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Walk in the Park || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Walks with Tom and Tessa never fail to make you smile.

Warnings: Pure fluff!!!!

Word Count: 1156 words

A/N: Format is still fucked up (it’s literally killing me) but I’m really tired and I just love fluffy Tom I hope you all enjoy because this made my heart swell with love for him!!!!!

You let out a small yawn as you slipped the end of the seatbelt into the slot, adjusting the strap as Tom got into the drivers side before doing the same.

“Tired?” He asked as he started the engine then turning to get a proper look at you, “not really, I just need'a stretch my legs,” you chuckled as Tom slipped his hand on your thigh, “we’ll be home soon,” he smiled sweetly, to which you did as well, placing your hand on top of his and playing with his long fingers as he began the drive to his home.

“You know,” you said as you followed Tom up the steps to his front door, “my arms, do in fact, work,” you said sarcastically as Tom turned to you to roll his eyes playfully, “let me do boyfriend things for you,” he whined as you chuckled but placed a kiss to his lips as silent thank you.

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I Hate This (Part I) || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: N/A

Paring(s): Jughead x Betty, Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1728

Parts: Part II Ending I, Part II Ending II

Originally posted by fightingtheangels

Your POV…

It’s been weeks since Betty and Jughead got together. It’s been weeks since you talked to Jughead as well. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. I’ve been avoiding all of them really. Archie’s tried talking to me but after so many years of seeing it, wherever there’s Archie, Jughead isn’t far behind. So I did what I do best, ignore and run. Betty and Veronica have tried talking to me but they get the same response. The only one I haven’t ignored is Kevin Keller, my best friend.

“(Y/N), talk to them. They’re going crazy trying to find out why you’ve been avoiding them,“ Kevin stood by my locker giving me the same spiel he has been giving me the weeks I’ve been avoiding them.

“Kev, I’ve told you this many times before, no. And you know why so don’t bother asking,“ I closed my locker while meeting his gaze. Over his shoulder, I could see the four people I didn’t want to heading our way, “I’ll see you in biology, Kev,” I walked away as quickly as I could from them.

“(Y/N)!” I ran around the corner and to my class at the sound of Jughead’s voice. I’m not facing any of them just yet.

Kevin walked home with me. He wanted to talk more about it and I finally agreed.

“Okay. We’re in your room. Why are you ignoring them?“ Kevin asked me.

“I’ve known Jughead, Betty, and Archie for years. I met them in fifth grade when I first moved to Riverdale. Whereas Betty and Archie were best friends, Jughead and I were too. Jughead and Archie are brothers. Archie was the only one to know I had a crush on Jughead and he used to make fun of me for it but Archie stopped because I got over Jughead.“

“Is there a reason for this backstory?“ Kevin threw himself on my bed in feign annoyance to get me to laugh. In result, I laughed but he also got a face full of my faux fur pillow. I faced him as I sat down at my desk just across from my bed.

“Yes there is. Archie told Jughead and Betty that I used to like him after I convinced Archie I didn’t like Jughead anymore. Well, Jughead and Betty laughed at me. Made fun of me and Jughead even said that he didn’t and probably wouldn’t ever have a crush on me. I played it off like it didn’t matter to me but I went home that night and cried because I still liked him. I thought I got over him over the years but once it came out that he and Betty were together, I did the same thing I did when he said that to me. I came home and cried,“ I got up and leaned against the sill of my window.

“You still like him,“ I could see all of the gears in his head spinning. I saw all of it clicking in his head.

“I guess he was right. He never liked me and he never will,“ I smiled softly at Kevin’s look of pity.

Kevin’s POV…

I stormed over to their table much to the disliking of (Y/N). I could hear her calling my name but I ignored it. I had a few things I needed to say to Thing 1 and Thing 2.

“Jughead, Archie, I need to talk to you too,“ I walked away with them following in tow.

“What’s up, Kev?“ I wanted to chuckle at the seemingly normal tone of voice Archie had.

“What’s up is that you two are pricks. No wonder (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk to any of you right now.“

“Wait, she told you why she’s ignoring us? What’d she say?“ I laughed at Jughead’s question because I wanted to tell them and call them out on their shit but it wasn’t my place. It also wouldn’t look good getting into a fight with my dad as the sheriff.

“It’s not my place to tell but you two definitely know why. Betty does too,“ I pushed pass them and walked back to (Y/N) who stood there with her usual poker face and her arms crossed, “Something had to be said, (Y/N).”

Your POV…

I wasn’t upset with Kevin for confronting them. I was kinda glad he did but I was also anxious because this would mean that they’d confront me about it asking why. That wasn’t something I was ready for but in all honesty, it probably wouldn’t be something I was ever ready for.

The day went on as normal. Them trying to talk to me, me avoiding them, and then me going home as quickly as I could to avoid all confrontation. Unfortunately for me though, the universe was not on my side. As soon as I got home, I got an hour to myself before Jughead came to visit me.

“Hey there, Juliet,“ I spun around in my desk chair at his voice before turning around and rolling my eyes. I still didn’t say anything to him, “Why are you ignoring all of us? And what did you tel Kevin to make him lose his shit on me and Archie?“ Jughead was probably already in my room sitting on my bed but I wasn’t going to turn around and find out, “(Y/N/N), come on. We’re best friends, why won’t you tell me what I did?” I couldn’t stop the cold scoff that came from me.

“I hate this, Jughead. I really do,“ I refused to turn and face him because I would lose it.

“Hate what, (Y/N)?“

“All of this. I just-“ what’s the point? This isn’t going to change anything, “Nevermind.“

“No tell me,“ his voice was concerned but it was also very strict in its tone.

“Why? What’s the point? Anything I say now can ruin our friendship. But it’s not like that matters. It’s not like it’s ever mattered,“ fuck it. I turned around and faced him with a burning in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

“It matters, (Y/N). You’re my best friend and I care about you. And it won’t ruin our friendship,“ I could see the hurt in his eyes but I still couldn’t bring myself to believe him.

