his hair was so darn fluff like he just got out of bed

Making out with… Taeyong

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Yay! Finally got this posted. Writing this made me really sad because I’ve realised how alone I am lol :-( I need friends too lol

Anyway, I hope you like it! Tell me what you think! Bisous, Flo xx

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh


  • This would be both of your favourite type of skinship
  • Since you didn’t really do any PDA, any kind of skinship, specifically making out, was saved for when you were in private 
  • Your “making out” position usually started with you two standing up
  • His arms would be wrapped tightly around your waist, so that your body was pressed to his
  • You’d allow yourself to melt into his touch, and would trace his jaw with your fingers and thread them through his hair
  • They aren’t necessarily planned but they’re not spontaneous either
  • But they would always always always start with a hug
  • Not a normal one though, 
  • Usually he’d hold you for a long time
  • But when he wanted a kiss, it wouldn’t last long and he’d resort to kissing your neck softly as a sign
  • A lot of giggling and teasing too
  • Eventually, he’d reach your lips and wouldn’t hesitate to smash them onto yours immediately 
  • His kisses would be open and wide 
  • Very slow as well
  • There’s no such thing as fast paced with Taeyong
  • He likes to make sure you understand how much he loves you and how lucky he is
  • And he also like the feeling of your tongues touching
  • Yes, I know that’s gross okay
  • But I really that the pair of you would actually really like it
  • Tbh it’s probably unlike him; since he’s so tidy and clean
  • And playing tonsils table tennis isn’t exactly clean or hygienic
  • Anyway
  • For sure, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself
  • He’s hands would start wandering
  • Rubbing gently your thighs or the small of your back
  • Sometimes he’d run his hands through your hair or rub your jaw gently in order to ease up and relax into the kiss
  • A lot of moans and groans would fall from his lips
  • Very low and deep moans and groans
  • I mean, no one wouldn’t be able to say what they’d be like really
  • Cos he’d just save them for you and your ears
  • He’d also whisper a lot
  • Complimenting you and telling you how much he adores you
  • “You’re so beautiful”
  • “Don’t stop”
  • “I can’t control myself”
  • Just imagine for a moment
  • Shut your eyes and just imagine Taeyong complimenting you
  • Like that in itself is a blessing from God
  • lol okay got a bit too hyped there sorry
  • It would be sensual and slow 
  • Something the younger members should never ever see just in case
  • Although it has happened that Ten walked in and you didn’t realise for about 5 minutes
  • And he just watched with his mouth wide open 
  • Because these make out sessions would last quite a long time
  • It can go up to like half an hour
  • You’d end up sitting on his lap, and he rested against the bed frame
  • 20% of the time this making out session would end with sex
  • But most of the time it wouldn’t
  • Taeyong wouldn’t make out with you because he wanted sex or was horny
  • He’d just like holding you and kissing you and just being with you
  • Totally harmless and not expecting sex at all
  • Anyway, if it didn’t end up with sex, it would last way longer like an hour extra
  • Neither of you would see where the time passed but tbh neither of you cared
  • I see Taeyong being the kind who’d want to kiss you and make out with you all the time when you’re in private
  • At first you were a little annoyed, since you didn’t want to always make out
  • But within a few sessions, you pretty much made it part of your daily life lol
  • Afterwards, he’ll look at you so fondly and just admire how gorgeous you looked or how lucky he was to have you
  • Although he’d do this anyway
  • It would just X10 stronger after making out
  • Whoever gets to kiss Taeyong and make out with him, is darn lucky
  • You better treat him right mate

Making out with… series

prompt: “hey, have you seen…? Oh” + “well, this is awkward” + “it’s not what it looks like” 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: fluff with v minor tony swearing

prompt list: click here

a/n: please send me hd horizontal bucky gifs bc im running out and im not gonna post new fics without cute gifs im petty like that

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Golden Mornings (Logicality)

Hiya, there is not enough Logicality in the world and I needed to fix that by at least a little bit, so here is a small bundle of pure Logicality fluff and cuteness for you to enjoy! I hope you enjoy it, if you did liking or reblogging would make my freaking day :D 

@use-it-ironically

@lekawaiimelon (I don’t know if you ship Logicality oops sorry)

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Morality was warm and peaceful.
His limbs were heavy with rest and his mind foggy with sleep. The blankets were tucked loosely around his body and the baggy shirt Morality wore to bed was comfortably soft against his skin. Soft, golden sunlight filtered into the room, lightening the darkness behind his eyelids. Patton wasn’t thinking about much right now, he was simply enjoying feeling so warm and comfortable and safe. He basked in the glow of waking up after a good night’s sleep. Slowly he became more aware, the idea of morning floating to his awareness, and Morality automatically began the lazy process of properly waking up.


First he scrunched his eyes shut tighter, sighing contentedly then opening his mouth in a small yawn. Next he shifted around slightly, stretching his muscles and relaxing again. Patton then realised he could feel a heavy warmth from right beside him. He could feel an arm flung comfortably around his waist, felt pyjama clad legs intertwined with his. A slow smile broke out into his face and he opened his eyes, blinking blearily and reaching blindly for his glasses.


When Morality eventually found them and clumsily slid them into his face, movements still slow and heavy with tendrils of sleep, he blinked a few times and focused his attention on Logan.

The gentle beams of golden sunlight that cast the room into a soft glow illuminated his boyfriend’s face like a halo. Logic’s glasses were already on, and he was propping himself up on one elbow, the other arm still wrapped around Morality’s waist. It was a warm, familiar, comforting weight. Logan’s expression, however, was what caught Morality’s attention and made his heart bloom with a sudden rush of love, a wave so strong it made his head spin and his happy smile grow.


There were only a few words that could be used to describe Logic’s expression as he gazed down at Morality. The look was fond, tender, full of adoration and love. Logan’s warm brown eyes were soft, and he smiled when he saw Patton’s eyes flicker open. It was a small smile, but the boundless peaceful happiness it held was stunning. Logic’s expression was open and vulnerable, love gently carved into each and every feature, allowing Morality’s heart to flutter because that look was for him. He was the one Logan loved, he was the one these soft, loving looks were reserved for, he was the only one who got to experience them.


“Gosh, I love you so much.” Morality breathed, raising his arms out of the cocoon of blankets that encased he and Logic and wrapping them gently around Logan’s neck. He used that as leverage to stretch up and place a gentle, lingering kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

“I love you too.” Logan whispered quietly, and darn, Morality’s cheeks were going to hurt from smiling soon. Logic had recently become much more comfortable with saying I love you and showing any type of affection. Morality was both proud and happy with that change.


Then Logan was leaning down and gently pressing their lips together again, and Patton sighed happily because this felt perfect. Their lips moved softly, gently against each other again and again, their kisses slow and sweet and unhurried. It felt like they had all the time in the world, that this golden morning was infinite. At one point Logic had lowered himself down onto the bed again, so now they were cuddling even more. Patton’s arms were still wrapped around Logan’s neck, fingers idly playing with Logic’s soft hair. Logic had one hand pressed gently against the back of Morality’s head as they gently fitted their mouths together, the other hand absently rubbing circles on Morality’s hip, where the baggy shirt was riding up slightly.


To Patton, it seemed like this morning couldn’t get any more perfect. He was warm and comfortable and peaceful; the blanket was still wrapped around he and Logan’s tangled legs, their arms wrapped around each other, their chests pressed close. The sunlight was a warm golden glow that made everything picturesque, and Logic was kissing him so, so gently, like he was afraid Morality would disappear. Like Morality was the best thing to ever happen to him, and Logan didn’t want to ever let him to.


That made Patton’s stomach fill with delighted butterflies, made his heart full with love and adoration for his boyfriend, made his spirits soar. This was the perfect way to start the day. He was so happy already, he just wanted to lay in this bed with Logic and stay like that forever.


Eventually, though, they split apart and simply enjoyed the other’s embrace. Logic now had his head buried in Morality’s shoulder, breath sending steady, warm puffs of air onto Patton’s neck. Patton had the side of his head resting atop Logan’s head, his eyes closed in bliss. Soon, there was a quiet mumble from Logic.

