i already cried at this bit

Why can a YouTube math guy make me understand math in 6+ minutes while so far I cried two times already in my university math courses because the things she wrote didn’t make any goddamn sense. Now I can use all that sweet knowledge to understand the gibberish she wrote down without explanation.

Maybe it’s just because I’m new to university and “it’s just like that”, but man. She just had to say two sentences to explain it. Hmpf.

Put on some socks

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x American!Reader
Summary: You’re a member of the Cupler Ring and you’re working with Galahad on a mutual assignment. Overbooked hotels lead to everyone’s favorite scenario: bed sharing.
Genre: Smut, apparently. Fluff, too. Still not sure how the smut happened, though…
Warnings: It’s smut, what do you expect? Things get a little rough (hair pulling, light spanking, etc.), but nothing major.
Word count: 3,910

[Masterlist]

A/N: Tumblr flipped and screwed the original post up, so let’s try this again…

Originally posted by theandrophile

“Put on some socks, dammit,” your partner, Eggsy, grunted as he ran a hotel towel over his wet hair. “I don’t wanna deal with your ice feet tonight.”

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head and looking back down at the tablet resting in your lap. You and Eggsy – or Galahad, as the Kingsmen called him – teamed on this assignment a few weeks back when your paths crossed and you realized you were working the same case. While your team – the “petticoated patriots,” as the larger organization playfully called you – was weary of working with “the red coats,” you happily accepted the help. A fresh set of eyes wouldn’t hurt, and neither would establishing connections and a working relationship with your buddies across the pond.

Additionally, Eggsy was a cute, funny guy. In your line of work, the only guys you ever met were fellow Cuplers (and you weren’t really a fan of dating within the workplace) or bad guys that you had to take down. Hanging out with a cute guy who wasn’t a coworker or criminal was a nice change of pace.

“You’re the one who got all cuddly last night,” you reminded him, your memory flashing back to your new partner holding you close to his shirtless chest throughout the night. “You’re like a fucking furnace, by the way. I actually thought I was going to get heat stroke at one point.”

Eggsy responded by pitching his damp towel at your head, which you promptly tossed to the floor.

“Seriously, my guy,” you continued with a teasing smile. “I woke up like five times last night and you were wrapped around me like a baby koala.”

Eggsy smiled and hopped onto the bed, blue eyes trained on you.

“People love baby koalas,” he told you with a smirk.

You laughed. “Oh, do they?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, crawling closer to where you sat at the head of the bed. “’sides, love, you’re the one that picked the room. All a ploy to get me into bed, yeah?”

You scoffed, your face heating up at the insinuation. That may not have been your original intention, but it wasn’t as much of burden as you pretended.

“Definitely,” you said. “It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that I booked the room last minute and a single was all they had left.”

“Coulda had the penthouse,” he pointed out, rolling over and leaning against the headboard.

“I see ‘discretion’ isn’t in the Kingsmen handbook,” you said with an eyeroll.

Eggsy shifted in the bed, folding his hands behind his head and glancing down at your lap.

“It is,” he argued, smirk still firmly in place. “It’s just not as important as style.”

“Figures,” you laughed.

He groaned in response, reaching across you and turning off the bedside lamp before inching under the covers.

“Whatever ya say, Yank. Put your socks on and turn in.”

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seokjin

he would be surprised when you moaned at him just brushing his hand over your nipples. “you like that?” jin would love pleasing you and would use this discovery to his full advantage. 

Originally posted by jeonyween

Namjoon

you were out having dinner together when Namjoon decided to tease you he just barely ghosted his fingers over your clit and you gasped. he smirked down at you “I think were going to have to cut the night a bit short don’t you think?”

Originally posted by jeonyween

yoongi

yoongi was kissing down your thigh teasing you a tiny bit before eating you out and you already were a whimpering mess “I haven’t even gotten started babe.” he warned before sucking on your clit harshly

Originally posted by meanyoongis

hoseok

you were riding him and you were already over sensitive when hoseok grabbed your chest pinching your nipple lightly. you cried out and almost came just from that. “does it feel good baby?” he moaned thrusting up into you.

Originally posted by hohbi

jimin

you were making out on his bed when he thrusting against your heat making you whimper and moan. he was so turned on and you were in for a very long night. “you sound so sexy babe.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

taehyung

he was thrusting into you as your moans got louder and louder he ran his hand over your clit making you gasp. he wouldn’t say anything but would speed up and rub your clit turning you into a overstimulated mess.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

jungkook

you were straddling his lap as he kissed your neck making you moan out from pleasure. you would start to ride his thigh slowly whimpering and moaning from how much pleasure your having. jungkook would have such an ego boost knowing that just his lips and his thigh could get you off.

Originally posted by boo-t-s

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I’m Yours (Jason Todd x Reader x Dick Grayson)

Requested: NOPE.

A/N: I’ve been having mixed feelings for both Jason and Dick lately and all I could think about is taking them both….at the same time, so here I am sharing my fantasy with you freaky hoes. You guys should really listen to sexy music while reading this, it helps A LOT! I LOVED WRITING EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS BTW!!!!