“Really? You care? Is that why you haven’t put much effort in trying to talk to me? At least Archie, Betty, and Veronica stopped me multiple times in attempts to get me to talk.“

“What could I have said that they didn’t already?“ he was raising his voice at this point, something he rarely ever did towards me.

“Does that even matter? You didn’t even fucking try and yet you still call me your best friend. You know what, Jones, we haven’t been best friends for awhile. Not since Betty asked you to help her with the Blue and Gold. You stopped talking to me and hanging out with me as much, Jones. I wasn’t the one who stopped. And you know for damn sure that I wouldn’t have given up as easily as you did if our roles were reversed,“ the tears were flowing freely at this point and I don’t care anymore.

“What would I have done? Waltzed up to you and you would’ve magically talked to me? I know you, (Y/N). It wouldn’t have been that fucking easy otherwise I would’ve done it. And as for the whole best friend thing, you are my best friend. I just hung out with Betty more because she did the one thing for me that you couldn’t. Make me happy and calm every fucking demon in my head. You’re jealous of her and every one can see it. She’s everything you’re not-”

“Trust me, I know she’s everything I’m not, Forsythe. She’s smart and I’m not. She’s pretty and I’m not. She’s everyone’s friend and I’m not. I’m barely even yours. She’s the perfect girl next door with flawless, milky skin, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and radiant smile. But I’m not jealous of any of that. I don’t wish to be her. I’m jealous of the fact that she took my best friend from me and made it look like you were never even my best friend in the first place. That’s what I’m jealous of, Forsythe,“ my tone was calm, my stature was calm, but anyone could see the pain I felt in my eyes as tears fell down my cheeks like it was raining.

“Are you sure?“ I hate the smirk that he was wearing as he got up and took slow steps towards me. It’s the one he wore whenever he knew something others didn’t, “I think you’re jealous of the fact that I love her and not you,“ that’s what did it. I froze as I felt myself going numb from his words.

“Fine. I love you and I fucking hate it. Are you happy now?“

“Then stop loving me-”

“I can’t! Don’t you get it? If I could, trust me, I would’ve stopped when I first started to. I’ve loved you for years, Forsythe. And I hate it so fucking much. I hated it when I told Archie years ago, I hated it when you all made fun of me for it, I hated it when you broke my heart, and I hate it now as you break my heart yet again. So I’ll say it again, I hate this,” I got up and walked towards him as my words were muffled slightly as I spoke through gritted teeth. I saw shock seep into his eyes as everything that was happening clicked.


“Save it. I think you said everything you wanted to. Don’t you agree? And I proved you wrong yet again. What I said ruined our friendship. Just go, Forsythe,“ I turned back to my desk and sat down in my chair.

“(Y/N), I-“

“Go,“ he sighed heavily before I heard him take his leave through my window. Once I turned around to make sure that he was gone, I walked over and shut the window, locking it as well. I could feel everything hit me all at once as I reached for my phone and called Kevin.

“What’s up?“ I couldn’t form a coherent sentence through my sobs but luckily, I didn’t need to, “I’m on my way.“


I never knew anyone could know real love so young, but she did. She fell for him slowly, and then she feel hard. She loved the sound of his heartbeat matching hers and could describe the color of his eyes in a hundred different ways. She intertwined her fingers with his, finally feeling whole again. She fell apart in the corner of her bedroom after they got in their first of many fights. She’d stare at pictures of him, hoping to relive their memories. You could see the shine in her eyes as she said his name. She whispered it over and over again until it became all she knew. She cried over him until she was drowning, and no one could tell her he was bad for her. When he halfheartedly apologized, she took him back only to see him leave again. My god, she loved him more than Juliet loved Romeo. It was real. It was true. It was impure. She was everything you’d look for in a lover, and he was everything you’d hope you never got caught up in. Her first love ruined her idea of love. Her first love ruined her.
—  she deserved more
Wrong Loves Her Company (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I’m still a little sick and this weekend was crazy so it took me long than normal to finish this. This just a drabble, so it’s a little shorter than normal. Also, this part is based off the assumption that you’ve read part 6  so if you haven’t, I would read it so certain things make more sense. The finale (part 7) will be coming out on Sunday. I’m not ready, but it’s going to be long and angsty. I hope this holds you over until then. Also this is from Dylan’s POV, if I didn’t already mention that. Love you always, babes.

Thanks to: @writing-obrien

Warning: Oral

Word Count: 2612

Part 1-6 [Here]:

Originally posted by stiles-and-lydia-tho

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Jumin Secret Ending

Okay so a while ago, I was having many deep and meaningfuls with the lovely @ellieartcave and we both emphatically agreed that there was something sorely lacking in Mystic Messenger… an ending where V lived. While she came up with something different but just as awesome, for me the only thing that made sense and still work canonically is for the other Deep Route boy- my baby Juju- to have a secret ending.

Here are the very rough, very vague notes that I’ve taken in regards to what I was planning to do over the span of 7-10 chapters… but with what seems to be the V route/content coming up… I felt that my story would no longer be necessary… but I still wanted to share it :)   

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BTS Reaction to Seeing His Ex Crying About Him

Requested from @yona–hime! Thank you for giving me the ok to change it up a bit! ^-^ *credit to gif owners*

Jin ➳ It was after the boys had performed, when Seokjin noticed Jimin run straight to you and engulf you into a hug. He was confused at first, and when he saw the younger wipe the tears from your face — his heart constricted in pain. He was about to run to you, to push Jimin away but when Namjoon held him back, he felt..defeated. “She’s crying about you, you know..” he mumbled and Seokjin looked to the floor in sorrow, wanting more than anything to comfort you himself. “It would be best if you didn’t speak to her anymore.”

Originally posted by beuits

Suga ➳ He noticed you silently crying in a corner on your own at the famous celebrity party you were both invited to, and even though he had drank more than enough shots, he was lucid enough to give you space although it hurt him to see you in such a way; trying not to start a sudden commotion within the boys as they stood around him. All he wanted to do was hug you, have you in his arms once again but that was just utterly impossible because you were now his ex, and even though you both missed each other greatly; it just wasn’t meant to be.

