he was making me so uncomfortable

Min Yoongi

**REQUEST: if you are taking requests can i ask a yoongi smut where you ask him to teach you how to give a bj? ( sorry for my bad english 🇦🇷)**

Type: Smut

Summery: Theres no need to be nervous around Yoongi, he’ll take care of you and make you feel good no matter what it is you’re doing. 

W/C: 1881


You’re not doing it right if your not doing it!

‘What a bullshit article’ You thought tossing your phone across the couch. There was no reason why giving a blowjob would be something that made or broke your sex life, especially with Yoongi. He’d never asked you to do it so why should some stupid article make you feel like there was something wrong with you? That you were boring him?

You scoffed and got up from the couch forgetting about the show you were watching before you stumbled across the article. As you made your way to the kitchen you couldn’t help but glance into the home studio Yoongi had just finished putting together and smiled.  He had insisted in turning the guest bedroom you never used into an office for him just so he could be at home with you more. You stared at him for a half second too long as he bobbed his head to the music that could faintly be heard through his headphones, now feeling even worse about never returning the favor when it came to oral.

“Hey babe.” He said with a sweet smile before turning back to his computer.

“Want anything to drink?” You said shaking your head, wanting to rid yourself of the feeling that you weren’t pleasuring him enough.

When he nodded and threw you another sweet smile you turned, he must be onto something since he usually never talked to you when he was working. You grabbed his usual drink of choice out of the fridge and walked across the hall over to him. He thanked you before pulling your hand softly so your cheek was in kissing distance.

“You look upset, why are you upset?” He said, the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth dropping.

“Its nothing. Just stupid thoughts.” You said smiling sweetly before standing straight again and running your hand down the back of his head.

“If it was nothing you wouldn’t be thinking so hard.” He said crossing his arms.

“Its just… Its nothing, don’t worry about it Yoongi.” You said smiling to try and get him to drop it.

“Jagi just tell me, you know I won’t be able to focus if you don’t.” He sighed.

“Why don’t you ever ask me for Oral?” You blurted out. Your sudden forwardness caught him off guard, his eyes widening slightly before falling into their natural state.

“I just figured it grossed you out… I didnt want to make you uncomfortable.” He said while reaching for your hands.

“Thats very sweet.” You said biting your lip. You were torn now. Part of you wanted to try it, just to see if you liked it, but part of you were nervous, you’ve never really done it before.

After a few minutes of letting you think Yoongi squeezed your hand and watched as you stood up straighter, making your decision on what you wanted to do.

“Yoongi I… Ive never given a,” You cleared your throat, now was not the time to act like a school girl. “Blowjob before.” You said watching as he just nodded.

“Id like to try it, but id need you to be honest with me and tell me what to do.” You said, proud of how you kept your composure.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He said, there was an excited spark in his eye that was telling you that he was more than ready to let you try this out.

You nodded making him smile and bite his lip gently. He looked back at his screen and hit the space bar to pause what ever music he was listing to before standing up, pausing only to look at you slightly before leading you to the back of your home where your bedroom was located. Before you couldn’t even close the door and turn around he was already sitting up against the end of the bed, his jeans and shirt on the floor next to him. You chuckled at how eager he was and couldn’t help but notice all your nerves were gone. He held up his arms for you and when you were close enough he wrapped his arms around your waist and dipped his head into your chest

“If you don’t want to do this, or at any time feel uncomfortable just tell me. But know you’re in for it.” He’d say making you chuckle as he pinched your butt before pulling you down with him as he laid on his back.

He kissed you like he always kissed you, with so much passion and love it made your head spin and your heart flutter. The feeling of his bare chest underneath you was enough to make you  want to pleasure him that much more, to be that much closer to him. You were the one to pull out of the kiss first and slide down the bed till he was sitting back upright and you were kneeling on the floor in front of him.

You looked up, your hands now on each of his hips, only hooking your thumbs under the band of his boxers when he gave you a sweet smile and a nod. You didnt even realize how hard he had become and pulling the thin material off of his lower half only seemed to make it harder. You looked up to him again and he took a deep already shaking breath as you wrapped your hand around his member.

“Lick the tip.” He said so quietly that it took you a second to realize what he had said.

You immediately responded by just placing enough of the tip in your mouth that he couldn’t see your tongue, but you still had full use of it. You started by going clockwise and every four full circled you’d change direction. Each time you did this he’d take another deep breath, as if to silently praise the simple pleasure. You changed it up, remembering something you saw once and started to flick your tongue quickly over the center where you could already taste him leaking. If anything boosted your confidence, that was it.

“Take it in your mouth.” He growled, now propping his body up by his elbows.

You seemed to have no concept of space and your eagerness took over you causing the tip you had just been caressing to hit the back of your throat just hard enough to make you extract him quickly. You looked up covering your mouth to see him covering his eyes with one hand to try and hide the back he was chuckling.

“Dont hurt yourself Jagi.” He finally said moving the hand to reach for your cheek.

You tried again, this time taking him in your mouth slower so you could figure out just how deep you could get him before it got uncomfortable. Although you weren’t looking directly at him you could still feel  him shift under you and groan once more. Going back to what you had already known about blowjobs and thinking about the few tips the article you had read early gave you you started. You pressed your tongue against the bottom of his member and curled your lips just slightly before starting to bob your head slowly. You could feel him fight the urge to buck his hips up, at first it was just a few but as you started to try different things with your mouth and including his balls, the bucking became more frequent. Soon he was sat back up and his hand was weaving its way into the messy bun you had been sporting.

