “Prettiest man I ever seen”

“D’yeh now?” he smirks, teasing you. “Wha’s pretty ‘bout me, love?”

“Everything.” you say. It was true. Everything about him was enticing, but you learned to ignore it for the fact of him being your best friend. “Every single thing”

You lean in, taking his bottom lip in between your own. “Your lips” you mumble against his mouth. Moving down to his chest, you unbutton the rest of his shirt, “Your chest” pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. You move down even further, grazing your lips over his right fern tattoo, “Your tattoos”

“Wha’ else? Show me wha’ else is pretty” he’s no longer smirking, your forwardness wiping his grin right off his face.

Taking his belt in your hands, you slowly unbuckle and slide it out of his belt loops. He lifts his hips to help you take off his black jeans, leaving him in an unbuttoned paisley patterned button up and his red Calvin Klein’s. You can’t help but let out a small moan, “God, why do you look so good”

He laughs, his dimples coming into play. “N’t as good as yeh do” he bucks his hips up towards you, letting you feel him. “See how good yeh look to me, pet?”

You hop off his lap and situate yourself between his thighs. Running your fingernails up and down them, while pressing kisses to his stomach. “Is your cock pretty too?” you ask. “Is it as pretty as the rest of you?”

“Don’tcha find out, hm?” he says. “Don’tcha have a look and see?”

You don’t have to be told twice, and before you can even think about what’s happening, you’re pulling his red boxers down his legs. Your eyes widen at his pink, lively cock in front of you. “See what yeh did to me, love? See what yeh did?”

You look up at him, taking a hold of him at the base. You pump him slowly, wanting to take your time with this because you don’t know if you’ll ever be this bold again. “Want you in my mouth. Been thinking about it since that last time” you press a kiss to the tip of him.

“God, yes. Get yeh mouth on me, please. G’on” he begs, already breathing heavily. You press another kiss to his tip, before giving him a lick. He moans, and it only spurs you on more. “Don’ tease me, lovely” he says.

You sink your mouth around him as best as you can, trying your hardest to take him all. You feel his hands in your hair, gently pulling and pushing along with your movements. “Fuck, tha’s good” he moans, bucking his hips up into your mouth. He’s hitting the back of your throat, making you constrict around him. “Jes-” he begins to say, before your mouth on his balls cuts him off. You run your tongue over his slit, much like you would run your tongue over the top of a lollipop. “Shit, a little faster, please.” he begs again.

You’re now pumping him faster, while sucking and licking the rest of him. He’s bucking more and more, silently begging for you to get your mouth back on him.

You take him in again, this time bobbing up and down faster than before. “Love, I’m-” He says, you look up at him again, sucking harder. “Fuck, gonna cum, yeh gotta get off’me” he gasps.

Sucking even harder, you keep going until you feel his hot, sudden bursts at the back of your throat. He’s bucking up hard, making you choke momentarily, before you hold him down by his thighs. “Christ”, he breathes out. Your rhythm is sloppy now, trying your best to work him through his finish.

You swallow, and press one more kiss to the tip of him before standing up and sitting back beside him on the couch. “Told you, you were prettier than me”

anonymous asked:

hello!!!! can i request a smut/ fluff (or fluff only if ya don't do smut) where min yoongi's girlfriend is feeling insecure about her body since she is wearing tight clothes (she normally wears loose + her body type is curvyish so larger chest + ass and a bit of tummy chub)& ppl r staring @her (but she thinks its negative) and as yoongi gets jealous and goes down on her she gets super insecure + they do it for the first time with lights on and she doesn't want him to see her stretch marks. TY!!