“Good morning.” He smiled against Patton’s shoulder. Morality laughed and somehow inched closer to his boyfriend, tightening the hug.

“Good morning indeed.”

ain’t no sunshine

for @timepetalsprompts ‘bed sharing’ trope. originally had a cracky interlude with donna, but sort of got too long (it still exists somewhere, though). fluff. and a little bit of crack and angst. ten x rose reunion fic.

AO3

He came around slowly; blinked a couple of times and attempted to focus on the mild haze of peachy and yellowish pinks in front of him. His head throbbed dully and persistently, inducing the vague feeling of nausea, which ricocheted upwards to his dizzy head. Feeling inexplicably warm and fuzzy, he let his eyes fall closed. When he opened his mouth, what escaped was a somewhat throaty sigh.

Instantaneously, a voice came drifting.

“Doctor?”

(Oh, what a nice voice. What a nice voice.)

“Donna, d’you know.” He slurred, tongue stiff and clammy in his mouth, “You sound JUS’ like Rose.”

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Shawn Mendes as a Boyfriend

authors note: i saw this type of things on someone else’s blog and it really amazes me to see everyone’s own image they have of shawn. i was reading some of these types of things/preferences and tbh most of the ones i read i PERSONALLY don’t think shawn would do/say. that being said, here is my own personal opinion of what i think shawn would be like as boyfriend because why not post it if everyone else is posting their opinion?

-Okay, let’s start by saying that I’m going to make this post as honest and as raw as possible. So, I think Shawn would 100% be the type of guy to play with your hair, your fingers, or just randomly poke you in public to either be cute, or maybe if he was nervous. If you watch Shawn in interviews, he plays with the hem of his shirt often, or with the cord on the microphone.
I think especially if he was nervous about something, and you two were together, he would tug at your fingers, pull your shirt down to kiss your collarbones, cute things like that etc.

-From every lyric that’s in his songs, Shawn seems incredibly passionate and almost dramatic. I feel like any argument you had with him, would involve him trying his hardest not to yell at you because he knows how much you hate it, even when he’s super angry. Shawn is sensitive, and he’s definitely the type to cry like at anything. I feel like though, he would cry more at emotional pain rather than physical pain. He seems tough enough to be able to handle a punch to the face or something BUT not so tough enough to see you crying/hurting. He would be the type of boyfriend to cry with you, whenever you were having a bad day.

-Speaking of bad days, whenever you were having one, it seems like Shawn would be trying his very hardest to make sure you started feeling better asap. He would constantly be telling you how much he loved you and how he was always going to be there. He would even go out to the store and buy you flowers for no reason, or he would literally just ask you what you wanted and he would do absolutely whatever you said.

-Now, something else I notice about Shawn is he’s very like, nit picky if that makes sense. He thinks about EVERYTHING all the time. Which means, I think there would be times where Shawn would get insecure easily about himself in a relationship. He seems like the type to worship whoever he’s dating, meaning he would treat you like a queen and whenever he accidentally did something small that irritated you or something, he would freak. He would say sorry multiple times and do crazy things to try and make up for it. This is where he would write songs such as Don’t Be A Fool, or Honest. He very easily feels like he’s not good enough for someone which breaks my damn heart.

-RESPECT. Shawn would show you tons of respect at all times. If one day he was like hey y/n let’s bang im kinda horny but you were like actually i don’t wanna today, he would in no way ever try to force you to do things with him, and he would never make you feel bad for not wanting to do anything. I think this is something we all know about Shawn though so..

-Shawn can be a freakin weirdo sometimes and so I think if you were dating him for long enough, he would always be himself around you and I think he would wanna make sure that you felt comfortable enough to be yourself too. That would involve tons of loud obnoxious singing in the shower or car, him making weird ugly faces at you whenever you said no Shawn I can’t cuddle rn I gotta do my hw gosh darn in just imagine him looking at you with big puppy eyes while you try to do your work but he gets all sad when you tell him you can’t cuddle and he keeps kissing your neck and pulling on your arms to try and get you to come to bed and eventually you just give in

-Speaking of puppy eyes, Shawn is literally such a puppy. I think Shawn’s had plenty of relationship experiences and I’m not saying he doesn’t know what he’s doing BUT I also feel like there would be times where he was so infatuated with you during a date night when you got all dressed up and he would just stare at you and follow you around like a puppy who lost its toy.

-This post is already longer than I wanted it to be so I’ll wrap it up by saying that Shawn would be a good boyfriend which Im pretty sure we all already know. Shawn Mendes is everyone’s dream guy end of story.

mattie-ella  asked:

I was wondering if you could right some hiccstrid fluff if you are taking requests. I could really use some fluff and I love love love your writing!!!

Thank you! Here’s some fluff! :D RTTE Season 5, in “Dawn of Destruction” right before Hiccup and Astrid spar. ;)

Pillow Fight

“It’s a mess.”

Astrid stared at him, noticing how he was giving her hut a good look over. Sure, it wasn’t the… most orderly, but it wasn’t “horrible” either…

“Come on, there’s just a…” She walked to her loft steps, kicking aside stray weapons and crates of what-not clutter, “…few things… here and there.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes and set his hands on his hips, bemused. “Uh huh, says the girl as she shoves her way through the sea of trash in order to find her bed.

“My bed, mister snarky, is right over there.” Astrid waved her hand indignantly towards the said piece of furniture against the corner, piled high with miscellaneous items and rumpled bedding.

Hiccup scratched his neck, clearly unconvinced.

“Have you ever made your bed before? Have you ever seen another bed before? Because… ah,  that’s not exactly what they look like.”

Astrid huffed, nearly tripping over a giant broken mace lying in her path. With small curses under her breath she glared up at the chuckling Hiccup, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Make the bed then, buddy, and show me how it’s done if you’re so smart.” She shot back playfully. She gestured generously towards the bed with grand flare.

HIccup paused, then grinned as he jumped across the room to the bed, trying to avoid any potentially dangers accidents. Having a hut cluttered with weapons… not exactly the best of garbage.

As it was, his darned prosthetic caught on a bow and he would’ve fallen flat on his face had he not been so close to the bed. He caught himself against it, turning to give a pointed glare at the giggling Astrid.

“What, you want to me to kill myself or something on this..?” Hiccup shook his prosthetic, kicking the bow away. “You little mink.”

“What the heck does that even mean?” Astrid choked, fist covering her mouth as she tried to hide a smile.

Hiccup just glared, yet his lips twitched with a grin. “Watch and learn, m’lady.”

With that he promptly shoved all the beds contents onto the floor, leaving the wood bare. He then diligently picked up the soft wool blanket used to spread over the bed, tucking it under the pins beneath it. “See? Flat, and neat.” He spread his hand over it lovingly, the other waving with elegant air towards his fine achievement. 

“Beautiful. A work of art, really.” Astrid snorted, arms crossed as she watched him continue with a grin.

“Then, you gently spread the blanket- like this.” He bent to retrieve said item, shaking it out before billowing it over the bed, letting it fall slowly to rest upon it. “Gorgeous.”

Astrid laughed and shook her head.

“And- last but not least, the pillow…” He bent down to retrieve it, giving it a few punches to refluff it. “Holy- Astrid this thing is as hard as a rock.”

“I like it that way.” Astrid replied. “Got that pillow specifically for that reason. Helps me from feeling the axe… or knives, whichever I decide to use. Maybe both.”

Hiccup looked up in slight horror. “Er… sure you don’t want to sleep on a rock instead?”

Astrid snorted and shook her head in laughter, amused by his protests. “Oh please- I know my way around-”

Smack!

Astrid yelped in surprise as the pillow made quick contact with her face, sending her spinning. She looked up at Hiccup’s laughing eyes in shock, utterly surprised he’d dared such a bold action.

“You… little…” She slowly bent down to pick the pillow up again, tossing it deftly in her hand. “You have no idea what you just did.”

Hiccup paled, eyes widening as he scrabbled away from the bed, “Thor! Astrid I didn’t mean it, honest!” He laughed, dodging her attempts.