The feeling of his hand lightly guiding you as you increased the pace got you hot, you did love it when he was controlling your every move, seeing him in a place of power was a huge turn on. He started cussing under his breath to the point where you let your eyes trail up his now overly flexed body. Seeing you like that, with your lips wrapped around him and looking up into his eyes was enough to send the rapidly building orgasm to the top of the ladder.

“Baby- ah, baby I’m going to cum.” He said in a broken breath before trying to pull your head off of him.

There was no point though. You were here giving your first ever blowjob, why not get the full experience. You ignored his tugs and quickened your pace once more as you gripped harder to his hips. He came so hard you were shocked, thankfully the feeling of his release hitting the back of your throat wasn’t nearly as harsh of a feeling as his dick, but still it caught you off guard. You hadn’t even realize you were holding your breath till after you swallowed every last drop and sat back to see him better.

He was now fully collapsed on the bed, arms outstretched on either side of him. Small chuckles kept leaving his mouth as he came down from his high, causing you to bite your lip in anticipation. You didnt care that he just came, you wanted to know how you did.

Finally he propped himself back up and looked at you with those same gleaming eyes. You couldn’t tell what was running through his mind but as he stammered to find the right words you were hoping that they were all good thoughts.

“Fuck y/n.” He said through a smile. “Fuck.”

You bit your lip nervously and watched him as he held a hand out to you. Taking it you let him pull you up the bed till you were laying right next to him. He chuckled again and rolled his head too look at you allowing you to pin the look in his eyes as admiration.

“Are you sure that was your first time?” He said rolling over so he could slip a hand under your shirt and trace circles across your skin. “Fuck.” He said again with another chuckle pulling your hips towards him as you nodded.

“Good fuck or…” You started, taking your lip in your mouth again.

He looked at you like you were crazy for even asking such a thing and instead of verbally answering you right away he pulled you across the blanket till you were pressed up against his naked body and his lips were feverishly intertwining with yours.

“Amazing fuck.” He finally said before pushing you on your back so he could kiss you even deeper.

He was quick to return the favor, the song he had been working on completely forgotten as he trailed kisses down your body. He would make sure you’re pleasure matched what he experienced. The moment your legs started to quiver around him he’d be back up to eye level readying himself to finish what you had started. For the rest of the day every very time the two of you rolled over panting while wrapping your naked bodies around one another to catch your breath you’d only find yourself smiling at one another for a split second before another round would start.

Advocates for Chaos

Next

“You might be wondering why I’ve gathered you all here,” Wilford Warfstache places both hands palms-down on the table before him and grins at the several other figments seated before him.

Anti glitches in his seat. “I was promised pizza!”

“And you brought me here at gunpoint,” Peevils says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Not that I mind.” She shrugs and winks at Wilford, who shudders.

Natemare kicks his feet up on the table and leans back in his seat. “And I didn’t think you even liked me.” He grins at Wilford and cocks his head to the side. “Frankly, I’m flattered.”

Bim fixes his glasses and glances around at the other Egos at the table, somewhat skittish. “And I um… well, I’m not really sure why I’m here. I mean, I am Bim Trimmer, but you guys are… are…”

Wilford raises an eyebrow at him. “Are what?”

Bim presses his lips together into a thin line. “Never mind, I retract my previous statement in the interest of not dying.” He looks down at his folded hands on the table, and Wilford nods.

MadPat tinkers with an alarm clock attached to a bundle of TNT and doesn’t even look up as he says, “I’d like to point out that I’m on a time limit here and would not like to be held up much further.” His eyes cut upwards to Wilford, “So please tell us why we’re here already.”

Wilford wiggles his mustache. “Esteemed guests, friends, enemies, I’ve brought you here today… in the name of chaos.”

Anti’s pointed ears prick up, and the glitch leans in. “’m listening.”

Peevils rolls her eyes. “Oh, please.”

Wilford makes a face at her and goes back to his prepared speech. “For too long, those of us with a knack for the unnatural have been suppressed, or worse, left to our own devices. In such situations we tend to be a bit,” Wilford brushes his hair back with a smile, “lethal.”

Bim clears his throat. “Um, I really don’t think that I…”

“CAN IT, TRIMMER! AND LET ME FINISH!” Wilford straightens his bowtie as Bim clams up again and breathes a slow sigh to calm himself down. “Now, it has come to my attention that ‘murdering’ is considered ‘illegal’ and therefore, ‘shouldn’t be a recreational activity.’ So, I’ve decided to put my skills to a more appropriate use, and that’s why I’ve gathered you all here today.”

MadPat sets his bomb aside with a sigh and leans back in his chair. “You brought us all together because we tend to cause trouble. Fine, I get that. But what exactly is the purpose here? Are we going to go out and solve crimes? Prank people? I need something a little more concrete than ‘recreational chaos that doesn’t involve murder’ before I commit.”

Wilford squints at him and mutters something under his breath. “I had hoped that maybe some of you would be a little forthcoming with ideas considering that I did the work in getting you all here together despite the egregious differences in schedules, Mister I-just-cancelled-my-sixth-game.”

Mad jumps up and grabs his bomb. “Well, I think that’s enough for me. I’ll be leaving before this explodes.”

Natemare groans. “See, this is why you can never have any fun. You suck the fun right out of everything. I like Wilford’s idea!”

Wilford places a hand over his heart and looks genuinely flattered, but Peevils laughs and gets up from the table. “I’m with the nerd. You’ll need to give me a much better reason than ‘chaos’ to commit my precious time.” She bats her eyes up at MadPat who seems mildly offended that she called him a nerd, but it’s not like he can deny it.