OKAY BUT LETS TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD MY I MEAN OUR BABY LOOKED GOOD LAST NIGHT THAT GLOW UP- HE WAS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL ESPECIALLY WHEN HE SMILED

My Type:

“You look fine love, please stop looking at yourself.” Yoongi called out opening the bathroom door. Jutting out your lower lip you looked over at him, the black lace dress that hugged your frame made you feel self-conscious. You looked into the mirror one more, the lace hugging your arms in a long sheer sleeve. The black dress was in two parts, a darker black part was like a body suit hugging your body, the top layer was lace and long sleeved giving you a modest but sexy look. The dress rose around your neck to resemble something of a choker. Your hair was up in loose curls pinned together in a loose fitted bun with a few end strands falling into your eyes and framing your face. Your makeup was light around your base, the eyeshadow was something light to contrast against your face, and your lips were decorated with a light red lipstick. Yoongi chuckled letting his eyes roam over you starting at your feet. The black pumps you had on always seemed to make your legs stand out, his eyes continued upward looking over your plump thighs, how they pressed together, up towards your plump bottom that he knew looked so good but it was covered up sadly. He took notice of your little tummy that you hated, the main topic of discussion was your weight, but he didn’t understand you were beautiful in every way and he wished you would notice what you mean to him. He wasn’t with you for just your looks, it was your heart, your mind, your sexy aura. He just wanted you to know what you did to him, you were different from many other girls, and there was something about you that he couldn’t find anywhere else. You were his rock whenever he needed to be held down, and he was going to give you up because you couldn’t always see your worth, he was there to make it better and help you out along the way how you did him.

He let a deep chuckle slip past his reddened lips. Looking around he slipped inside of the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist as his eyes trailed up to your breast and your face that was staring back at him. The slight hint of the dampness there he pressed a soft kiss against your temple as he smiled at you humming.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful. If I didn’t think so, I would have never encouraged you to get that dress or to come with me today. I want you to be confident okay? You’re my girl, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He vowed kissing your left ear as he squeezed you close to him humming.

You were grateful for him, Yoongi had helped you calm down and take deep breaths. He grabbed at your hand making a joke about how you needed to get out before someone came in and caught you. He led you out of the bathroom and down the hallway going back into the restaurant you were both enjoying a date in sitting down with you across the table from him. A lot of people had been staring at you, and you didn’t think it was necessarily a good thing, but in Yoongi’s eyes it was different.

He had seen how those men looked at you, the first thing their eyes went to were your thighs, and then upwards. It infuriated him that you were being stared at like that, and he hated the looks that people gave him afterwards sizing him up and judging him. He bit on his bottom lip trying to keep his anger from spilling out but he would be glad to leave. Of course, you got some glares and looks from other women but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want them, he was never one to judge based on looks. You had been so shy around him and thinking that he wouldn’t fall for you that it drew him in more. He was in love with everything about you from the tiniest baby hair on the top of your head to your biggest toe on your foot. The thought alone made a goofy grin break out on his face as he tilted his head becoming a love-struck kid with a crush.

“What, Min Yoongi?” You asked with a nose wrinkle and a soft smile.

“Did you just call my full name?” He asked you softly, the tone he used made you straighten up as your face heated a few shades, stuttering over your words you tried to explain and Yoongi more than amused he sat back in his seat with that cocky ass smirk crossing his hands together in front of him.

“I. No. See what happened, I just. I wasn’t trying to mean nothing by it. It just sounded really good coming off my tongue.” You fidgeted trying to finish your food as you squirmed lightly in front of him, the dress tickling the middle of your thighs as you wriggled.

“Oh, is that so? Just like when you moan it then huh?” He asked causing you to almost choke on a piece of the fish you had, the smirk that was on his lips became wider as he tucked his lip between his teeth. He blew a kiss at you going back to his food the both of you eating in silence until you were both done.

Yoongi paid for the tab, he gripped at your hand pulling you out of the restaurant and waited for a cab as he held your hand, that is where it seemed to go downhill from there. People passing by gave you looks, and in your mind, everyone that was looking were judging you. Yoongi could tell you had self-doubt and he hated it so much. His anger started to slowly boil over, he could see it too. Some yes, they did judge you but the others, that looked at you with unspeakable thoughts of want. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with how angry he was becoming. You were his, and you were never going to be anyone else’s because he wasn’t going to let you. Jerking you forward lightly, he pulled you into the cab holding onto you as he looked out of the window barking at the driver where to go. He knew he was acting out, but in the midst of all of this he was annoyed, upset and he wanted to shake sense into you. He was holding himself together, a poised expression covering his burning fire that was inside of him. When you got home he would make sure you knew it, he wouldn’t stop until you knew that you were beautiful, and loved. He was going to make sure you only remembered him and what he could do for you. His mind roamed with endless thoughts of what he could do to you, a tiny smirk ghosting on his lips as he got lost in his thoughts.