She screamed in fury as she ran and picked up the pillow, tossing it again at the retreating boy. It slammed into his shoulder with a jolt, knocking him off balance to clatter into a chair.

“Haha!” She fist pumped the air victoriously.

“Not over yet-” Hiccup called back, shooting the pillow at her stomach.

She let out a very undignified oof! at the hit, but didn’t hesitate to retrieve it and toss it back, hitting her boyfriend smack in the leg. He yelped as he tumbled to the ground, sprawling flat out on his stomach.

Astrid laughed and rushed forward to help him stand, taking this as her win. Hiccup crawled to his feet with a sniff, nose in the air as he dusted himself off.

“I win.” She grinned, eyes flashing.

He snorted, then pointed towards the bed, “Not until you prove you can top that, missie.”

She laughed and grabbed his hand, shoving the pillow against his chest. “I think I need to return the favor- how about I come over and make you supper, hm?” She wiggled her eyebrows, knowing that the mere thought horrified him.

“You are a cruel woman.” Hiccup chuckled, lifting a hand to push the pillow down out of his face. “And no thanks, I’d prefer to live another day, thank you very much.”

“How about some combat lessons?”

Hiccup quirked his head, “…Or how about a spar?”

Her eyebrows raised high at such a dare, he must be feeling good today to have started both a pillow war, and challenged her to a duel. “You’re on. Sword against axe, should make a good fight, aye?” She revived a Scottish brogue.

Hiccup cleared his throat, doing the same, “Dear lassie, to the ring!” He saluted smartly, collapsing into hopeless giggles as he accidentally clipped her hair. “Ah- sorry, you alright?” He asked, smoothing back her hair, both smiling brightly. 

She smiled up at him, pecking a kiss on his lips. “Peachy.” She pulled away, tossing the pillow on the bed as she made her way to the door, where she deftly tossed her axe in the air and caught it once more. “To the ring?”

“To the ring, m’lady!”

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader: Sulking Part 2

Originally posted by lucifer-ellis

Imagine: Lucifer in a bad mood because Maze set you up on a date.

PART 1 | PART 2

You woke up to the smell of food, which was both equally alluring to your empty stomach but also seemed too much of a hassle to the pounding headache going on in your head.

Reflexively, you peeked open your eyes but instantly regretted it as the sunlight clouded your senses and urged you awake. You stretched in the sheets tangled around your body and let out a tired groan before turning on your side to try to go back to sleep. 

You clutched your pillow close, oddly comforted by its familiar scent. It was a mixture of freshly washed linen and… men’s cologne?

Lucifer’s cologne.

You snapped your eyes open with a start.

You were in Lucifer’s bed.

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Void - part 5

Series summary: Reader has lost her memory and Sam and Dean try to find a way to get her life back.

Summary, part 5: Cas drops by to help.

Characters/pairing: Reader x Dean, Sam, Crowley, Cas

Word count: ~2270

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of pain, fluff, Dean being adorable

Author’s note: We’re at the halfway point already! Darn!

For catching up: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

It’s here! A few hours later than I planned/promised, but I got caught up writing, so sorry (not sorry). I hope y’all like it!



Tags at the end - as always, if you want on the list, let me know!



You slept late, woke up feeling rested and very reluctant to leave the bed. Stalling, you reached for one of the books on the nightstand. Your bookmark was near the middle, so you opened it there and read a few lines. To your surprise you remembered the plot right away. Huh. How can I remember a plot to a book I’ve been reading three weeks ago but not the important things like family or friends? This dulled your mood considerably, working as a cruel reminder that things weren’t normal for you. Sighing, you put the book back, got up and headed to the shower.

You dressed comfortably in a light sweater and well-worn jeans, twisted your damp hair into a loose braid and wandered to the hallway. You had only a vague memory from last night about how to get to the library or the kitchen, so you ended up taking a wrong turn and getting lost. When you stood there in the corridor, trying to figure out your next move, you heard a distant bang. The sound repeated a few times and finally you decided to swallow your pride and seek the source of the noise. It was probably either Sam or Dean anyway - they would surely mock your sense of direction, but help nevertheless. You followed the rhythmic sounds and knocked on the door where they seemed to come from. No one answered, but the bangs continued, so you braved the door open and stepped in.

You stopped on your tracks to admire the sight in front of you. Dean was standing in a booth, stance wide, arms straight in front of him and firing his gun repeatedly to a target across the room. The cotton of his shirt was stretched across his shoulders, revealing a toned back. Now there’s a sight for sore eyes. You relished the brief moment when he’d held you yesterday. I wonder what it would take to get a redo of that. That’s when you caught yourself. Oh for chrissake Y/N/N, stop drooling! You scolded your thoughts for a few more moments, never removing your eyes from Dean.

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Behind The Scenes 3 (13/???)

Author’s note: One of these days I should really finish the Seoul scene and found out how many parts there are to this series… But if any if you were curious, this is basically the halfway point I think. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Fluff? and then I’m just gonna saltbae a bit of drama into it cuz why not?!? (Jungkook) 

[Notice that I don’t have to put “fake fluff”! I might have written the darn series, but I still cant believe what happened in 12.5]

City: Fukuoka (Last day)

Word count: 3192

Summary: Jungkook and Y/n go through with Jungkook’s plan and do a V-app Q&A to try and clear the air over Y/n’s public breakdown.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


JUNGKOOK POV

His phone rang, waking him from his sleep.

“What?” He answered a groggy voice.

“Dude open the door. I’ve been knocking for forever!” V complained.

“Fine! Wait!” Jungkook grumbled as he hung up.

His girlfriend’s eyes were still closed but she asked. “Jungkook who was that?”

“It’s nothing y/n, go back to sleep okay?”

He waited until he was sure she was asleep again to get out of bed. Then he went over to the bathroom to wash up, finally opening the door for V afterwards.

“I called you like ten minutes ago, what took so long?”

“Calm down, don’t be such a whiny bitch. It was only like five minutes. I need to brush my teeth and take a piss.”

“Dude it’s almost noon, why are you barely waking up?”

“Y/n and I stayed up watching a movie.”

V stopped in his tracks. “Speaking of y/n, where is she?”

“Sleeping. I can go wake her up if you need to talk to her.”

“No, I just need to talk to you.”

“What about this time?”

V went over and took a seat at the small table. “y/n.”

Jungkook took the seat across him.

“I meant to tell you this sooner, but I couldn’t find the right time.”

“Ok, so tell me.”’

V cleared his throat. “I’ve noticed that you and y/n don’t seem to bother each other anymore.”

“Well, yeah ever since we made a truce, we’ve been okay I guess.”

“…You don’t like her, do you?”

Jungkook jumped out of his skin a bit. He and Y/n had agreed to not tell anyone about being an actual couple. They were both scared of what Rap monster would do to them, considering them being a fake couple was a punishment. “She’s- she’s, like, alright I guess. Wh-why do you ask?”

“Last night you guys looked way too into it backstage. Even Jimin and I felt it was more than just pretending.”

“It’s all part of the act stupid Nam-bitch has us doing. Fucking Aiko was around and she was eyeing us the whole time! We were making out so bad cuz she kept staring!”

“Jungkook, Yoongi and Aiko left like two seconds after you and y/n started playing tonsil hockey. But after they left you two kept up with the “act”. “

“Well our eyes were closed, we couldn’t fucking see when they left! We were just playing it safe.”

“it seemed like a lot more than that. Which is why I’m asking if you like her or not?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Well do you?”

“She’s not that bad, but what does that have to do with me liking her?”

“Do you like her as more than a friend?!? That’s what I’m asking!”

“Why does it fucking matter?!?”

V pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated that Jungkook was avoiding his question. “I’m just gonna get to the point… Y/n is your punishment-“

“No fucking duh!”

“Shut up for a second!” He brought his tone back a bit for what he was about to say next. “She is your punishment since the beginning! It’s been Namjoon’s plan this whole time. This whole making you guys fake date is to get you to fall for y/n-“

“Why?!?”