***WARNINGS: SLIGHT HANGOVER. YOU’RE PART OF A THREESOME. SIN SIN SIN WITH A DASH OF MORE SIN. AND DIRTY TALK.****

Words: 2,965

TAGS: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @insideoflit @jxsontxdds @annoyingtacoart  

THIS IS FOR THOSE, WHO LIKE ME, CAN’T PICK BETWEEN JASON AND DICK. SO, I DECIDED TO WRITE TWO DIFFERENT ENDINGS. ONE FOR JASON AND ONE FOR DICK.

ENJOY!

~

The morning light streamed through half-closed blinds. The pounding migraine in your head made you groan loudly. You shifted your naked body under a soft blanket. You turned your head, laying your cheek against a pillow and opened your eyes slightly. You saw Dick’s back, peacefully rising and falling. He was laying on his stomach, his head turned towards the wall, with one arm flung over your waist.

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dh_jung_bap:어느덧 함께한지 2000일이란 시간이지났네요. 그 긴시간동안 너무나도 많은일들이있었고 같이웃고 울고, 가벼운마음으로 시작했던 길고긴 나날들이 이제는 제삶에서 가장큰 부분과 무게감을 가지게끔 만들어주었고 체워져나갔습니다. 시간이 지나면지날수록 조금씩 조금씩 어른이되어가는 과정을 배우고 깨닫고 느낄수있었습니다. 여러분들이 있었기에 가능했고 멤버들이있었기에 버틸수있었습니다. 다른사람보다 조금은 다른 더높은곳을 항상바라보려고했던 저에게 두번다시는 만날수없는 너무 고맙고 믿고 의지가되고 사랑하는사람이 있어너무행복합니다. 언제부턴가 하루하루를바라보고 신중해야하며 많은것들을 지켜나가야하는 사람이되어가는거같습니다. 그만큼 받은게 너무나도많기에 앞으로 더욱더 좋은모습보여드리겠습니다. 아직도 많이 부족하고 여러분에게 받은사랑에보답하기에는 많이 부족했지만 더욱더 노력하고 좋은음악 좋은모습으로 보답하도록 하겠습니다. 2000일동안 정말 감사했고 앞으로도 잘부탁해요 사랑합니다 ❤️ #baby😌#BAP

Some 2000 days have already passed since we’ve been together. During this long time, many things have happened, we laughed and cried together, the long road that I started on with a light heart has now become the biggest part of my life and carries the heaviest weight.
As time passes, I learnt and realized bit by bit on how to become an adult. It was possible because of you all, and I could endure it because of the members. For me, who has always tried to reach for somewhere different and higher than others, I am very happy to have people around me that I am very thankful for, that I trust, rely on and love. At some point, I feel that I am becoming someone who makes the most out of everyday and keeps things close to my heart. For as much as I have received, I will show a much better image of myself. I am still inadequate and am lacking to be able to repay the love I received from you all but I will try even harder and repay with good songs and a good image.
Throughout the 2000 days, I was very thankful, and please watch over us in the future too. I love you ❤️ #baby😌#BAP   

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After Camp Camp: Max’s Parents

David hadn’t expected this- Well, he hadn’t known what he expected before this, but he knew that THIS certainly wasn’t it.

“You want to adopt our son?” Max’s mom, Alexis, asked, sounding almost amazed.

“What has he said that makes you think he NEEDS to be adopted?” His father, James, frowned, fingers drumming dangerously on the table. “That we don’t care? Because we missed the parents event because of work?”

David swallowed thickly, eyes darting to Max for backup. He felt a heavy weight settle into his face from his rapidly growing blush, embarrassed over how unprepared he now felt. They were right, after all. A child’s account over how they didn’t care about his SUMMER activities at a camp that did ALL activists really weren’t grounds for uprooting him from his parents and adopting him into a new family-

“It’s not that.” Max spoke up suddenly. “It’s everyday of my life with you two in it!”

“Maxwell, you can’t be upset over something this small! When your father and I were your age, we were separated from our parents just to come here!” The woman exclaimed, standing quickly.

“And that’s an excuse to act like I don’t exist!? You sent me to SUMMER camp. Not another country!” The boy cried out.

The room fell quiet, the tension building rapidly. Max’s anger was seemingly quelling, but David and the parents already knew that it would be back soon. Suddenly, James balled up his fist and slammed it onto the table, causing everyone to jump.

“Like you don’t exist!? We sent you to camp to get you out of your room for a bit!” James’ tone had dropped from slightly surprised to murderous. “Now you come back three months later with some stranger who wants to adopt you? Have you gone crazy?”

“His name is David! And at least HE asks me what I want!”

“You’re ten!” Alexia cried, tossing her arms wildly about. “You don’t know what you want!”

“I WANT to stay with David!” The boy’s small frame was shaking by now.

“And I WANT David to leave. Now.” James snapped, his eyes glaring daggers over at the other man.

“I’m not sure how comfortable I’d feel leaving the situation as is. I feel like I’ve caused a bit of confusion with the way I worded myself.” David coughed, though in reality he really didn’t want to leave without Max.