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

J-Hope “You’re not going to do anything?” Taehyung had growled, pushing him softly as Hoseok just stood there and tried to register what the boy had told him. You were crying over him, and he had an idea of why but he knew there was nothing he could do since you were the one that ended things and bluntly stated that you should both stay away from each other. Taehyung eventually left back to you, frustrated at how Hoseok was being but the older could only put up a front and pretend to be happy even though he was dying inside.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

RapMonster ➳ You both had been invited to a large get together, and when you had bumped into him; he could sense the tears about to burst since you looked absolutely terrified at being close to each other after so long. He quickly put his hand on the small of your back, pushing through the sea of people as he got you both into a secluded area — looking into your eyes as he gave you a soft smile. “Please, don’t waste your tears on me,” he whispered while resting his hand on your trembling ones, “if anything, let’s just make new happy memories.”

Originally posted by hoshikio

Jimin ➳ He was shooketh the moment you two bumped into each other, and you could only stare at him as if he was a stranger. He felt broken, and when one of the boys dragged him away he refused to look at you, but soon, he ended up glancing towards your way throughout the night. You looked happy, and when your eyes soon connected with his, the tears began to automatically spill. He hated to see you cry, and even though he wanted to do anything in his power to soothe your breaking heart, he just couldn’t knowing he could break you further.

Originally posted by jimintensify

V ➳ You were crying? And over him? The boys tried to hold him back, telling him that he didn’t need to make you feel worse but he was persistent in wanting to make you feel better. It wasn’t long before he was running down the halls, finding your friends asking you questions before he would throw his arms open; a wide smile spreading across his lips as he would hug you and take you away — not caring if it would soon spread rumors. He knew you both ended on bad terms, but he was selfless and he wanted to make sure you would be okay in any way he can.

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

Jungkook ➳ He felt absolutely horrible. He saw you crying, and he knew exactly why you were crying; but he became scared. He couldn’t face you, only looking away as he soon entered the train to stay away from prying eyes and escape reality that the two of you were over. It pained him to see he had left a drastic scar on your heart, knowing he did nothing bad but boy, did he wish he could fix everything. He knew he was in a boy band, and knew he had to protect his image but he wished he could just throw it all aside even though it meant ruining his dreams, but if it’s meant to be; you’ll both cross paths again sooner or later.

Originally posted by jengkook


GOT7 reaction: You flinch in a fight

Request:  Can you do a got7 reaction where you flinch during a fight/argument thinking they were going to hit you?

A/N: @goldenalienn thank you so much for your request and patience my lovely, hope you enjoy!


Originally posted by younqk

It had started out as such a petty, silly argument but seeing as you two rarely argued when you did it was intense for both of you. You had both let your words get ahead of you before and said things you didn’t mean but as Mark got more and more wound up and took an exasperated step towards you, it may have been subtle but he saw it. The way your eyes squeezed shut, body braced. Rather than break down there and then, he’d go off on his own to calm down a bit, think and rethink the moment again so much it almost didn’t feel real. A while later he’d come down, tears streaked over his face and puffy eyes and rather than reach out and touch you, he’d talk it out with you, desperate to know if he ever made you feel threatened and wanting to put it right.


Originally posted by imjaeboms

He’d blame himself. 100% it was all his fault. As soon as it happened he’d take himself out of the situation because he was angry, not at you but at himself. He’d go aimlessly round the streets desperately trying to make sense of what happened. You looked so genuinely frightened, every time he closed his eyes he saw you jerk away from him. And it had all been over something so trivial. You two had argued, but not like this. On his walk around the streets he’d get you flowers, coming home with them, an apology and a sincere look on his face. He’d move towards you carefully and get on his knees, begging for forgiveness.


Originally posted by infinitblaq

I really think this would destroy him inside. He hates arguing as it is and will avoid it wherever he can but hen he saw you flinch his heart slammed into his chest. He would immediately engulf you in his arms, cradling you for a good 5 minutes not saying anything, just hearing your breathing calm and stroking your hair gently. He’d try for the whole day to cheer things up, doing aegyo and trying to joke with you but he just couldn’t shake the sad look in his eyes. The fact you actually thought he’d hurt you tore him apart so he’d do anything and everything to prove to you and himself otherwise.


Originally posted by jypnior

This whole incident would make him rethink the entire relationship. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t good enough for you, not by a long shot. He thought you now must think he was some kind of monster, it would really take a toll on him. Seeing you flinch as he stepped towards you tears would spring forward there and then, threatening to spill as he saw the flash of fear in your eyes. He would whisper that he would never, ever hurt you before walking away slowly, a mix of hurt, betrayal and disappointment in himself whirring through his head. Of everyone, he’d find this the hardest to get over.


Originally posted by markjin

I’m not sure he’d quite know how to react, being the sunshine he is he had never had someone react like that to him. Even though your argument was kinda heated for you two, he’d stepped forward to hug you and just make everything better, you said his hugs made things better only this time it made them worse. He’d pull his arms back slowly and sit you down on the living room sofa next to him and just sit for a second, letting you collect your thoughts. Eventually, being careful he’d slowly take your hand and tell you he never would hurt you, the thought would never even cross his mind and that he adored you. You had him wrapped around your finger and he loved it.


Originally posted by j-miki

I think he’d be confused for the most part. You’d never seemed intimidated before and you two always joked around playfully and play fighting was a normal occurrence but he would never, ever lay a finger on you in that way. So when you flinched, it would take him a moment to recover and compose himself before throwing his arms around you and repeating over and over that it wasn’t like that and that he’d never and that he loved you . He would also grow from it though, never once making the same mistake twice and always making sure he’s respectful of your space when you argued.


Originally posted by yugyeom

I think he would be so scared when he saw you flinch away from him. He thought he’d ruined everything, that you saw him as the worst person ever but would want to talk it out with you so nothing like this ever happened again. He’d want to understand you more, after all he was still young so wanted learn everything he could. He loved you too much to ruin this for you both so when he found you forgave him, he would almost cry with relief and do his all out best. The next day he’d come home with chocolates, flowers and be the model version of the perfect boyfriend to make it up to you.

anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)


He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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Can’t Forgive, Wanna Forget

Summary: After Mary tells Sam and Dean some news they don’t want to hear, the reader is there to console Dean. 
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2070
Warnings: Smut, angst. 
Spoiler Alert: Set directly after 12x13.