“He wasn’t you to fall for her and when you do, that’s when he’s going to kill her! He wants to hurt you again the way he did with Yoona!”

“That fucking bastard!” he almost shouted.

“Look, if there is something going on between you guys that’s fine with me. I won’t say shit to Namjoon. Just keep that shit on the down low so he doesn’t find out.”

“That fucking bastard ass piece of shit motherfucker!” Jungkook muttered to himself.

“I’m only telling you this cuz I was scared you were actually getting feelings for her. I don’t want to see you hurt the way you did with Yoona… Plus, I think y/n is pretty cool and I don’t wanna see anything worse happen to her.”

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BACK TO Y/N

You had just finished your hair and makeup and Jungkook was searching for the onesies he bought a few days ago.

“I found them!” He came up to you and handed you the Pikachu onesie. “Here, you wear this one, you look cuter in yellow.”

“Ha! Thanks.” You smiled.

“So I posted an announcement about the v app, hopefully we get a bunch of people watching. You remember what you have to say, right?”

“Yup, but if I start messing up, you better save me.”

“Yeah, don’t worry I got you.”

You both put the onesies over the clothes that you slept in.

“Y/n?” Jungkook called out softly.

“Yeah?”

“Can I start calling you jagiya, but like for real?” He asked shyly.

“Yeah, of course you can.”

“Ok” He smiled, but his shyness returned. “… Jagi… Can I have a kiss?”

You moved up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Now, I thought you said you wanted to make things real. You don’t ask for permission when we pretend, so why are you asking now?”

“I just… don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that.”

A chuckle escaped you. “Jungkook, this whole thing was forced since the beginning and after months of forced pretending, I’m comfortable with you now. The things we do in public won’t make me feel weird when we do them in private.”

“I was just making sure…”

“Just kiss me.”

He leaned down and gave you a short, but deep kiss. “Ok, let’s get this video started.”

With his phone already set up in the kitchen area, you both sat at the breakfast bar and got started.

“Hi Army!” Jungkook began.  

“Hi everybody!” you smiled.

Jungkook continued with what you both practiced. “How are you guys? As I promised, y/n and I have made time to talk to you all and just clear the air. The reason we are doing it in this way is cuz we want you all to hear us straight from us… Despite the rumors that have been going around the past two days, y/n and I aren’t breaking up and what happened had nothing at all to do with cheating or abuse or anything like that.”

He took a look at the screen that was exploding with comments. “So, what happened then?” he read out loud. “Y/n, do you wanna say what happened?”

“Yeah… So, um, the reason that I acted the way I did was because I have been under tons of stress. This is my first time working on a tour schedule. I’m not used to all the traveling and the little bits of sleep. *Sigh* It didn’t make me feel any better that when I would go online I would always see mean stuff about me and it all got to the point where I have been receiving threats-“ your voice cracked and you stopped talking. Obviously, you didn’t mean fan threats, but really it was Rap monster’s threats that popped into your head. They were always in the back of your mind.

Jungkook put one arm around you and with his free hand, he gave yours a reassuring squeeze.

You used your anxiety to help sell your act, maybe then Rap monster wouldn’t follow through with his threats. “So when we were out and about here in Fukuoka, I felt really stressed and paranoid. I just couldn’t hold anything anymore and I- I snapped in the worst way possible.”. The guilt of causing such a scene was still eating away at you and you were scared that even this video wasn’t going to make anything better. You looked up at Jungkook, “I still so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to take it out on you Kookie. I didn’t mean to make things worse.”

He pulled you into a hug. “No baby, no need to apologize. It’s not your fault, I told you that.” He cooed. He turned to the camera. “I was stressed that day too. That isn’t an excuse for not noticing that y/n wasn’t feeling well that day. I also could have handled the whole situation much better instead of getting after her the way I did. We were both really stressed and we let out the worst sides of ourselves. That was our mistake.”

Once again a wave of comments attacked the screen. “Are you guys better now?” Jungkook read. “Yes! We are much better now.”

“We came back and took a nap and we were way better. A big reason why we acted the way we did was from our lack of sleep I think.”

The next question was ‘Why do you rub her in our faces?’.” Jungkook was a bit taken aback by it. The question was a bit ironic considering that was almost the real point of posting so often. “Hm, I don’t mean for it to come off like that. The way I’ve always seen it was that I am sharing her with you all.” Still holding on to your hand he continued with, “I love you all and you all have supported me and been with me through so much. I am just sharing this new stage of life with you and y/n is a huge part of it. The whole time I hid her from you all, I felt like I was lying to everyone. It was stressful on both of us to keep it a secret, but now it feels like a weight has been lifted… I’m sorry if it feels like all I do is talk about y/n or show her off…it’s just… y/n makes me happy and I like to share my moments of happiness with you all.”

The question itself was rather unexpected and his response surprised you. It wasn’t a type of question either of you prepared for. You began to think that you made a good choice in giving him a chance. As a way to reward him for being quick on his feet and also as a thank you, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, making him break into a smile.

At the show of affection, the screen lit up with comments and questions. This time, Jungkook asked you to choose a question.

“What do you guys love about each other?” you read out loud. You looked over at Jungkook as he had the biggest smile on his face. You softly repeated the question to yourself as you thought of an answer.

“Well what do you love about me y/n? Go on, gush away!” he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, but quickly smiled. “Hm, he’s a huge dork! He’s so awkward all the time! I love it! You all should have seen him earlier. We’ve been dating almost two years and he still asks me for a kiss, he’s so shy!”

“Ya! I was trying to be cute!”

“Sure~ whatever you say!” you said sarcastically. “What else do I love? … He’s a very goofy person, but he also very nice and considerate. He’s someone with a good heart. I admire how hard working he is also. After all the things he has to do, I don’t get where he finds the energy to still be the type of person he is. Overall I think he’s incredible.” You look at look at him again and found him with the biggest smile on his face. “Oh! I forgot to mention how adorable his smile is! Oohh and this little scar on his cheek is so cute too.” You said poking his cheek to point out his old scar. Then you pulled down his hood and brushed his hair out of his face. “And his eyebrows, I love them. I’m sure we can all agree he has great eyebrows.”

“Are you done yet?” He giggled.

“Well I also love your arms and your hands and your collarbones and the little mole you have on your neck! Ok, now I’m done!”

“Now my turn!”

“No! You heard Army, they are tired of me. Let’s move onto something else.”

“But, but, but I need to tell them how much I love you because you’re so caring and patient and you cook better than Jin and that I find you so beautiful and perfect!”’

“No!”

“Fine! I’ll just go ahead and read the last question then.” He leaned forward to read the small screen. “Wow, you guys comment fast, but one question caught my eye. It was “Would you regret everything you posted with y/n if you guys broke up?”. He looked over to you as he thought the question over in his head, then he looked back at the camera. “Um, I don’t really know. It would depend on a lot of things. Maybe if it was a mutual break, then I wouldn’t have any regrets. It would be because those moments together would be genuine to the both of us. We could both look back and agree that we were fun and happy… If it wasn’t mutual and depending on the reason for the break up, then maybe I would regret it. I would know that one of wasn’t happy and that would hurt.”

-

During the concert backstage, Aiko wasn’t as nosy as she was the night before nor was she staring at you as often. From the few words exchanged between the two of you, she mostly commented on the v app video, saying that it was very cute.

Like with Meihui and all the other girls you came in contact with, you held yourself back from revealing Aiko’s fate to her. Tomorrow you all would be in Manila and you knew it was going to be her end and it really hurt you. Sure, you were jealous of Aiko, but you didn’t hate her. She didn’t deserve what was going to happen to her.

-

Back at the hotel, you couldn’t help but feel down over the fact that soon Aiko’s life was going to come to an end. The next city was Manila and you knew that once the drugs were off her, she wouldn’t be f any use to Rap monster anymore.