Anti pouts and glitches around into different chairs before settling back into his own seat. “This sucks! I wanted to destroy stuff!”

Bim gets up and inches towards the door, sees the way that Mad and Peevils are looking at him, and inches back. “And I’m extremely uncomfortable at the moment, so I’d really like to leave now.”

Wilford fluffs his hair, making it go wild, and sighs in exasperation. “Well, fine. Never mind that I put hours of work into this!”

Peevils screeches all of sudden, and Mare laughs as his purple mist slithers away from her. “YOU!” She screams. “What did you do?”

Mad shakes his bomb as he explains. “His mist creates hallucinations of one’s deepest fears.” He tilts his head to the side, trying to see into her eyes. “What did you see?”

Peevils throws her hands out towards Natemare, and the figment disappears and reappears inside the reflective glass of the table, smashing his fists against the surface. She wiggles her fingers at him. “Maybe you’ll think twice next time before scaring a girl, huh?”

Mare snarls at her before throwing his weight against the glass just as Bim tries to bend it to let him out. The result is a splintering explosion of glass and light, and when the dust settles, everyone is looking around, trying to figure out what just happened. Mad holds up his hands. “It wasn’t me!”

Wilford peeps out from behind the potted plant he ducked behind and looks around at them. “Maybe this was a mistake…”

Just as he says this, Dark bursts into the room, and Wilford expects him to start yelling about how he can’t trust Wilford to do anything without blowing something up blah, blah, blah. But instead, the black and white Ego rushes over to Wilford, eyes alight with fear and concern. “Are you ok? I heard a blast, and I thought somebody must’ve gotten hurt…”

Wilford’s jaw drops open. “Oh goodness giggly gooses, what on Earth did we just do?”

Y'all. Sleeping happened last night. His feedings were perfection, 20 min, then back to sleep for 3 hours 😍😍 so much sleep for everyone!!

Today we are trying the baby Ktan. It’s pretty good, he kind of rolls up into a ball which makes me a little uncomfortable, but it’s nice to have free hands. We are going to get a walk in today or else!!

Oh hey, in other news, yesterday I was 159, and I wore a non maternity shirt 😎😎 NBD.

A note on Rocket Raccoon

I think he’s great. I love him. He’s an awesome addition to the guardians. He has a whole bunch of cousins that live in the dumpster behind my apartment so if he ever comes to visit, I’m happy to let him stop by for a cup of coffee or something.

That being said, I do not love him romantically. Despite the fact that he talks and walks around and whatnot, he’s a raccoon.

Please stop sending me romance-centric headcanons. Please stop requesting Rocket things. What you do on your own blog is your business and I make a point to stay off that part of tumblr because it makes me uncomfortable. I do plan on updating my FAQ with this, since I think this is the first time I’ve made an official post about it and it’s very likely that people didn’t know.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

-Marilyn

@swearwolfmaia ayy. (M.C is the dad’s nickname here, basically it’s his initials)

“So tell me again, why am I doing this?” M.C asked as he anxiously stared at the needle Lucien was holding. “Because you want to impress my dad on your anniversary and because your social anxiety and irrational fears prevent you from going to a professional.” Lucien answered. M.C hated to admit it, but Lucien was right, even the thought that some stranger would judge him over the tattoo he wanted to get was making him feel uncomfortable.

Lucien examined each piece of equipment he needed for the tattoo carefully, making sure he had everything he needed clean and sterelized.
Eversince his first stick and poke tattoo Lucien has been practicing to do it himself, Damien even brought him actual tattoo needles, to make sure that if his son was doing this he at least was being as sanitary as possible.

“Okay, I will wash my hands and then we will start immediately. Are you really sure you want to do this?” He asked a final time. M.C nods, feeling determined. Lucien starts by disinfecting the place where he wanted the tattoo to be. “Last call to get out of this.” Lucien warned but M.C sticked with his decision watching as Lucien carefully drew the design on his wirst. It was a smal rose above the name “Damien”, it wasn’t much but it meant a lot to M.C, he really wanted to show Damien how much he means to him, especially with his other present in mind.

Which reminded him, there was another reason why he wanted Lucien to give him that tattoo.

“You are doing this really professionally.” He commented on the teens handy work, wincing now and then, Lucien made a noice that probably was suppose to show him that he’s listening. M.C could tell Lucien was being extra careful to make sure he didn’t hurt him too much, which he honestly appreciated, Lucien really was a sweet kid underneath his tough facade.

“You know…I was meaning to ask you something.” M.C starts and Lucien gives him another sound, which he interpreted as a ‘go ahead.’, “You see, your dad really means a lot to me.” He explained and Lucien nods, “Well duh, I’m poking a needle through your skin here, if that isn’t commitment.”

M.C chuckled, “Well I was wondering-”

“If this about you wanting to marry my dad, I already know.”

“Amanda?”

“Yup.”

M.C grumbled, selled out by his own daughter, unbelivable. “To her defense, she didn’t know me and Ernest were there when she called Daisy about it.” Lucien clarified and it did make M.C feel better somewhat. “Why were you hanging out with Daisy?” He asked, wondering what the kids possible could have been up to.
“We opened a service where she does people’s homework for money.”

“…”

“I’m joking.” M.C smiled, not sure if he couq believe that. “She wanted us to read her newest short story. Which by the way is way better then the stuff we read in school.” M.C couldn’t help cracking a smile, “I don’t know, did somebody get incased behind a brick wall?” He asked, remembering that particular incident. “No. But it has space bunnies.”
“Space bunnies are hard to beat.” M.C admitted.