A/N: I think I say this every time, but smut is not my forte, so be kind with your feedback, please! 

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Whine Up - Sirius Black x Reader (smut)

Request: Hi could I request a young Sirius black imagine where Sirius and reader have both been sexually frustrated all day and decide to go back to the dorm;) but just as Sirius is abut to go down on reader the marauders walk in and are all like “OMG MY INNOCENCE” and shit like that. When they leave reader is like no way mood is ruined so they go down to the common room only to have the boys tease them xxx
Warnings: Okay this is a bit more smutty than what you requested. Sorry… not sorry. SMUT. My English. Not that great? 
Images are not mine/credits to their original owners.

Today has been a torture. Like, really.
It all started before you even woke up. You had a dream about your boyfriend. A very very graphic one.

His mouth is soft against my neck, kissing me lovingly. I am left breathless with anticipation. His hand pulls my underwear aside as his finger skims my most sensitive area. I gasp, cupping his face and kissing him hungrily. He pulls back to adjust our bodies. He pulls me directly under him. He smiles and moves my legs apart. He kneels in front of me. The first touch of his tongue on my clit makes me jump upward and my hands go to his long, dark locks. I grab and tug as he takes over my mind. I can’t stop moving my hips against his mouth. He grabs my thighs and pushes me against his mouth. He moves back and I grab for his head, wanting him to keep his mouth against me, whining a bit at the sudden loss of his talented tongue.
“That’s right baby, keep grinding against my mouth, rubbing your clit all over me” he husks, smirking. He inserts his slender fingers inside me and my head falls back. He pumps slowly at first, sending shivers down my spine. He licks and circles his tongue while his fingers fuck me.

Your eyes snapped open. You were sweaty and needy. However, you hadn’t had time to take care of your problem. You groaned in frustration and stood up to get ready. You pushed the dream aside. As soon as you were done, you headed for the Great Hall for breakfast, like every other day. But something wasn’t like the other days.
As soon as you spotted Sirius, every single detail of that damn dream came back. You took a deep breath and took a seat next to him. He smiled at you, a bit forced.
“Slept well?”. That seemingly simple question made your core tingle. His voice was low and raspy and you had to clench your legs together. You did notice something, though. He was trying to hide a rather big bulge on his trousers. You bit your lip and forced your mind to stop fantasizing about him. Not now.
“Peachy” you sarcastically answered and took a sip of your coffee.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked you concerned. You weren’t the only one that had a rather difficult beginning.
“If she tells you, will she sit on it?”. You choked. James. This wasn’t the day for dirty jokes. He, however, seemed pleased with himself. Lily gave his arm a slap, not even close to how you wanted to slap him.
Sirius groaned at his friend and looked at you giving you an apologizing smile. You just roll your eyes. The truth is that you have been thinking of what turned him on, wishing for the answer to be you.
 “Okay. What did the hurricane say to the coconut palm tree?” he asked the whole group. You looked genuinely confused. When no one answered, James continued.
“Hold on to your nuts, this is no ordinary blow job!” he exclaimed and burst out laughing. Was he that dense? Did he do it on purpose?

The pressure between your thighs had gotten worse. You couldn’t get Sirius off your mind all day. The fact that you were teasing each other, didn’t really help. He had flirted with you, calling you all kinds of dirty nicknames to get you completely wrecked. You were licking your lips seductively and glancing down at his erection-he was hard all day and you were proud of yourself for achieving that- and back at his eyes, biting your bottom lip and winking at him. When the two of you had been paired up he had his hand resting on your thigh as you’d sit beside him, only to caress your skin. Your fingers accidentally brushed over his bulge, lingering a bit longer there, enough for you to feel him twitching. He would groan and you would hollow your cheeks for a brief moment before smiling innocently.
You felt so frustrated that by the end of the classes you just rushed back to his dorm, before he could even be there, and waited for him.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long. He walked in, threw his bag to the floor and made a beeline towards you.
“Teasing me all day?” he asked playfully and raspy. You bit your lip and batted your eyelashes. You were panting already. Imagining his mouth and his hands and his -
“I had a dream about you” you breathed out, all too innocent. You were getting him harder and harder. You almost felt guilty. And then you felt your heat practically dripping.
He crooked an eyebrow while undoing his tie and shirt. You mimicked his action as he talked.
“What did I do in your dream?” he groaned. You were faster. You were left in your matching black, lacy underwear and stockings. He had his pants still on, painfully tight as you could have guessed.
“Ate me out” you whispered, ashamed that you were talking about your wet dream with him. He smirked. A smirk you could identify as the same one that Lucifer had. He was the devil. But for him, you were willing to burn and sin and end up in Hell. Come to think of it, you were burning.
“That is not a dream, doll” he mumbled and threw you down onto his bed. He unbuckled his belt and kneeled in front of you. You were soaking. You reached down to touch him, taking his erection out and slowly palming him. He growled. His fingers were ghosting your clothed clit, toying with your nerves. He moved past your panties, sliding a finger inside you and you moaned.
Then, several things were heard.
“My eyes!”.
“My innocence!!”.
You really didn’t know how you felt. It was awful. Your good mood was over, your best friends had seen you being eaten out-well almost- and your boyfriend getting a hand job. THOSE IDIOTS HAD RUINED EVERYTHING. You were sexually frustrated all day and that’s how it had ended. You wanted to scream.
After, what felt forever, you were alone again but not even close to your previous mood. You had felt him going soft in your hand and you-well, goodbye orgasm.
You removed yourself from him and got up. He seemed really uncomfortable, sitting on his bed, his head lowered and you felt bad. You put on your clothes quickly and threw him his shirt.
“I am sorry for those douchebags, baby, really” he said apologizing for something he didn’t do. He was fully dressed by now and you couldn’t help but feel needy again.
“It’s okay. Maybe we can try it” you said without finishing your sentence. He looked at you curiously.
“Try what?” he asked rather intrigued. It only excited you more. You had been informed of this by Marlene. And you thought that now was the time to spit it out.
“Edging” you whispered as you walked towards the door, ready to head out. You had your back turned but you were sure he was smirking. You held back a smile.
“Let’s join the assholes” you prompted him.