You were already laying down in bed when your distraction finally came out of the bathroom. He pulled a shirt on to cover his bruise abdomen as he walked to his side of the bed. You turned on your side and watched him pull back his sheet. “You know we don’t have do that anymore. There isn’t really a point to separate ourselves anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

With a small smile, he pulled back your sheet and crawled his way next to you. You went close to him and rested your head on his arm. It felt weird being close to him in this way. It didn’t feel wrong, but it didn’t exactly feel right. “If I’m gonna get over Yoongi, I should focus on Jungkook.” You reminded yourself. You looked up at Jungkook, an awkward smile still on his face. “Jungkook, do you think the video worked?”

“Uh, I think so. Namjoon saw it and said we did a “decent job”. I saw some new articles about us and it all seemed good. The fans were even nicer to me today compared to yesterday! So that’s a huge relief, maybe this will all be forgotten soon. ”

The air you kept in your lungs was now free to escape and you let yourself breathe again. It felt like a relief that the whole ordeal was done with.

“Jagiya?” he called out softly.

“Hm?”

His eyes seemed to sparkle over the fact the you answered to jagiya. “… Um I just wanted to ask… Did you really mean what you said about in the video, the things you liked about me?” redness filled his cheeks as he waited for your answer.

“Well I didn’t say I liked those things.”

Instantly his nervous smile disappeared.

“I said I loved all those things!” you said quickly, not wanting to break his spirit. “You’re really cute when you’re being goofy. I think that’s what I love the most.” Although you used the word love, you didn’t exactly mean it.

His beaming smile was back again. “Then I’ll really try to be that way more often.” He said as he placed a kiss in your forehead.

You had to admit, things did feel sudden with him. His concerns over your feelings were on point. It was one thing when you are both pretending, but this was something else entirely. It took you by surprise how awkward and mushy of a person he really was and how deep his feelings for you must be for him to be this way. A big part of you liked it though, you didn’t think he had this side to him. “Yoongi doesn’t love you.” you thought to yourself. “Don’t think about him, focus on Jungkook.” You felt bad for not liking Jungkook as he did you, but you hoped that you would soon feel the same way for him.

You looked up at Jungkook again and caught him staring at your lips, still hesitant to make a move. In that moment, you decided to indulge on whatever Jungkook had to offer and you were the one that went in for the kiss first.

His lips spread into a smile, but that didn’t keep him from kissing back. Like the other make out sessions, this one was fast and almost desperate. It took a while but eventually you got him to slow down the way you preferred.

For a while everything was great, he was propped over you, one hand under your chin, the other on your hip. You had your arms around him, keeping him on top of you. You didn’t mind when he took things further, moving his lips down your neck. You were almost in bliss when he found that good spot on your neck. You gripped into his back and let out a small moan.

Slowly, he began to move his hand over your body, but then his hand went up your shirt. When his skin touched yours, it sent a chill throughout your body, but not a good one. On impulse, you pushed him off you and shouted “No!”. Suddenly, the feeling of Hiro’s hands could be felt all over. In a split second, you felt vulnerable, dirty, and terrified. Tears fell from your eyes and flashes of Hiro’s sick attempts on you came back.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? What did I do?” Jungkook asked frantically.

All you could so was sob. You pulled the covers over your head and tried to hide yourself.

“Did I touch a bruise?!? Did I hurt you?!? Y/n I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” He inched closer, but you grabbed a pillow and put in between you.

You continued to cry into the blanket, ignoring Jungkook’s pleas to tell him what he did wrong.

Eventually you calmed down, but stayed quiet for a long time. Jungkook never left the room. He stayed sitting at the edge of the bed to keep an eye on you.

“… Sorry…” you mumbled.

“Why are you sorry? You don’t have to be sorry. What happened?”

“It’s just- I- It’s cuz of Hiro.” You whispered.

“Oh…”

“You had touched me in a way he did and-and I got scared and everything came back” your voice broke.

His face fell and he stood up from the bed. “I’m sorry… I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

“No. I feel scared. I don’t want to be alone.”


So I really wanted to say thanks to all of you guys. Lately it has been really hard for me to keep writing things because of many personal things that have happened in the last few months. There have been many times where I wanted to quit this series, but every time I got a reaction out of you guys it kept me motivated. Seriously, whenever I get an anon, when I see the notes, when I read your guys’ comments, I get motivated to write more. I know I’ve lost alot of you guys along the way, but for those of you who have stuck around, and for the new people that have caught up, thank you for reading my series. I will keep working hard on it and do my best to make it as perfect as possible!

Burnt Cake and Ice Cream

((This story is dedicated to @axis-intercept, who made me a gorgeous picture of Firebug as a part of an art swap! I hope that it’s alright, and worth the wait. ^-^))

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Beep, beep, beep, beep.

“Liebling, bitte, turn zhe alarm off.”
“Nw. Yww dw wt.”
“Ach, Gott verdammt.”

  The mornings were always the same here, but that was a good thing. After so many years of death and destruction, some normalcy was needed.


  Rolling over, the ex-Medic grunted as he got up, discarding the fluffy white sheets for the cold embrace of the apartment. It was summer, apparently, which was the reason why they didn’t have heating blasting at all points. However, when they woke up, it was always freezing. He would much rather stay in the bed, cuddled up next to his lover, but unfortunately the alarm clock was ruining any chances of falling asleep again, so he had to get ready for the day ahead.


  Padding across the room, he clicked the button on top of the clock. Having it by the bed was a recipe for disaster; during the first week of living here they’d made the mistake of putting it on the bedside table, and had suffered the consequences of over-using the snooze button. His first day to work had been embarrassing, as he’d been an hour late. Thankfully his boss had a good sense of humour.


  Glancing back at the pile of blankets, a soft chuckle escaped him.
“Pyro, time to vake up.”
“I dwn’t wnnna.” His voice was muffled by the thick duvet he’d buried himself under, but thanks to years of working with the man, the Medic knew that he was refusing to leave his nest. It wasn’t like he had work- he was a ‘stay-at-home wife’, or at least the male equivalent of- but the German knew that if he let him, the firebug would sleep until past midday.


  Creeping over to the bed, the start of a grin on his face, he gripped the edge of the blankets and pulled, revealing the hibernating Irish man. He shrieked when he was suddenly enveloped in the chilly air, curling up to try and preserve as much body heat as possible.
“That’s unfair!”
“It’s unfair zhat I have to vork, liebe. Come on, get up.”


  After a lot of protesting, the Medic had managed to coax the Pyro out of the bedroom towards the kitchen with the promise of pancakes. The sweet smell of the sugary treats had filled the flat, and added a cosy feel to the place; it was more of a home now, with the warm, fuzzy feeling in the mix.


  The next part of their routine involved them parting, which they hated with a passion: the Pyro gently smoothed down the Doctor’s tie, he responded by caressing his cheek, and both left with a soft kiss that tingled on their lips. Parting was such sweet sorrow, but it needed to be done, as the Medic needed to go to work or he’d go stir-crazy.


  The flat was awfully quiet when he left, and the Pyro deflated a little. The day ahead for him consisted of cleaning the dirty dishes from breakfast, making the bed, and then binge-watching whatever was on TV. However, even though his lover had always warned him to stay away from the stove when he was by himself, he felt the urge to cook something. Usually he waited until he got home, so that he could supervise (fire was always too tempting to play with, gosh darned it), but today he wanted to surprise him with a cake, like a proper wife did for their husband.


  Maybe that was why he ended up with flour in his hair. And on the kitchen surface. And somehow on the ceiling. He had no clue how the frosting ended up caked on his arms up to his elbows, or how the sprinkles had covered the floor. He did know why the cake was flat though, and charcoal black. Was it possible that he’d forgotten to add in baking powder, and had left it to burn because he’d gotten distracted? … Maybe.


  He didn’t try again, as they didn’t have enough eggs for a second attempt, so deciding that it should still taste fine, he slathered the treat in the pink frosting he’d whipped up, adding a generous amount of rainbow sprinkles to finish off the entire thing. It looked good, if a little squat, but that didn’t matter. It was the taste that counted, and he hoped that just because it was a tad crispy, it wouldn’t affect it too much.