“So, what do you think?” He asked after a while of silence, Lucien paused, “I’m giving you a stick and poke tatt and you aren’t in tears. Take a wild guess.”

M.C smiled, feeling relifed he had the boy’s approval.

“Want me to help you when you want one with Ernest’s name?” That, earned him a a bit more painful stab.

sempiternal-odieux  asked:

So we're all in agreement that everyone is gay, but let me say something I've been thinking for two months: Trans Ethan. "I wanted to date a girl in high school. Not be one!" Actually scrap that, the whole cheerleading episode and how mildly uncomfortable Ethan is, along with everyone just accepting they're girls like that. Ethan in the love potion episode at the beginning abt and how quickly he complies to pulling out "Be a man" mag. And the best evidence: I'm trans and I like it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

OMG YES…there’s definitely some evidence to prove that and like!! Imagine him transitioning in middle school and Benny being his column of support and beating up anybody who makes fun of Ethan GOD it would be so cute…

But yeah Ethan in the cheerleading episode that actually makes sense and is really sad like “I don’t want to do this it makes me so extremely uncomfortable” and Benny’s just like “I can do it by myself if you want? Don’t force yourself to do this dude if it makes you uncomfortable that’s totally fine I understand” and Ethan decides to do it for Benny’s sake it can’t be that bad right? OUCH MY HEART.

“I’m teaching Ethan how to be a proper man” way to go coach Benny lol

anonymous asked:

from a personal experience like. doc scratch makes me sO uncomfortable and i used to think he was cool??? and funny???? god like. i feel so bad for those girls who got exploited by him cause it sucks so mUUUCH LMAO UGH,

god me too 

hes a real bad dude

anonymous asked:

it makes me a little uncomfortable that opal has the darkest skin of any of the cast, when he is also being described as " impulsive, destructive and aggressive". i hope this is an okay criticism to make.

yeah thats a fine criticism and I understand completely, aside from the vermillions no one else in game is quite as dark, and both lotus and her father aren’t main characters and don’t get nearly as much screen time as onyx, opal, clover, or valerie, so I wouldnt exactly count them as being positive examples of very dark skinned black characters myself. so apologize for not thinking of the implications of that in the first place

sprites are definitely not final at this point, and I will do my best to think of a way that will make things better.

bashful // jeon wonwoo [REQUESTED]

what is this: garbage that’s what. a drabble for wonu. 

note: this is sort of like a drabble game. just give me a member and a keyword, if you guys wanna request 

keyword: cuddles

genre: fluff

Wonwoo was shy. 

You know that despite how intimidating he may look, deep down he’s just this bashful big ball of fluff. And you know it so well. 

You never kiss him in public, not because you’re embarrassed, but because you know that he’d feel uncomfortable if you do. 

You never hug him when there are people around, because you know it would only make him fold in on himself and keep quiet. So you don’t. 

But when you’re all alone, he’ll never hesitate to kiss you because you look so adorable in his sweater; his hands cupping your face and pressing kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and your lips. 

He holds you tight during the mornings, because he doesn’t want to get up from bed and go to practice, because he just wants to stay there, with you wrapped up in his arms. 

And really you were fine with that. 

Because it’s Wonwoo. 

anonymous asked:

honestly, i've had a lot of communist friends who are MLM (marxist, leninists, maoists) and i've always felt such enormous discomfort with that. i truly hate mao, and i don't care if he was a communist revolutionary. he believed in extreme censorship and did not care about being kind to his people; he only cared about crushing his enemies. the fact that so many communists look up to and respect him is beyond me, but maybe that's just because i'm an anarchist? idk

Well, it’s only natural as an anarchist to hate authoritarian societies, especially Revolutionary China. A lot of nonsense from the state communists (gulag jokes, Stalin Did Nothing Wrong, the weird idealism they have toward communist revolutionaries despite calling themselves materialists, etc) make me uncomfortable too.

If you don’t feel comfortable around those type of Marxists, remember that there’s nothing obligating you to stay friends with them; you come first.

@blj2007 replied to your post “2x07, 2x18, and what the fandom will see as Malec’s “defining moment”…”

I actually have read the comments from the showrunners in regards to them not wanting the relationship fetishized. Michelle and I discuss this often and we believe that their intentions with Malec were good and we understand what they were trying to portray, but that they just overcorrected a bit. They went a little too far in the other direction. We didn’t need to see the same kind of thing in that scene in 2x7 that we got from the other couples on the show. But we did

need to see that Magnus was completely comfortable. Literally a second or two more of them kissing, or verbal confirmation from Magnus that ok he was ready, a shirt being removed…ANY of those things would have made that scene feel more genuine and make me less uncomfortable. It was so very out of place, but it would have been a lot better if they hadnt faded to black quite so soon. Ill look tomorrow and see if i can find the words from the producers on their conscious

choice to portray the malec relationship the way they did. I think i have it somewhere on my blog. Good points you have here…a very well written meta on this issue!

And I am very excited to see what the show does with these flashbacks in 2x18. I would love to rewatch 2x7 and 2x8 through the lens of what we’ve seen in 2x18. I loved the moment where Alec said “why wouldn’t I be” and we got some very good malec growth there! My issue wasnt with whether they did or did not have sex at that time,but that they were telling us they did (through a shovel talk), but their words and actions in 2x8 didnt convince me of that. So confusing!

Thank you! If you find those statements, then yes, I would absolutely love to check them out so I’m more informed when running my overactive yap on the subject.