Arriving to your place, Yoongi paid for the fair, pulling you gently out of the cab he walked with you towards your apartment since he didn’t want to go back to the dorms today. Knowing the guys would be in, he wanted to make sure no one interrupted his plans with you. Yoongi grabbed at your keys unlocking your door, and you sat there wondering idly why he had been so distance, you knew he had to revolve around you and feeling guilty for not being able to hold yourself up you beat yourself up, escaping to your cruel thoughts that only harmed you and never helped you. Once you were inside, you took off your heels, and Yoongi took off his shoes as well and loosened his tie. You were about to walk past him but Yoongi gripped at your waist pushing you against the wall. His hand on your waist, he leaned close to you, slowly he inched, his breath cascading on your features and fanning your face as he continued to lean close. The world seemed to stop around you two, his eyes fluttered close slowly and his lips met yours causing your own eyes to shut. His lips pressed against yours with want and need. Each searing kiss left you breathless and clinging onto him to get more. His hands moved to trap your body against his. Yoongi could feel something spark inside of him, holding you close like this, feeling your hands come up his broad chest to tangle into his soft black locks. It was driving him on edge. He let his hands go down farther slowly, flicking across your bottom lip for entrance and when you gave it to him he slowly let his tongue enter into your mouth, his tongue roaming your mouth, over the insides of your jaw and the roof of your mouth. His tongue took the time to roam over your tongue and teeth, the kiss becoming sloppy somewhat but neither of you cared. Yoongi sucked on your tongue, pulling the wet muscle into his mouth before he would pull back with a pop smiling down at you. He pulled back to pick you up bridal style knowing that you didn’t like it because you felt you were too heavy for him, when he was stronger than you gave him credit for. You wanted to tell him not to, but when he was in this mode you knew better than to go against his word. Yoongi placed you on your king-sized bed, turning on the light to shine in the darkened room, he walked towards you, helping you sit up so that he could slowly take your dress off as his lips met against yours again in a slow dance. You reached up, trying to find the light switch so that you could turn the light off. Yoongi noticing this stopped your hand and pulled back from you causing you to give a puzzled look.

“But we always do it with the lights off..” You said softly feeling unsure in yourself.

“Not today, I want to see you baby.” Yoongi stated reaching his hand down to comb through your wild locks, with his anger died out he just wanted to treat you like a queen and make you focus on only him.

“I don’t know Yoongi-“ You stated even more nervous and he shushed you humming.

“Either you will, or we won’t have sex at all until you’re ready.” Yoongi stood his ground giving you an ultimatum looking in your eyes. He waited you out staring at you letting you decide what you wanted to do. After some time, you sighed, nodding your head as you gave in.

“Okay..  We can try it.” You said softly. You knew you had so much to lose, in your mind anyways. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if it repulsed him so much that he stopped? Yoongi didn’t leave you alone with your thoughts too much, he helped you stripped down slowly until you were laying on your back in nothing under him. He gave a soft smile, stepping back he stripped for you as well, creating a puddle of clothes on the floor he crawled on the bed spreading your legs wide. He started at the crook of your neck and going downwards he pressed multiple kisses and hickeys onto your body, marking you as his. Your skin throbbed at the places you were bitten at or sucked on, and he made sure that with every hickey he made you whimper in pleasure. His mouth descended to paint your breast with his love bites and he kissed over your stomach, moving your hands that tried to hide your stretch marks. Yoongi licked over your stretch marks kissing them and letting his fingers brush against him as he nuzzled your stomach trying to be cute. It caused you to laugh and cringe, his whole face lit up seeing you smile even if it cost him his manly imagine. He spread your legs wide, his tongue circling around your heat. He pressed soft kisses against your soaking wet pussy. He let his tongue flick out against your clit, wrapping his lips around it soon after he gave you a few harsh sucks letting his tongue flick up and down around the wet pert bud. His nose inhaled your essence causing his mouth to water more as he focused on getting you off.