  The first thing the Medic said when entering the flat was not encouraging.
“Vhat is zhat zmell? Have jou been burning something?” The sweet aroma from this morning was gone, replaced with an acrid odour which would be a nightmare to get rid of. Already he could see that every window had been opened, in an attempt to dispel the smell, but it was a failed one.


  Entering the kitchen area, his mouth fell open into what could have been a silent scream. It looked like a unicorn had thrown up in there, pink dripping from the walls and staining the floor. In the centre of the brightly-coloured room was his lover, the sweet little Pyro with sparkly stuff on the end of his nose. He was staring dejectedly at whatever he’d been trying to cook (the Doctor didn’t say anything, in case he got it very wrong and hurt his feelings further), and slowly crossing the battle zone he wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“Did jou make zhat for me?” An affirmative snuffle. “It’s gorgeous. In fact, it looks too good to eat.” Silence. “Vould jou like to cuddle? I’ve brought a zurprise home.”
“I was trying to surprise you.”
“Und it is a voncderful zurprise. Danke, mein liebling.” Brushing away some of his hair, he placed a light kiss on his forehead. “Now, vould jou like my zurprise?”


  Taking his hand, he helped him avoid the puddles of cake decorations to the safety of the lounge, where he’d unceremoniously dropped a carrier bag. It was unlabelled, but it was what was inside that made the Pyro grin, and start to bounce on the balls of his feet. Picking it up, he pulled out a large tub of ice cream.
“My favourite!”
“I know.” He grinned, re-entering the kitchen to grab two spoons. “Und today I’m letting us eat it on zhe bed.”


  While the cake had been a disaster, this wasn’t such a bad compromise. Entwined together on the bed, sharing a carton of ice cream, both happily agreed that this was a good end to a busy day. The Pyro promised to clean up his mess in the morning, and the Medic decided, much to his lover’s delight, to make ice cream in the bed a weekly event, every Friday.


  Moving closer to him, the firebug gently nuzzled into the Doctor’s neck.
“I love you.”
“Ich liebe dich auch.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. The cuddles and food were making him warm inside (which was surprising as ice cream is normally cold), and he could feel himself starting to become light-headed. He was certain that, if the Pyro kept up being sweet, he’d end up fast asleep. The man was like a living hot water bottle, or a walking radiator.


  When the Medic began to snore, the Pyro gently took away the tub and placed it on the side. Sure, it would have melted by the morning, but that didn’t really matter. Instead, what was important was the perfect man by his side, and making sure he was comfortable. Stripping them both down to their boxers, he pulled the blanket so it covered them and kept him warm. It was common for the Doctor to fall asleep after a hard day’s work, and he didn’t mind, as long as he could hug him while he slept.
“Sweet dreams.” He whispered, his lips brushing against the other’s cheek before he himself closed his eyes, and joined him in the land of dreams.


  The days were always the same here, but that was a good thing. After so many years of death and destruction, some normalcy was needed. The pair were just happy that they had each other to share the rest of their lives with.

Wednesday

Paring: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Tags: female reader, punk!Bucky Barnes, rlly I mean punk, amputee Bucky Barnes, amputation humour, dark humour, College AU, punks, alcohol, reader is a dancer, angst, cutesy, fluff, Bucky feels, POV Bucky Barnes.

SummaryEvery Wednesday, without fail, there was a girl who’d run through the conjoined classrooms in E Block. She’d always have her satchel bursting at the seams, and be wearing the same thing. Black leotard with ruched shoulders, tights. Hair falling out of a scrappy bun. Worn out military boots.

Bucky Barnes got out of the military, but not after his arm decided to leave him first. Now, in university, he’s trying to make something of himself, but that’s all fine and well but he can’t help but notice the girl who’d interrupt his advanced physics class…

Notes: Inspired by one of my favourite tumblr artists’ rendition of Punk Bucky. Shout out to @illustratedkate for being so darn talented!

Word Count: 3,035

Posting Date:  2017-05-29

Current Date: 2017-06-15


Originally posted by vibraniumdoll


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anonymous asked:

Channie, 42 + 9!

“Chanyeol…” You muttered, burried underneath a plethora of pillows and your boyfriend’s limbs. “I can’t breathe, you’re on top of me.”

“Who needs to breathe when you have me to cuddle with?” Your eyes peeked through the rubble to find Chanyeol’s toothy grin and smiling eyes.

You wiggled and writhed your way out of Chanyeol’s grasp, earning a dissatisfied pout from him.

“Oh, come on (y/n), you said you could cuddle with me tonight.” He whined and shot you his best smoulder.

“That was before I knew you were going to cut off my oxygen supply and lay directly on top of me.” You shot a glare at him right back and crossed your arms.

Chanyeol pursed his lips further.

“Fine.”

You squealed as he scooped you up into his arms in a flash, whisking you off the bed and plopping you ungracefully onto a bean bag on the ground near the door.

“Until you are willing to snuggle, no bed for you.” He teasingly pointed his finger at you and smirked.

“Park Chanyeol, you better not be threatening me,” You reached behind you and grabbed a pillow, aiming it at his head as he towered above you.

“Too bad.” Chanyeol stuck out his tongue at you, and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was five years old. “You’re banished until you promise snuggles.”

“You can’t banish me! It’s my bed too!” You wailed, chucking the pillow from your arsenal at him.

He ducked his head to the side to avoid your accurate throw.

“Maybe if you ask Oppa nicely, he will let you back into the bed without suffocating snuggles.” Chanyeol gave you a mischievous grin.

You huffed in contempt, blowing a stray piece of hair from your bangs as you crossed your arms.

You wanted the bed, and to be honest, you did want to cuddle, but there was a line between soft snuggling and straight up teddy-bear death grip.

You sighed.

“Chanyeol, Oppa,” You brought your hands up to your face in your best attempt at aegyo. “I promise not to shove you away if you promise not to be so rough, okay?”

Chanyeol’s expression melted and he gave you a cheeky grin that almost reached his big ears. He quickly ran over to the bed and patted the spot next to him, beckoning you like an excited puppy.

You got up and skipped over to the bed, nestling yourself beside Chanyeol’s frame. You pushed your back against his chest and pulled the soft covers up to your neck.

“Next time, just stop sprawling yourself out on top of me.” You gave him one last pout as he reached behind him to turn out the light. “I am not your personal plushie.”

Your vision went dark as the lamp was shut off, and you felt chanyeol’s breath against your neck as he chuckled behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, effectively spooning you.

“Then next time,” He whispered into your ear, voice dropping several octaves.

“Stop being so darn cute.”

Originally posted by exofetish


Same gif, different story :D Phew, this was another easy one for me because pouty chanyeol is best chanyeol. I hope it was fluffy enough to satisfy you, dear anon!~ (Still working on the ones in my inbox guys, so please don’t worry if yours doesn’t come out right away)

~Nunchi

Love Me Right  [F]

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Warning: Mentions of relative death, fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2,926

Based on this request :)

The day began just like any other.

The warm sun rays poured in through the small gaps the broken blinds held, something Yoongi was supposed to fix a month before. The loud alarm rang throughout the small apartments bedroom causing the man to grumble against your neck, his sweet aroma seeping into your skin causing your tired eyes to close for a mere five minutes more. It was a routine event after all this time, which is why you knowingly set your alarm for earlier than usual.

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Long Time, No See

A/N: yeah yeah I know I know. I’m supposed to be writing the next chapter of NSEND but DON’T WORRY because I still am. This was just a warm up with my OCs but then I realized that it could be a cute one-shot and tbh y’all are going to need it after this next chapter. soooo HAPPY B-DAY @unashamed-shipper !!!! You said the other day how you needed fluff so here ya go!!

prompt: imagine your otp, warm up

pairing: nalu

words: 2355

rating: T bc I say two swear words whoopsie


It’s been three years, two hundred and seventy days, and God knows how many hours since I last saw him but I could never forget him. Not the way his hair fluffed back when he ran his fingers through it, or the way he’d fiddle with the strings of his backpack and his Adam’s apple would bob when he was nervous, or the way his lips would quirk and light up any room he walked into. I can never forget the way his shoulders slumped and how he couldn’t meet my eyes when his drenched form stood in my doorway that night. I can’t forget the subtle way his breathing hitched when he told me and tears had pricked my eyes. I can’t remember the hint of salt I tasted when I kissed him for the last time, whether they were my tears or his didn’t matter. I won’t forget how I had laid in bed for the rest of that week, refusing to see anyone and responding only to my mother when she tried to console me.