I agree, I think they could have found at least a few more seconds in the episode somewhere, amidst the unnecessary Kaelie scene or even the Jace and Simon and Maia scenes, to make that scene feel less rushed. I’m sure it could have been done while still keeping things under a solid PG rating if that was the objective.

I’m inclined to blame the director rather than the writer or showrunners for a good deal of that. It was the director who staged the rooftop “make-out” scene earlier in the episode to be so weirdly chaste, also. Apparently the director is primarily a stunt performer? His IMDB credits list very few directing credits and it seems he does a lot of stunt work. Not sure what that’s about; it seems odd to put a director whose emphasis is probably going to be upon action stuff in charge of an episode with such an important emotional sub-plot.

And I agree, there were some missteps in 2x08 as well. I mean, Jace and Clary’s plotline in 2x08 picks up right where it left off in 2x07, that same night. Izzy’s plotline in 2x08 picks up right where it left off in 2x07, that same night.

But Alec? Nah, we don’t need to follow up with him until he’s back at the Institute talking to Izzy the next day. And the fact that Alec showed up back at Magnus’s 12 hours later and they didn’t at least snog at the door for a moment before Alec announced Maryse was in town? Pah!

(This is another tick in the column for “they’re in the honeymoon stage but don’t act like honeymooners” thing. Admittedly, it’s been 20 years since I was in that phase of a new relationship, but the day after your first time generally you’re having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself, I remember that much. A kiss would have at least given us some acknowledgment of that reality while not overshadowing all the important relationship groundwork being laid in that episode.)

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Hello

At last, the first in a series of interconnecting one shots about my Victuri Merman AU!

I had so much fun drawing these, I hope you guys like them! These two drawings are based on the last scene in this one shot :D

This first one shot is bit short and possibly a bit slow but you need to know how they met first :) Then it’s just going to be fluff for days~

I haven’t written fanfiction in about 6 years. Please have mercy X’D

This is the only place this fic is posted at the moment since I don’t have an AO3 account. Anyone wanna help a fan out and send me an invite so I don’t have to go on a waiting list? X’D

Relatively short introductory one shot under the cut.

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love letters ❥ peter parker

summary : peter, hopeless romantic that he is, has a cache of love letters, all addressed to you, hidden under his bed and expertly crafted. he never anticipated them being read, or the feelings he has for you being returned.

word count : 3.1k (holy fucking hell i’m sorry)

   Peter couldn’t help it, the way that he was. He was a romantic at a heart, though the awkwardness of him had a tendency to prevail rather than the confident, smooth talking, small part of him that had a desperate desire to reveal itself. Spider-man was as suave as a fifteen year old boy could be; Peter Parker was awkward, inept at participating in normal, human conversation and often incapable of forming coherent sentences more often than not. He wasn’t the best at talking to people besides Ned and Aunt May and- on occasion- Tony Stark. Especially not you. If there was one person that he turned into an absolute bumbling, ridiculous mess around, it was you. He loathed himself for it, sure that you thought that he was weird, annoying, the same way that anyone who didn’t know him assumed he was. 

   Ned, however, continuously insisted that you found Peter to be a sweetheart, like anyone who got to know him well enough did, and that you liked him very much- perhaps more than a friend, though Peter had immediately scoffed at the notion. It was out of the question, downright ludicrous. But, of course, Ned had implanted the idea in Peter’s head, and now the boy’s ever creative mind refused to stop constructing various scenarios in which you were Peter’s girlfriend and he was as happy as he had ever been. 

    While he had been a perfectly charming boyfriend in each and every one of those little dream sequences of his, he was hopelessly lost for words whenever you approached him, unable to even ask what class you had next, let alone reveal the pure adoration he had been holding on to ever since you had been placed beside him in Bio in your freshman year. You had always been the one to stick up for him and smile at him and treat him like a decent human being, and so of course he fell for you, and now he could barely look you in the eye without his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. So, he bottled his feelings and let them out in a way he had never known could help him.

    He wrote. 

    He wrote to you every single day and poured his heart out in every single letter and expressed every thought he knew, in his heart, he would never be able to say out loud. Writing what he felt was so much simpler than saying the words out loud. That was what he assumed, anyhow. He took his pen and placed it down on the paper, starting it the same way he always did. 

   Dear Y/N… As always, the words spilled over from his mind to the paper as if he wasn’t thinking, just writing and writing and writing until he had filled two pages without lifting his curly head from the paper once. When he finally finished, a yawn stretching across his mouth, he noticed Aunt May standing outside his door. He turned his chair around, raising his eyebrows at her. 

   “Writing to that pretty girl again?” She asked, hand on her hip but wearing a knowing, soft grin. Peter, not bothering to feign shock, nodded solemnly and placed his pen down the paper. “You should think about maybe, oh I don’t know, actually giving her one of the letters you’ve written?” 

    Adamantly, Peter shook his head. “May, I could never. You don’t get it.” He swiveled around in the chair, spinning it until he was dizzy. “These letters are embarrassing. They’re practically my whole heart and soul on a piece of paper. She’d scream and run away if she read how I felt about her.” He sighed, placing his elbow on the edge of the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. He stared up at his aunt, still craving her sage advice. May stared back at him thoughtfully. 

   “Well, in my personal experience,” she came over and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze, eyeing the letter that was signed with Peter’s name, “girls are suckers for love letters. And you Parker men write the best ones out there. Trust me.” 

   Peter bit his lip. “Yeah, sure, I’m not an awful writer. But, I still can’t give them to her. I just can’t.” Before she could say anything else, he was folding it up and placing it on top of the shelf on his desk next to his books for English. “Uncle Ben was different. He was charming. You know that.” 