The moment you joined your “friends”, all those dirty jokes and teasing began.
“So, your ice cream had extra cream?” Peter said causing a blush. Sirius just shrugged him off. You plopped next to Lily and Remus, hoping that those two wouldn’t pick on you.
“The difference between light and hard is that you can sleep with a light on, right Pads?”. It was James who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. You just blushed and avoided everyone’s eyes.
“What’s the difference between snowmen and snowladies? Snowballs”. NOT Marlene too.
“Roses are red, violets are fine. If he’ll be the 6, will you be the 9?”. Not only did you blush but you fell off of the armchair as well.
You made eye contact with Sirius, silently begging him to stop them. Those poor excuses of friends. But in their defense, you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

I hate you │3

summary:  Getting wasted at the party gives you enough courage to confront Jungkook but gets you in trouble with parents. 
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2515
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook 
I hate you Masterlist 123 4 5 6 7 (ongoing)

For some reason, the previous part’s tags didn’t work, so it didn’t show up in recently posted. Hope you like this part and read the previous one as well. Of course, I have the next part planned, but if you have any suggestion, please message me.

you tried your best to avoid Jungkook after the incident in the classroom.Even his presence made your stomach turn. You ran to the opposite direction if you saw a glimpse of him and did a pretty good job at it until one day Mr. Jenkins announced:

“Everyone, this is your assignment for the next month, you need to create a diary of a fictional character with at least 30 entries. Try to compose a story and make it as detailed as possible, write about her thoughts, emotions, happiness, loss, whatever you think will help you show that it’s impossible to know what’s going on in someone else’s head, even if you think you know them”

You’ve always liked your professor’s assignments. He probably wasn’t more than ten years older than you and always found a way to give you relatable and interesting tasks. You’ve been writing your own diary for as long you can remember, desperately needing to express your emotions, since your inexpressive parents were no help. The sensation of forever inking your deepest feelings on a piece of paper was helping you cure your bottled up emotions better than anything else.

“Oh, and you need to pair up,  I already made pairs randomly, so please come by my desk to check your name before leaving”-group assignments were not your forte, but there was nothing you could do. So you walked up to Mr. Jenkin’s desk to ask him who your partner was when he without looking at the list said:

“You’re with Jungkook”-and smiled with one of those “I-know-you’ve-lied-to-me-and-here’s-what-you-get” smiles

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BROKEN PART TWO: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160774269479/broken-part-one


“So, how does that feel?”

You couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation. Steve’s hands were like magic.

“You’re really tense in your shoulders.” He said as he continued giving you a massage.

“That’s what having three kids does to you.” You joked.

The relationship that you had with Steve was a good one. It all started when you met him for coffee that Monday four months ago. He had been sweet and humorous the entire time. Sparks flew and now you found yourself with him romantically.

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Unrequited Part 2 || Jughead Jones

Prompt requested to me from my very dear friend and one of the nicest people I’ve ever met: @shakesbaere (and the lovely @gottalovetheapocalypse :))

Link to Unrequited Part 1: https://mrs-jughead-jones.tumblr.com/post/157403054731/unrequited-jughead-jones

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!! That’s all I really have to say.

Gif by @stlinskim


“Hey. Jughead. Jughead!” a voice called, pulling the teenager out of his thoughts.

Jughead had been sitting at Pop’s now for hours. You had confessed your feelings for him three hours ago and he had rejected you despite liking you back.


Jughead looked up at the voice that was calling him. It was Pop who sighed at the pathetic teenager.

“Are you just gonna sit there and mope all day or are you gonna get that girl?” he asked.

Jughead sighed, sitting back in his chair.

“I can’t do anything else, Pop,” he said. “I already told her my true feelings.”

Jughead hated the way the lies tasted on his tongue. Pop snorted.

“We both know that’s not true,” he said, sitting down across from Jughead.

Jughead looked up at the man who sighed.

“Jughead, I’ve known you since you were a kid. I’ve seen the way you are around her. You love her.” the old man stated.

Jughead’s head jerked up at that, his eyes wide.

“No—I—I can’t—“ he began but stopped, knowing defending himself was a lost cause.

Jughead sighed.

“It’s complicated, Pop.” he said, sitting back.

Pop nodded.

“You’re worried the two of you are going to end up like your parents, aren’t you? That’s why you lied to her.” he stated, hesitant to bring the subject up.

Jughead flinched at the mention of his parents but nodded anyway.

Pop sighed again.

“Well, I can’t tell you that the two of you won’t end up like your parents. No one can predict the future,” he began. “But I can guarantee you that you’ll never have that happy ending if you ignore your feelings.”

Jughead shook his head.

“I-I can’t, Pop. I just broke her heart. How am I going to fix that?” he asked.

Pop got up from the booth.

“Do what you wished Archie would’ve done last summer,” he said, walking off. 

“Just talk to her.”

Jughead approached your house with shaky hands. What if you didn’t believe him? What if you didn’t even let him talk to you? Explain himself to you? What if you never wanted see him?

A door slamming made Jughead look up and he froze when he saw who it was walking towards him.

Veronica Lodge. A very angry Veronica Lodge. You must’ve called her after Jughead had rejected you, needing a shoulder to cry on. Jughead gulped as he knew what was coming.

“Jughead Jones the Third, you have some explaining to do.” she growled walking right up to him so there were mere inches between them.

Jughead gulped again.

“I need to talk to Y/N.” he said.

Veronica stepped back and crossed her arms.

“Oh, you’ve done more than enough talking this evening.” she said.

Jughead groaned.

“Look, I know I messed up, okay? This is all so new to me and complicated. I thought if I rejected her, I could spare her of a broken heart in the future. Instead, I broke her heart by lying to her. I just want to tell her I’m sorry, and that what I told her isn’t how I feel at all.” he said.