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Starry, Starry Night

Hello! I wrote something based on @curioussubjects lovely modern TP Zelink idea.

I listened to a lot of folk and some country for inspiration. Title references Don Mclean’s ‘Vincent’ song, which has really tragic meaning, but I find it sublimely beautiful in melody and lyrics, and the sense of longing it conveys (it’s one of my favorite songs of all time).

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Fluff Month Day 10 - "Secret Sleepover"

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Pairing: Chloe and Adrien (platonic)
⁃ I’m excited for this one lol
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“Psst! Chloe, over here!”

Chloe’s head snapped up from her desk, where she had been half working on homework and half choosing her outfit for the next day. Her eyes landed on Chat Noir, poised outside her hotel room window with a dopey grin on his face and a box of macaroons in his hand. He waved them in the air, tapping on the window again.

“I brought snacks!” He shouted through the glass.

Chloe stared at him for a second before rolling her eyes and getting up. She walked over to the window and flung it up frustratedly, but she was unable to keep the smile off her face as Chat Noir grinned down at her.

He had balanced himself on the top of his stick (quite precariously, Chloe might add), and the night breeze ruffled his hair as he accepted Chloe’s outstretched hand, and let her help him down and into her bedroom.

After he was safely inside, and no longer balancing nine stories above the ground, Chloe let her anger out.

“Adrien, you can’t keep doing this! My dad will literally kill you if he finds you here at this hour!”

Adrien gave Chloe a doubtful look, dropping his transformation and flopping dramatically back onto her bed.

“Do you really think he’d ever find me here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. But he didn’t accompany the obvious question with a cheeky grin like he usually did. Adrien knew what Chloe’s dad was like, and though he wasn’t exactly the same as Adrien’s own father, he was pretty darn close.

Chloe frowned and crossed her arms.

“No,” she reluctantly admitted, crossing the room to sit next to Adrien, “he wouldn’t even have enough time to come check on me.”

She sighed, and Adrien placed a comforting hand on her knee. They stayed in that position a moment, thinking to themselves in silence, before Chloe shrugged and turned to Adrien.

“Anyways, why are you here? Do you need to talk about anything?” She asked.

The first time Chat Noir had shown up outside her window, he had been on the verge of tears over his father. Chloe knew the feeling, and allowed him to rant to her for approximately five minutes before telling him she knew who he was.

She had known for awhile, Adrien wasn’t exactly the most discreet person, but she hadn’t gotten the chance to confront him until that night. After she revealed she knew who he was, however, Adrien came out of his shell for the first time with her, letting Chloe in on all the things she hadn’t known before. That included things from his personal, and his superhero life. In turn, she let him in on some things in HER life. Especially her problems with her father, since she knew Adrien needed to know that he wasn’t alone. Ever since then, Chat/Adrien had continued to come to Chloe’s window almost every night, either wanting to vent after a long day, or simply wanting to hang out with her.

It was definitely a major change in Chloe’s life.

“Just the usual. My dad putting too much pressure on me and my stress levels going through the roof because of it,” Adrien explained, turning to prop himself up on his elbow.

“What about you?” He asked, wiggling an eyebrow at Chloe as she stared down at him. She pretended to be unamused, but really she quite enjoyed seeing this side of Adrien.

“My usual too,” she said, rolling her eyes and looking away from Adrien’s cat face, “do you ever wish that there were more hours in a day?”

Adrien scoffed, sitting up.

“No. That would just give my father more time to fill up with activities that I don’t want to do.”

Chloe’s shoulders sagged as she realized Adrien was right. Not just in his case, but in hers as well.

“You’re right,” she sighed, “if there were more hours my dad would just spend even MORE time in his office.”

Adrien shot her a sympathetic look, but Chloe hardly noticed. Her eyes had latched on the macaroon box still held in Adrien’s hands. He followed her gaze and a bright smile broke out over his face. He opened the box, and held it out for Chloe to see.

“I got them at the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery. They look good right?” He grinned.

Chloe glanced up at him a moment, noticing the way his eyes had lit up with pure happiness. It was more than just the macaroons that made him that way, she was sure of it.

“Did you visit Marinette too?” She asked, already ninety percent sure she knew the answer.

Her suspicions were confirmed when a light blush fell over Adrien’s cheeks. She grinned, leaning back on her hands as Adrien fought his blush away. The same bright look from a few seconds ago replaced it as he nodded.

“Yeah, I did. Did you know she paints? She’s really good at it.”

Chloe tried to contain her smile as her friend continued to gush over the things he and Marinette had talked about, ranging from her paintings, to her opinion on the latest akuma attack. She was glad Adrien had made a new friend, even if he only really knew her through Chat Noir. And although she hated Marinette at school, jealousy eating at her every time she saw the twin pigtails flouncing down the halls, Chloe knew that if anyone were going to treat Adrien with kindness it would be Marinette.

“You know, you should talk to her more at school, as Adrien,” Chloe suggested, examining her nails and trying to appear nonchalant.

“I would, but it’s just…it’s different. Marinette’s so confident in front of Chat Noir, but when I’m Adrien she…I don’t know…I think she’s scared of me.”

Chloe let out a snort, but quickly covered it up with a cough before she answered.

“Why do you think she’s scared of you? May I ask?”

Adrien sighed, running a hand through his hair and staring down at the ground.

“That’s the thing, I have absolutely no idea. Maybe because I’m famous? I dunno Chlo.”

Chloe rolled her eyes at her friend’s distress, he was so dramatic sometimes. This time he looked genuinely upset though, so Chloe scooted closer, and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

“Hey, if it means anything, I don’t think Marinette’s scared of you,” Chloe said carefully, “just…shy. I think you should talk to her.”

Chloe practically forced the last part out of her mouth, sighing. She wanted Adrien to be happy, and if Marinette made him happy then she wanted him to talk to her. Even if it meant she would have less time with him herself.

“You really think I should?”

Chloe nodded, her eyes softening as she looked down at her one, true friend. He was smiling up at her, a look on his face that Chloe realized for the first time was hope.

“Thanks Chloe,” Adrien said. Chloe smiled.

“Do you want to sleep over?” She asked quietly after a moment.

Adrien’s smile widened further, and he jumped up into the middle of her mattress, sinking in and burying his face in a pillow. Chloe laughed.

“I’ll take that a a yes,” she chuckled, getting up to shut off the lamp on her desk. She doubted she would be getting much more homework done tonight…

GOT7 reaction to wearing their sweatshirt

Anon request: Is it ok if I request GOT7’s reaction to you wearing their sweatshirt and it being like a dress on you?

*Kinda got a bit suggestive… I’m sorry*

You certainly can! I hope this is okay for you! -Admin S

Mark

When Mark was trying to find something to wear for work he’d be confused on why there were more of his sweatshirts on your side of the bedroom than on his. Turning around to ask you, he’d see you slipping on one of said sweatshirts and would be rendered speechless because of how small and tiny you looked in his green oversized sweater. He’d feel the instant need to wrap you up in your duvet and protect you from the world because you just look too precious to face the world, but as this is Mark, he would end up sending a little loving teasing your way instead as he needed that sweatshirt today.

“As much as I love you looking like my own personal little leprechaun y/n, I need that sweatshirt.”

Originally posted by markjin

Jaebum

When Jaebum walked into your shared apartment after a long day at work, all he wanted was to cuddle with his girl on the couch. So seeing you curled up, wearing his sweatshirt pulled over your knees to keep your legs warm, melted his heart. He’d move closer and sit down beside you before gently lifting you to sit on his lap, before burying his face into your neck and whispering about how much he loved you gently into your skin. When he pulled away he would have his sweetest smile and heart eyes to the max.