    May smiled wistfully. “I do.” 

    “And that’s one thing that I didn’t get from him,” Peter finished, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from his swivel chair. “It’s fine.” He waved it off. “I’m happy suffering in silence. I’m gonna go to bed. Big English project starts tomorrow. Love you,” he kissed May on the cheek as she left his bedroom, switching the light off in her departure. He stared at the wall once he was situated in bed, mulling the conversation over in his head. Maybe May’s right. Maybe telling Y/N wouldn’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, never mind. She probably hates me. Ugh. Life sucks. 


    That morning, when he arrived in his English class, you were sitting in the seat that had been previously occupied by Ned pretty much every class since the beginning of the school year. Sucking in a breath, Peter took his first step into the classroom. He knew he was a little late to today’s lesson, but he hadn’t realized he was a full fifteen minutes behind schedule. Ned was in the back with Michelle, giving Peter an encouraging thumbs up when he noticed his best friend finally arrive on the scene. Peter gave him the finger. 

   “Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us!” Ms. Matthews declared when he decided to shove himself through the door, his heart jackhammering away in his chest and making its way up to his throat. He kind of wanted to throw up. 

   “Um, yeah, well, you know, sleep and whatnot- overslept, haha,” he coughed out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. The teacher nodded with faux sympathy, though he could tell she didn’t care that much for his explanation. “I’ll just, um, sit. Down.” 

    “Next to Y/N, please,” She instructed, waving her hand in your direction. “Since you were late and unable to choose your own partner, surprising since usually Ned is so eager to work with you, Y/N offered to be your partner.” The teacher gave you a fond smile, as every teacher did. “She can explain the details of the assignment.” 

    Peter gave her a stiff nod before sliding into his chair, and you noticed how rigid he was as he turned toward you with a slight frown. He seemed extremely upset to be working with you, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way. You liked Peter. Really, truly liked him. He was a sweetie whenever he actually talked to and different than the rest of the guys at Midtown. He was genuine.  

    Giving him your full attention, you beamed at him. “Hey, Peter,” you said cheerfully. He gave you a small smile in return, wringing his hands under the desk. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your own smile dropped, which he noticed immediately and felt awful about. “Sorry you didn’t get paired up with Ned,” you continued, taking your books out of your shoulder bag. “I know you would’ve preferred it that way-” 

    “No!” He interrupted quickly, practically slamming his hands down on the desk so hard you jumped in your seat, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry, I just, um,” he laughed a little, his cheeks burning, “I’m, um, happy to have you as a partner. Really, I am,” he added as an afterthought, just to make sure you knew. 

   Your shoulders relaxed as you looked at him. “You’re not just saying that, right? You seem awfully stiff,” you teased, poking his uncomfortably positioned arm as you quirked a brow. 

    “Do I?” He was practically sweating. 

     “I was just joking, Pete. It’s cute, anyway.” Peter’s eyes, a shade of brown that you had come to think of as warm as honey, went wide and he gaped at you, but you pretended not to notice. “So, for the assignment we have to write a short story based on one of the assigned reading books this year.” 

   She called me cute

   “Shit… I think I forgot all of mine,” you were mumbling, your head practically stuck in your bag. “Did your bring yours, Peter?” 

   Oh my god, she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I’m going to faint

   You snapped your fingers in front of his cherry red face, trying not to appear as amused as you felt. He blinked owlishly, an apologetic half smile, half grimace on his face. He was cute most of the time, but especially when he smiled, even if it was only a forced, awkward one. “Do you have your books, Peter?” You repeated kindly. 

    “Um, sorry, I’ll check,” he answered, embarrassed about his utterly obvious staring that had just occurred. He rummaged around in his backpack before realizing he had forgotten them, as well. He popped back up, curls in disarray as his head brushed against the fabric of his bag. “I forgot them, sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It was kind of adorable.

   “You need to stop apologizing for everything, Pete,” you laughed. “It’s fine. We can get started after school. My place or yours?” You were already packing your things, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he said, “Mine.”   

    “Cool,” you grinned again, a grin that made him want to smile for the rest of his life. “Which one of is doing the writing? Or do you want to split it?” 

    “You’re a, um, fantastic writer,” he told you, having read your submissions to the school newspaper more times than he could count. “If you wanna take over, you can. I can edit and stuff.” 

    “Aw, I’m not that good,” you shook your head abashedly, looking down at your lap. “But thank you, Peter. I’m sure you’re great, too, though. Are you sure you don’t wanna write some of it?”

    “I’m not much of a writer.”


    So, you were in Peter Parker’s room. He was having his third heart attack of the day, and was incredibly grateful that he had managed to keep his wits about him for majority of the day. He had only tripped over his words five times, tripped literally twice, and dropped his Metro card once, but it was fine. You helped him back each time he fell with your usual grace, barely acknowledging his multiple social faux pas and only laughing once because he fell over a small dog- which even he would admit was pretty funny. 

   Still, his palms were sweaty around you and he didn’t know how he was going to survive working so close to you for the next week while the English assignment was occurring. He lead you into his apartment and you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he twisted the keys in the lock. You walked into the apartment, the first thing crossing your mind was how cozy and homelike it was. You liked it very much. 

   “It’s really cute in here,” you said, smiling around the room as Peter busied himself with a glass of water. He downed it quickly. “Where’s your aunt?” 

   “Work,” he replied, catching his breath after the gulping down of his water. “Here, let’s go to my room.” He placed his glass of water on the counter and motioned for you to follow him, opening the door to his room and wincing at the mess in there. “It’s a mess, sorry about that.”  