Veronica opened her mouth, ready to tell Jughead off again when the two of them heard the front door open again.

“Veronica,” you called, making the Lodge girl turn around. Even from a distance, Jughead could tell you had been crying. Your eyes and cheeks were red and your voice was raw.

“It’s okay. He can come in.” you said.

Veronica looked like she was about to protest but instead closed her mouth and nodded. Jughead began to walk past her until Veronica grabbed his arm, stopping his movement. She leaned in close to his ear.

“You hurt her again and you’re dead. Understand that?” she asked.

Jughead quickly nodded and Veronica let go of his arm, watching the black-haired boy like a hawk as he followed you into your house.

He closed the door behind him as he followed you into your living room, utter silence between the two of you. Eventually you sat on the couch and Jughead sat down next to you, awkward silence filling the small space between the two of you.

“I, um, came to apologize,” Jughead said softly and you turned to look at him. “At the diner… I lied. About how I really felt towards you.”

You scoffed.

“Why?” you asked. “Jughead, why would you lie about something like that?” you asked.

He sighed.

“Y/N, it’s just that… My parents…” he began, struggling for a way to explain. “They had such a good relationship in the beginning. Everything was happy, they were happy, even Jellybean and I were happy. And then just one day… no one was.”

He turned to you and realized your faces were millimeters apart.

“It ended in disaster, Y/N. You remember how I came to you crying about what happened,” he said. “I just thought if I could avoid love with everyone for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t be able to hurt them like my parents hurt each other. Instead, I broke your heart, you, the person I love the most in the world and the person most important to me by lying to you. I’m sorry.”

There. The truth was out. You were silent as you contemplated your next words. Jughead was about to get up and leave, thinking that he ruined everything all over again by telling you the truth when he felt you gently take his hand.

“We won’t be like them.” you said softly.

“How do you know?” Jughead asked.

You thought for a second.

“Because we witnessed what happened to them. We know the mistakes they made, the paths they took to get them where they are today. We’ll avoid those mistakes, and we’ll avoid those paths. We’ll take the other road. We’ll be okay.” you said.

Jughead thought about your words for a second before smiled softly, looking down as your intertwined fingers.

“Well…” he began. “Guess we’re really doing this, huh? After all this time?” he asked.

You smiled.

“Yeah. Guess we are.”


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Words are like toothpaste

Inspired by @lordzuuko’s wonderful Voltron Family AU. The kids are in middle school. The toothpaste thing is not my invention – I’ve seen it posted around a couple different places, and I just love the concept.


“What did you say?” Lance asked the boy sitting across the table from him, his shoulders tensing.

His group partner shrugged, gluing another piece onto the diorama they were making in class. “I mean, it’s like with my step-dad, right? It’s not like either of them is your real dad, so why do they get to tell you what to do?”

Lance jumped up from his seat, the legs of the chair screaming as they dragged along the tile floor of the classroom. Before he could do anything with his tightly-clenched fists, though, he felt a steady hand on his shoulder. “Just ignore him, Lance,” came Hunk’s calm voice. “He doesn’t know anything about our family.”

The younger boy didn’t move for a moment, his slender frame shaking with the need to do something. But then, just as quickly as it had come, his temper left him in a long, slow breath that had him sagging in his chair like a deflated hot-air balloon. Sparing a final glare at his partner, he put the whole conversation out of his mind and went back to his work. And that was the end of it…

… until the next time he and Daddy Keith got into an argument. It wasn’t even anything that important; it just sort of escalated from heated discussion to, “What would you know? You’re not even my real dad!” before he had a chance to filter the words through his brain first, and then everything just… sort of… stopped. The expression on Keith’s face was not unlike the expression of the fish Lance had caught the last time they went camping: wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and struggling for breath or words or anything, really. “I…” Lance started again once he found his voice, and the sound seemed to break Keith out of his stupor.

“Go to your room,” he said, and his voice was so, so quiet. “Do your homework, and don’t come out until we call you for dinner.”

“Please, Daddy Keith, I….” In that moment, Lance’s one wish was that he could have unseen the way Keith flinched at the familiar name.

“Lance. Go. To. Your. Room,” he said, his tone clipped and eyes closed to hold back the tide of his emotion. “Now.” Once the boy had gone, Keith allowed himself to lean against the wall and slide to the floor, the strength having left his legs. He was still sitting like that, knees drawn up to his chest, his face buried in his arms, when Pidge came back from her computer club some time later.

“Daddy Keith?” she asked, coming to a stop a short distance away in the hall. “Are… are you okay?”

He looked up with a start, hastily scrubbing at the moisture around his eyes. “Yeah, sweetie, yeah.” He paused to clear his throat. “Just… a little tired. It’s been a long day.” He stood and offered her an approximation of a smile. “Wanna help me get dinner going? Daddy Shiro has a long shift today, so I’m sure he’ll be happy to come home to find everything all ready to eat.”

Pidge wrinkled her nose slightly at the suggestion. “I’m no good at cooking, just ask my home ec. teacher. What about Hunk? Or Lance?”

“You and Hunk could both help, if you wanted. We could have some family time. Lance is on timeout in his room at least until Daddy Shiro gets home, though, so we’ll have to do without him.”

“Uh oh. What did that idiot to this time?”

Keith shook his head. “Pidge, honey, that’s not a good word to call other people, especially your own brother,” he chided gently. “And we don’t gossip in this house, do we?”

“No, we don’t. Sorry, Daddy Keith.”

He felt a genuine smile on his lips as he reached out to ruffle her hair. “I’ll let it go this time, but just try to keep it in mind for the future, okay, peanut?”

“I will.”

“That’s my girl. Now, how about a hug before we track down your brother?” If he held her a little tighter and a little longer than normal, she didn’t complain.

By the time Shiro got home, the table was set and the food was prepared, and Keith, Pidge, and Hunk were only wearing a few of the ingredients on their faces or clothes. “Thanks for making dinner, love,” he said, swiping a bit of sauce from Keith’s cheek with his thumb. “It smells delicious.” He looked around a bit. “But… where’s Lance?”