“jagiya you are just too adorable, you’re making my cool and chic image break down”

Originally posted by defsouljb

Jackson

Seeing you walk out the shower in nothing but his sweatshirt would be very… delightful for Jackson. He’d be scrolling through his instagram replying to his fans comments when you opened the door and came out. He’d look over, and then do a double take to take in what you were wearing. Now we know Jackson was is hella possessive so seeing you wearing his sweatshirt and nobody else’s would make him feel very manly but he would also not be able to contain his little classic squeal because you just look too darn cute with your sweater paws and your wet hair. Then once he’d realised you were only wearing that sweatshirt, he’d pull his seductive face once more and get ready to repeat the night again

“You look adorable and sexy in my sweatshirt jagiya, but I think I preferred you as you were before you went in the shower”

Originally posted by b2utygot7

Jinyoung

When Jinyoung was away overseas on tour, you would wear his sweatshirts to bed because they made you feel comforted and they smelled just like him. So when he got home early from the tour, at 3am, he would silently enter the house and walk straight to the bedroom. He’d open the door and see you curled up on his side of the bed, in his biggest jumper and he would have to cover his mouth to stop from laughing at how cute you looked. He’d quickly undress, walk around to your side of the bed and lay down, being careful to not wake you as he wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you closer into his body.

“It’s okay jagiya, now I’m here you can cuddle me instead”

Originally posted by igot7-love

Youngjae

When you arrived home with takeout you quickly ran to your room to get changed into something more comfortable. Cursing your laziness, you grabbed the only thing that was clean - Youngjae’s most comfy sweater. Feeling slightly self conscious, you walked back into the living room where he’d already dished out the dinner and had the next episode of your drama ready to go. He glanced up at you and his smile shone as bright as the sunshine he is. He instantly reached up to grab your hand to tug you down beside him. Seeing you in his clothes made him feel a overwhelmingly sense of pride that you were his girlfriend because to him, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen especially when you were in his clothes.

“You should wear my clothes more often y/n, but first give me a kiss”

Originally posted by markjin

Bambam

This pervy little boys mind would go straight to the gutter as soon as he saw you cooking dinner in his sweater and underwear. He’d sneak up behind you while you were stirring the kimchi jjigae, his hands teasing at the bottom of the shirt while he whispered in your ear. But when you were in your cooking mood, you didn’t want any interruptions so his little hints and suggestions were quickly swatted away along with bambam. He would then proceed to sit down at the table pouting but enjoying the view from where he was sitting instead

“Jagiya you look good in that sweatshirt, how about we see what you look like without it?”

Originally posted by je-taime-iloveu

Yugyeom

This overgrown baby would melt as soon as he saw you. When you walked into the practice room in his sweatshirt and a pair of shorts, he’d jump up and down at how adorable you looked (causing Jinyoung to once again judge him). He’d quickly run over to you, and wrap his arms around you pulling you into a tight hug before releasing you and turning around to see the boys staring at you two. Looking down he realised he’d pulled his (now yours) sweatshirt and he gently tucked it down, while pointing to it.

“Hey hyungs, you see this? This means she’s my girlfriend!”

Originally posted by got7virtues

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Beautiful Accident [Part 1]

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Word Count: 1,092

Genre: Fluff, romance, humor

Member: Chen (Kim Jongdae)

Part One: Encounter


You shiver and puff onto your cold hands to warm them as you make your way to the baggage claim area.

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Someday (Luke Fluff)

I had one request for cute Luke and one for a bath with Luke, so I jammed them together.

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Wednesday nights weren’t usually like this. 


Typically you would come home from work, Luke would come home from the studio, and you would start dinner together. You were getting better at cooking, and lately, you and Luke had been trying out new recipes. After dinner, you would clean up together, then usually settle in for the night on the couch, cozy under a blanket while watching TV or snuggled together messing around on social media. You’d have some dessert, then venture off to get ready for bed, talking to each other about silly little things until you both finally cuddled up under the covers and shut the lights, falling asleep. Maybe it was a little simple, but it was a weeknight, and you both had busy schedules.

Anyway, that was what usually happened.

However, something had been different about this Wednesday night. Dinner went normal, and even most of dish washing was fine, but at some point you had ended up sitting on the counter while Luke’s hips rammed into yours at full speed. After round one, you actually took it to the bedroom, making love until close to one a.m., mostly lingering lips and slow thrusts.

“Mm, so tired,” Luke mumbled against your lips, grinding out the last of his orgasm and flopping down beside you. He smoothed down your sweaty hair, kissing your temple.

“You’re tired?” You joked, breathing heavily and turning so you were laying more on his chest than on the bed. “Do you know how hard it was cooking that stir-fry?“

“Hey!” He whined playfully, nuzzling your nose. “It’s not my fault I wasn’t stirring it enough and you had to take over. You know pasta is my specialty.”

“Right, how could I forget?” You pressed your mouth against his, swiping your tongue teasingly across his full lips. “Speaking of, can you make it for dinner tomorrow? I miss your signature sauce.“

“It’s jizz.”

You met his mischievous eyes with your driest look. “You’re disgusting.“

“I’m kidding, duh,” he giggled, being his normal silly self like he usually was after good sex. “I just put a fuck ton of basil in the store-bought tomato source.”

“There it is,” you murmured. “I have an idea.“

“Yeah?”

“You want to take a bath?“

He paused, like the thought hadn’t really crossed his mind. “A bath? Now?” You nodded. He thought about it for a moment, finally sitting up and shrugging. “Yeah, why not?”

You grinned, wrapping the sheet around yourself and standing up, stretching your limbs as Luke stood, his soft naked body in all its glory as he leaned heavily against you. “Can you carry me?“

You laughed. “The bathroom is, like, ten feet away?”

He whined, the sound getting louder until you conceded. Obviously, you couldn’t really carry his massive frame that well, but you loved him enough that you were pretty sure you could make the small trek. You let him cling to you koala-bear style, it only be a little awkward that he was butt-naked. You shuffled into the bathroom slowly and carefully, trying not to trip and setting Luke clumsily onto the marble countertop beside the sink.

“Holy fuck that’s cold,” Luke jumped, a shiver running through his body. “Fuck baby, hurry and start the bath.“

“Yes you’re majesty,” you rolled your eyes, turning the water on and testing it until you had the right temperature, putting the stopper in so it would fill up. When you turned back to Luke, he was chessin’ hard, his dimples popping. 

“Thanks babe, you’re the best.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but he was just so darn cute you couldn’t. Instead, you got in, letting him slip in behind you. He sighed in the hot water, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“This is nice,” he said softly, the sound seemingly getting lost in the whisps of steam encasing you. You nodded, comfortably leaning back on your boyfriend’s broad chest, getting sleepy.

“Do you ever think about having kids with me?“

Your eyes shot wide open at that. For a moment, you stayed silent, but finally you turned just a little bit, cuddling further into him.

“Yes,” you admitted quietly. “They’d have your eyes and maybe my hair? Your nose. I think about it. You know, once in awhile.”

Your cheeks burned, but his bubbling giggle put you at ease. “Phew,” he laughed. “I thought maybe I was being weird. I’ve never thought about having kids with anyone else before. Like, I know I want to be a dad, someday, but I don’t know, lately I’ve been really happy at the thought.“

“You, like, want to get married first, though, right?” You asked in a small voice. You wanted more than anything to be able to call Luke your husband. 

He sighed dramatically. “I was hoping for a better proposal than that, but sure, I’ll marry you.” You swatted his chest lightly, turning around and staring at him seriously. He smiled, face relaxing. “Yes, I’d like to get married first. I don’t mean have kids now, but, you know, sometime in the near future. Just wanted to see if you wanted them too.”

“I do, I guess.” You used to hate the idea of having kids. Couldn’t stand it. But something about Luke made your heart thump at the thought of having a couple little ones with him.

“I think I just want them with you,” Luke said quietly, sinking further into the bath water. You didn’t say anything else, but both of you knew. Not today, not tomorrow, but definitely someday, you would get your little family.


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Thinking of maybe making a mini series or something of soon-to-be-daddy!Luke. Should I?