   You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Didn’t I say stop apologizing?” You entered his room as if you had been there many times before, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door. You threw your bag on his bed and took a seat in his swivel chair, and he liked how natural it seemed for you to be in his room. He liked how comfortable you were, sitting there. Something about it made him happy. 

   “Yeah, my bad,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, pointing your finger at him while he raised his hands defensively. “It wasn’t technically an apology!” He took a step out of the room. He was finally being normal around you, he realized delightedly. He would still need more water, though. He could feel his mouth getting dry. “I’m gonna get more water. Want anything?” You shook your head, spinning around in the chair as he left. 

   Your eyes scanned over his desk, taking in every inch of Peter Parker’s life. He had bad books stacked everywhere, his desk was a mess, there were clothes thrown about the room. Star Wars posters, Avengers posters, notes scattered across the desk. You admired the artful messiness of it all. You leaned up to where his English books were, spotting the one you were most interested in and yanking it off the shelf. As you did, a folded piece of paper fluttered down off the shelf, just when Peter was walking back into the room. 

   “I thought you said you weren’t a writer, Pete,” you raised your eyebrows at him, holding the letter in your hand and waving it at him. 

   He almost threw up right there. “Um, I’m not, please give that back,” he reached for it, but you jumped out of the chair, raising the letter high in the air. “Y/N!” He whined, grabbing for it again. “C’mon, please,” he pleaded desperately, pouting at you with such intensity it almost made you want to give it to him. 

    “Can’t I just read a sentence, Peter?” You pushed out your bottom lip, batting your eyelashes at him. 

     He almost gave in. “No, Y/N. Seriously, give it back.” He sounded scared now, upset as well. You pursed your lips, handing it back to him. He was so anxious about you reading it that it dropped on the floor, opening far enough so that you could see your name scrawled across the top in Peter’s defining chicken scratch handwriting. 

    “That says my name, so now I have to read it.” You stood directly in front of Peter, hands pressed together in a pleading motion, the expression on your face so genuinely interested that he had to give it to you. He picked it back up with a lump in his throat and handed it over, scared as ever. But this was what May had advised. Maybe she’d be right. 

    “Dear Y/N,” you read aloud in a loud, terrible accent, glancing back up at Peter as you read the line after that. He was staring down at the floor, preparing himself for what you were going to say when you read the letter, read his heart. You sat in his chair, realizing it’d be better if you didn’t read it so publicly. He sat down on his bed, waiting. 

   Dear Y/N. This is maybe the tenth letter I’ve written to you, and each time I say the same thing, so if one day you are reading this in proper succession, I’m sorry for being so utterly repetitive. You’ll probably never read this, though. And that’s why it’s so easy for me to write. I think you’re the only person to ever truly be interested in me when I’m talking about science. Not even Ned has an attention span that long. But you do. And you don’t know how much I want to thank you for that. You make it really difficult to not like you, to not be in love with you. I think that’s what it is… love. And if I’m not in love with you yet, then I’m certainly falling for you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a wonderful person without trying, you’re a beautiful hurricane, a sunset on the horizon of my bleakest hours, and you make me feel as if I’ve been standing in the sunshine for my entire life. 

   You put the letter down, smoothing it over your lap. You didn’t need to read the rest. That was enough. Peter gazed at you now, the way you’ve yearned to be looked at before, and you shamed yourself for being so blind these past two years. He wasn’t simply just staring. He was looking. Admiring. You slid next to Peter, placing the letter behind you. He moved his hand, curling his fingers around yours tentative as ever. Your free hand grazed up the side of his face, toying with the hair on the back of his neck before resting on his cheek. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, you were so close that he was able to count each individual eyelash that you had, every single fleck of pure beauty in your deep eyes. 

   “I like you very much, Peter Parker,” you murmured. He felt his heart soar, and then, he felt himself kiss you. It was an out of body experience. He was there, he was the one kissing you, the one who had initiated it, but it felt like he wasn’t. He was up in the clouds, too far lost in the way it felt to run his hands through your hair as he had always dreamed of to notice Aunt May sneaking past the door, overjoyed to see Peter finally with the girl he had been loving in silence for far too long. You pulled away from each other, eyes opening slowly and hesitantly and your lips practically still connected. 

   He wanted to tell her that he adored her, but Aunt May’s voice flowed from the kitchen too loud to overpower his thoughts. “You read her the letter, didn’t you? I told you it’d work! Worked for your Uncle Ben and I was right as I always am!”

   He jumped up from the bed, sticking his head out of the doorway and pressing his finger to his lips. “Maaaayyyy, you’re embarrassing me,” he whispered-yelled, practically whined. “You were right, okay? Thank you, let me go get a girlfriend now. The girlfriend.” She beamed at him, but no one’s smile could shine brighter than Peter’s. 

    He retreated back into the room, and you were clutching the letter in your hands. You looked up at him hopefully. “I was thinking that maybe you could read me the other nine letters. If you’re up for it.” 

    Peter couldn’t possibly say no, taking a page out of his Uncle Ben’s book the way he should have done in the first place as he found the hiding spot for the stack of letters he had been writing for the past few months, sliding them over to you and feeling confident for the first time in a long time.