He moved to shove his tongue inside of your heat as well, curving it and instantly finding your spot because it had been mapped out in his head. His fingers came up to thrust in and out of you while others brushed against your wet clit, he was stretching you out and getting you ready for him. The sounds of you crying out in pleasure and clutching the sheets above your head for him, made his blood rush south and he was becoming needier for you by the second. His tongue changed paces from quick to slow, building you up and tearing you down until you were a begging mess under you. He pulled back rubbing your clit with two fingers.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.” He stated and you looked at him like he had just offended you, he smirked lazily slowing his fingers down before plunging two inside of you working you up.

“I. Can’t do that.” You struggled to get out between your moans. Yoongi let his fingers scissor you at a relentless pace before he pulled them out and tapped your clit, bringing you down from your high only to plunge his fingers back inside of you.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked you as he repeated the same thing. You wanted to challenge him and see how long he would keep this up. First the lights now this? You shook your head thinking that if you could angle your hips you would make yourself cum. But Yoongi was smart giving you shallow thrusts and missing your spot completely teasing you and leaving you hanging at the same time.

“OKAY YOONGI! I’m beautiful!” You whined softly not liking the teasing game that he was playing with you.

“Good girl.” You cooed out removing his fingers from your heat. He sucked on his fingers as he moved to get between your legs aligning himself with your entrance. He kissed your lips slowly leaning over you as he sunk into your heat causing a moan to slip from both of your hips.

He held his hips steady letting you adjust to him, and once he felt you had, he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, letting you relish in the feeling of him stretching you. He was thick, and you loved it so much to feel it inside of you. Your hands moved down to grab at his hips and pull him closer, your eyes locking for a time as you took a deep breath. Yoongi leaned down to pepper your face in kisses gently chuckling at how needy you were being. He gripped at your hands with his gently moving them up above your head so that he could pick up the pace starting to slowly slam in and out of you. Your wet pussy wrapped around his walls, the juices sliding down from your slick folds onto his balls and the sheets under you. He shuddered enjoying the pleasure, hips meeting and rocking against one another. Your mind was going blank with just thoughts of him, his name rolling off your tongue as he fucked you slowly against the mattress. His speed picked up, drawing out with you looking so needy under him. He started to slam harshly into you causing the bed to shake as your hips met and touched one another. The sounds of your sex could be heard bouncing off the quiet wall, the room becoming hot as you grinded against each other on the sheets. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as he looked into your eyes. Freeing one of his hands he reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts helping to aid you.

“Yoongi- I’m going to cum.” You breathed out looking at him with water wetting your eyes from how good it felt.

“You know better.” He hissed in a deep voice leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“Daddy can I please cum? Please daddy!” You begged as you felt your slick walls tightening around him, it wouldn’t be long and you knew it. Yoongi at first didn’t give in and listen to you, slamming his hips against yours pressing against your spot over and over again, but after seeing you convulse under him, he nodded his head burying his face in your neck. With the okay your eyes drifted shut as your hips snapped up to meet his pace, relishing in the feeling of him touching you and being inside of you, in no time you were cumming on his shaft spilling your essence out. Yoongi groaned biting on your soft flesh, giving you a few more pumps before he pulled out to stroke himself off letting it coat the lower part of your stomach. He hummed gently pausing above you to catch his breath.

Once he was calmed down he went to the bathroom to get a warm towel wiping you off with it. He made sure you were clean and put it into the dirty hamper moving to climb back on the bed and hold. Yoongi didn’t have to say much in the silence you knew that he loved you and he cared, so you stayed there in his arms letting him play in your hair until your eyelids were getting heavy and you were falling asleep.