Sighing, Keith looked away down the hall. “In his room. If we’re ready to eat, please let him know he can come out for dinner.”

The meal was pleasant enough, though Lance and Keith were both uncharacteristically quiet. Hunk and Pidge left the two of them to their own devices and instead discussed their days with Shiro, who decided he would worry about the others later. When everyone was finished and the table was cleared, Lance stood quietly, running his hand nervously over the hair at the back of his head. “Well, I’ll just… uh… I’ll get going back… to my room, then.” Without waiting for anyone to reply, he scurried off and vanished behind his closed door again. Shiro followed him with his eyes and then turned a questioning gaze on Keith, who heaved an exasperated sigh.

“I can tell it’s been eating at you all evening,” he said, waving Shiro toward Lance’s room with a flick of his wrist. “Go on, go talk to him. I don’t particularly want to repeat what he said.”

Nodding, Shiro walked down the hall and knocked on Lance’s door. “Hey, buddy. Can I come in? I wanted to talk about whatever’s been bothering you and Daddy Keith tonight.” He waited a moment for a response, and then began slowly opening the door only to wind up with an armful of tearful brunet a moment later. “Hey now, easy. Deep breaths. Let’s go sit on your bed, can we? Let’s talk it out. It’ll be okay.”

Snuffling pitifully, Lance stepped out of the hug and hurled himself onto his bed. “No, it won’t. I ruined everything,” he wailed.

Shiro sat carefully on the edge of the mattress and ran his hand soothingly over Lance’s back. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m sure you didn’t ruin anything. Just tell me what happened.”

“I… I got in a-a fight with Daddy Keith,” he started, his words punctuated with occasional hiccups as he struggled to master his breathing again. “And I s-said something really… really mean, and now he’s never going to talk to me again, and it’s all my fault, and I don’t even know why I said it, I just…”

“Okay, okay,” Shiro cut in. “Slow down there, bud. What did you say?”

“I said… I said that he wasn’t my r-real… my real dad.” At Shiro’s sharp intake of breath, he buried his face in his blankets again. “I didn’t mean it,” he added quietly, though the down comforter muffled the words almost beyond recognition.

“I…” Shiro began, only to pause, searching for the right words. “I think I see now why you two were acting the way you were. I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back, buddy, okay? We’ll figure this out.” Shiro ducked out of Lance’s room and returned a moment later with an unopened tube of toothpaste and a heavy-duty paper plate. “Okay, sit up.” He handed both the toothpaste and the plate to Lance. “So, you’re feeling pretty upset right now, right?” Lance nodded. “Okay. I think what might help you feel better is to open that toothpaste and see just how fast you can squeeze it out onto that plate. Does that sound fun?” Lance nodded again, attempting a smile. “Okay, then. Let’s do it. All of the toothpaste onto that plate, just as fast as you can.”

Sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration, Lance began squeezing the toothpaste onto the plate. Then, at Shiro’s prompting, he applied more pressure to the tube to increase his speed. At one point, his grip slipped, and a glob of toothpaste striped the bridge of Shiro’s nose, causing them both to break into genuine laughter for the first time all evening. Once the job was finished, Shiro turned back to Lance. “All right. Are you feeling a bit better now?” When Lance nodded again, he continued, “Okay, good. So what we’re going to do now is to see how quickly you can get all this toothpaste back into the tube.”

Wide-eyed, Lance looked quickly between the uneven loops of spilled toothpaste on the plate and the crumpled, empty tube, his face falling. “But… but, Daddy Shiro, I don’t think I can….”

“No?” Shiro followed his gaze. “You know, you may be right.” With one finger, he swiped the toothpaste off his nose and added it to the plate. “You know, this toothpaste is a lot like your words. It may make you feel better in the short term to say a lot of things without thinking, but once those words are out….” He gestured to the plate. “You can’t take them back.” Next, he pointed at his nose, where a thin residue of toothpaste still remained. “Sometimes, you’ll even miss your intended target. And if you’ve ever bitten your cheek and forgotten about it until you started brushing your teeth, you know that sometimes words can find the little things that bother a person and really make them hurt. That’s what happened with Daddy Keith today.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The truth is, Lance, we know that we’re not your birth parents; there’s not a day that goes by that we don’t think about it, that we don’t worry about whether we’re doing the right thing, or if maybe you three would’ve been happier with some other family. But we do our best, and… and I think we do all right, most days. So, Daddy Keith has been biting his cheek, and today you just got some toothpaste in it. But I bet it would help him feel better if you apologized. Okay?”

Leaving the empty tube and the plate of toothpaste on Lance’s desk for the moment, the two of them exited the room and set out to find Keith. When they found him reclining on the couch with a book, Shiro gave Lance a gentle nudge forward and cleared his throat. “Lance has something he would like to say,” he said once Keith looked up. Keith’s only response was to arch an eyebrow and lay the open book across his lap. “Go on,” Shiro prompted quietly.

Trying to formulate the best apology, Lance shuffled slightly from foot to foot. “Um… Daddy Keith, I… I’m….” Any plans he had managed to form went out the window when he finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry I hit you in the face with a plate of toothpaste.”

“… What?” Keith glanced between Lance, who was growing increasingly flustered, and Shiro, who was failing at stifling his laughter, and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You didn’t hit me with toothpaste, Lance, you….”

“I know!” Lance interrupted, frustration evident in his own voice. “I know what I did, what I said, and… and, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, even when I said it. I just… I wasn’t thinking, and the words just came out. I almost got in a fight with someone at school the other day when he said that to me about you, so I don’t… I don’t know why I even… You both are our real dads, no matter what anyone says, and I just… I’m so, so sorry….”

There were no longer any dry eyes in the room as Keith jumped up from the couch, his book forgotten. He pulled Lance into a tight hug. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I forgive you. Everyone says something they don’t mean every once in a while. It’s what you do afterward that counts.” Standing up straight after releasing the embrace, he looked at Shiro, tilting his head to one side quizzically. “Do I want to know why there’s toothpaste in your hair?”

Seokjin Scenario: Undercover.