BTS Reaction | Wanting to be called daddy

Request; they want to be called daddy by you or you accidentally moan daddy one night and they want you to call it them again

A/N; If this is something you’re not comfortable with, don’t read on! ~

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see, like, missy has been a very touchy character in this regen?

she snogs the doctor, and constantly rests her arm around him/on his shoulder (outside st paul’s, and once she’s free on the plane, to name a few times), and just holding on to him for dear life when he kisses her in the graveyard. she wraps her arm around osgood. in s9, she reaches into clara’s personal space to make her have the vortex manipulator, and she sits very closely to the doctor in the ship.

getting into people’s personal spaces is a very quick and effective way to make them very uncomfortable, and she uses this to her advantage to scare osgood, and her just being nearby people makes them nervous.

the scene in which she reaches for the doctor (and to me she looks like she’s reaching to fix his coat, like in s8 with the unit/cybermen in the square scene),  he steps back, and it shows she wants to be near him and touch him for her own comfort, not to make him uncomfortable. she instantly stops, and freezes and looks down and laces her fingers together, kinda shakily. she doesn’t continue her attempt, which is something the old her might have done - stepping forward and not allowing a rejection in the first place.

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12 recognizes, however, how much she needs that contact, but isn’t ready to give it. he’s not much of a hugging person, but he understands that she needs that from him, so he does what he can. her reaction to this, like she’s taking a breath, about to speak, is so fundamental. she knows he’s trying to help her too, but doesn’t know how to convey how much she needs it without embarrassing herself/acting ooc.

i feel that missy really needs that hug. she really, really needs it. even just from bill. she hasn’t really had physical contact with anyone in years, presumably, and that does things to a person whose character revolves a lot around it. she’s restraining herself so much.

Cinderella

Summary: After waking up in the morning finding out you had a one night stand with someone you don’t even know…you rush out as quickly as possible…too bad you forgot your cell phone.

Pairing: Jeon Jeong-guk (Jungkook) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2k

A/N: extremely Mature rating

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“How do I look?” You asked your best friends.

“Gorgeous.” They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.

“And here.” Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. “Guys like messy.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” It wasn’t your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.

Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren’t working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven’t been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you the love you deserve. He just wasn’t happy, which you respected.

Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.

“Okay….lets go.” Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.

“It will be fun, don’t worry.” She told you.

-

When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. “Lets get some fuel.” Lalisa started walking towards the bar.

6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. “Hey.” You looked up following the voice. “Do you see that hot guy over there.” Lalisa pointed with her eyes.

You started to look. “Hey don’t be obvious.” She alerted you.

“Sorry.” You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.

You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.

He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren’t suppose to be talking about him.

“Go over there and talk to him.” Lalisa pressured you.

“Unless it’s too soon.” Rosé debated.

“No it’s the perfect opportunity….its been long enough…you need to put yourself back out there.” Lalisa argued.

“I’m going over there.” Lalisa stood up. “I’m going to introduce him to you and then I’m going to take his hot friend with the dimples.” Then she stormed off.

As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were too sober for this.

You saw the guy smile in your direction. “Lalisa always wins.” Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.

You were left drinking alone. You didn’t want to act like you were desperate and you weren’t, you wanted to take it at a slow level.

You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.

“Hi.” Oh, it’s real. “I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out to you.

“Hi.” You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you.”

“What did she say?” You nervously asked.

“She said that I’m an idiot if I don’t talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club.”

You slapped you forehead amused. “I’m so sorry about her.”

“I wouldn’t disagree.” You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.

Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. “Let’s go dance.” You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.

A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. You couldn’t remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.

The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.

And this case you did. “Do you want to get out of here?” You whispered in his ear.

“Yeah.” Then you don’t even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.

You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn’t read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.

Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.

You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.

You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.

You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn’t help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.

You sat back up letting go of him you didn’t want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.

He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.

You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.

You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.

You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook’s pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.

-

Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn’t recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit! What have you done?

You slowly got up trying not to wake what’s his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that’s why it’s best to sneak out.

On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn’t but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn’t have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.

When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.

“Oh my god there you are.” Rosé panicked. “I tried calling you.”

You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.

“Wow you bad girl.” Rosé smirked at you. “You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex.” She pouted.

“Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin.”

“That’s nice.” You grabbed the aspirin.

“Anyways….what happened?”

“I don’t remember.” You groaned.

You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.

“I snuck out before I could ask.” You confessed.

“Well maybe you’ll see him again.”

“Maybe….we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay.” You suggested.

“I already did…but both of you ignored my calls.” Rosé intrigued.

You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn’t there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.

“Fuck.” You said panicked “fuck, fuck, fuck.” You got up.

“What?” Rosé rushed to you.

“I forgot my phone.”

-

A few hours later you were still panicked. “What am I going to do?”

“I told you already.” Rosé said annoyed.

Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. “What’s up?” She said casually.

“Where the fuck were you?” Rosé sat up annoyed. “I’ve trying calling you all day.”

“Sorry I was out.” She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. “I had the best time last night.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stick around with this one.” The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.

“He’s so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean.” She blushed. “We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast.”

“Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor.” She laughed.

You just sighed. “What’s wrong?” Lalisa asked.

“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met….I don’t even remember him that much, just his face.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t sneak out maybe you could get to know him.” Rosé said.

“You snuck out….oh (Y/N)….that’s going to give him the wrong idea and now you’ll probably never see him again.” Lalisa said disappointed.

“She’s going to have too.” Rosé spoke for you.

Lalisa looked at you both. “I forgot my phone.” You said trying to stay calm.

-

“What if he answers?”

“That’s what we want doofus.” Rosé stated.

“I’ll just buy a new phone.” You turned away.

“No you wont.” Lalisa pulled you back.

“Call.” Rosé handed you her phone.

You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.

“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.

“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.

“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?

“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”

He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.

-

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