Request: A Modern Royal AU where Jin is a prince who’s secretly enrolled at your college. Y/n finds out about his secret by accident and is forced to be a slave/assistant just to make sure y/n doesn’t rat out on him. Y/n hates Jins cold personality but later finds out its just a front and he’s actually a warm person but you can’t fall in love with him. Jin tries to distance himself from you too due to his status but is drawn to your clumsiness and weird antics and falls in love with you as well. A fluffy cute ending would be nice but maybe a little drama concerning about the difference between y/n and Jins status would be nice. 

Genre: Fluff / Romance

-So, how did you do it? - you looked slyly to Seokjin’s way, the folders between your arms were starting to annoy you and you didn’t like being forced to follow someone around.

-Do what exactly? - he was checking something on his iPad, a boring long piece of absolutely nothing of your business but you could say curiosity was getting the best of you.

-Keep everybody fooled of course - you smirked and he stopped his walk, you were heading to one of the classes you shared, but you were around thirty minutes early so there was no rush. - I mean, how someone like you who clearly stands out managed to keep such a secret because it’s not everyday that you have a prince in flesh and bone going around the…-

You couldn’t finish because Seokjin put his hands over your lips and you lost your balance, tripping back with the surprise and dropping your books and his folders. He caught you before you fell and hushed you.

Seokjin was a lot of things, and beneath that first layer of confidence he sported everywhere, he was nervous, now you recognized the signs of it. He got a little pale each time you threatened to unveil his precious secret, so you did it often if only to put him on edge.

-Remember you shouldn’t be around saying that outloud Y/N-  Could princes whine? you felt like if given the chance, Seokjin would definitely do it. You laughed for the look he was giving you. -Please…- he looked down, and you wondered how someone with his title and power could be so suddenly unsure.

You wouldn’t have said something about him anyway because you admired his will to at least hold onto a little normalcy on his life, after sharing some time with him you understood why he wanted to live the normal university life like anybody else.

Thing was that he was above the average, that the “friends” that followed him around were his bodyguards, that even if he wanted to have a normal life there was so little he could do for it.

-Look if you keep surprising me this way I’ll start dropping everything and I’ll ruin all your paperwork, and if I have to go fetch them again for you or work twice I’ll get mad and you’ll get mad and we’ll all get mad over here little highness- you said with amusement, dropping down to pick the scattered things.

Seokjin did the same, without stopping for a second to think about his surely expensive pants with a smile he wasn’t able to conceal.

-Alright, as long as you don’t keep calling me that -

You giggled, and he did the same. It was moments like these when you forgot you would actually get in a big problem if you ever did something that could harm him, if you dared to say more than you were allowed to because you could forget about the abysm of difference that existed between you, almost.

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Scribble-Doodle: Wraiths

A parabatai/Malec/Clace story set after 220. Open-ended because I don’t know how the show plans to take on this particular issue, so…

The first time it happens, they’re walking home from the Hunter’s Moon, he and Magnus, hand in hand, just enjoying each other’s company. And that’s when…

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Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Final Part

Archived | Posted March 31, 2017

I can’t believe that this is the final part of this series. It’s been (exactly) one year of working this thing and I’ve loved every moment of it. Thank you so much to everyone who’ve enjoyed and supported this series! You’re all awesome ^^ I really hope you’ll like this final part and, for the forty-third and final time, enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: Your nightmare was gone. Finally.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10][Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26] [Part 27][Part 28] [Part 29] [Part 30] [Part 31] [Part 32] [Part 33] [Part 34] [Part 35] [Part 36] [Part 37] [Part 38] [Part 39] [Part 40] [Part 41] [Part 42] [Part 43]

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Dangerous Woman (Part 5) 🌙

A/N: Oh my god, this turned out longer than I expected it to. All I can say is good luck and have a new set of panties ready. Have fun, you smutty babies.

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, heavy sex, bondage, blindfolds, orgasm denial, degradation, anal sex, asshole Chanyeol, daddy kink

Requested: No

Summary: (Y/N) might be addicted to someone. And that someone isn’t Luhan.

Word Count: 8237

Soundtrack: Criminal // Britney Spears

Originally posted by scartic

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | PART 5

When I finally come to my senses and pry my welded eyelids open, the first thing my brain registers is the dull throbbing of my jaw, followed by the fact that my entire body has stiffened to the point of no return.

I’m lying on my side, my cheek pressed against a soft surface. Upon moving my arms, I realize that my hands are bounded behind my back tightly, the coarse material of rope digging into the tender skin of my wrists. The same goes for my legs, my sneaker-clad feet tied together and preventing me from squirming around too much.

That’s when the panic kicks in and I struggle to an upright position, bumping my head against the low ceiling. Now that I’m sitting up, I can see that I’m in a small car that seems to be racing a hundred miles per minute.

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Distractions pt. 12

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 || Pt. 8 || Pt.9 || Pt. 10 || Pt. 11 || Pt. 12 || Pt. 13

Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2567

A/N: not proofread or edited. Be ready for grammar/spelling errors. 

Originally posted by lonastic

Ever since you got home from Yoongi’s place, you spent the entire evening in bed cuddling with that travel pillow that he had gotten you years ago. You could have sworn that the scent of him on that pillow seemed even more prominent than before.

Everything felt perfect. Everything felt like pure bliss. You were happy. Yoongi was happy. Even thought you agreed to start over as friends, you relationship was mended again and you couldn’t be anymore happier than you were now and nothing could ruin that happiness.

Until your manager came busting though the dorm’s front door. 

All of 2S’ members gathered in the common area after hearing the loud slam. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy as all 5 members looked at Chang Mook. It was obvious that he was absolutely furious. 

Before anyone could ask why he was so angry, he reached for the television remote and turned on the TV. On the news all the girls read the headline:

[BREAKING NEWS] BTS Park Jimin and 2S Y/F/N Dating Scandal!!

In addition to the news reporter spewing many different speculations on the supposed relationship, photos of Jimin and you by the Han River were being displayed for all the world to see. 

All six pairs of eyes were glued on the screen as the images flashed by. Everyone was silent trying to make sense of the situation.

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