“You seem like a nice guy, I really don’t want to have to call the police on you.” James huffed, slowly rising from his chair. “I would appreciate it if you just left now.”

David bit his lip, looking down at Max for a moment. The boy was shaking, and tears were rapidly welling in his eyes, but David knew that a police report wouldn’t do either of them any good.

Slowly, David stood and made his way over to the door on shaking limbs. From behind him, he could feel Max’s eyes pleading for him to stay a little longer, but there wasn’t anything more he could do now, short of grabbing the boy and running off to the car where Gwen was waiting.

“David…”

“I’ll see you around, Max. Be good for your parents, okay?” With that, David opened the door and stepped outside.

“David!” The distance between the deck and the stairs felt like a mile, as David continued to walk, forcing himself to ignore Max’s cries of frustration and rage from inside the house.

‘Please don’t think I don’t love you anymore.’ He thought, trying to hold his composure long enough to get to the car.

Inside the house, he knew Max was in trouble. He knew that the poor boy was thinking he had just given up on him, just tossing him out like everyone else, it that wasn’t the case at all.

It was just all that he could do for the time being, and it killed him inside.

Just One (M) ~ Jungkook

Originally posted by nnochu


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 765 Words

SMUT WARNING

Jungkook loved doing down on you more than anything. Whenever he was around, he would find somewhere to eat you out. Bed, couch, bathroom, kitchen counter, closet and wherever he could think of. 

You had been dating for almost a year but didn’t start having sex until a couple months ago. There was once a time where you were both watching a movie with Jimin and Seokjin. They had left for 15 minutes to go down the street and get food, Jungkook quickly had your pants off and his tongue on your clit. Not that you ever had a problem with it, his mouth worked wonders. 

Tonight was different though, Jungkook planned to eat you out and make you cum until you cried. You were laying in bed with Jungkook, it was already dark out. You went out on a date earlier and came home and showered together. Jungkook was on his phone scrolling through Twitter comments and you were watching tv. Your head was resting on his chest and he set his phone down and sighed. 

“You still awake?” He asked, looking down at your seemingly still figure. 

“Mhm…” You hummed, meeting his gaze. 

He smirked and ran his hands down your back, “You know baby, it’s been a while since I’ve eaten you out. I want to taste you.” You pouted and bit your lip, 

“But it’s only been like three days.“ 

"Three days too long.” It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to, you really did. But you were so comfortable on his chest, he was so warm and you could feel his toned muscles pressed against you. He smelled fresh and clean from the shower and you were just too lazy to move. But knowing that you couldn’t reject him, you rolled off of him and got into your usual position. 

“Undress for me,” he orders, walking to the dresser and grabs a pair of handcuffs. Quickly taking off your (it was actually Jungkook’s) shirt, you let him handcuff each hand to the headboard. You were left in just black lace panties and he groaned. 

“Fuck (Y/N), you look amazing.” Your cheeks flushed and you spread your legs open for him, showing that you were ready. 

“But Jungkook, you know I’m gonna want to touch you,” you whined while pulling on the restraints. 

“Just one orgasm and then I’ll let you touch me.” You pouted but agreed, 

“Fine.” He leaned down and slowly pulled off your panties, revealing yourself to him. Just by him cuffing you to the headboard got you hot and frustrated. He started from your inner thighs and kissed all the way up to your folds. He planted a kiss on your clit but then quickly moved back to your thighs. He bit and sucked, leaving a trail of hickeys behind. 

“Jungkook please…” You whimpered, pulling on your restraints. You wanted to touch him so badly, to pull on his hair. 

“Please what?” He asked innocently like he didn’t know what you wanted. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you while slowly blowing on your clit. 

“Fuck… Your mouth Jungkook! Please!” You begged, bucking your hips up. He smirked as he leaned down and ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, and circled it around the small bud of nerves. You let out a moan as he pushed his tongue into your entrance, getting a taste of your sweet wetness. He groaned also, his cock was getting close to being rock hard and those tight jeans made him feel like he was suffocating. 

“Oh… Don’t stop,” You cried as he sucked on your clit. His head shook from side to side while he planted his tongue flat on your clit. The warmth and the wetness from you and his spit was all getting close to becoming too much for you. His hands held your legs open wide and his tongue kept quickly gliding over your small little clit. 

“Ah! J-Jungkook!” You moaned as your hips moved with his mouth, allowing you to chase your orgasm. Your legs shook as you felt the warm bliss spread throughout your body. Your walls clenched around nothing and as he pulled away after licking up your cum, your pussy throbbed. 

“You taste so good, baby. So fucking good.” Jungkook groans, licking his lips. His hands went to his belt and he unbuckled it quickly. 

“But I bet you’ll feel really good around my cock. You think so?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“Yes, Jungkook!” You quickly nodded, “I think you’ll feel really good inside me.”

10 Minutes(M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

A/N- I was in my feelings earlier and this was the result. Hope you guuys enjoy it. -Admin Kook


Y/N POV

I stared at his face in the mirror as he remained focus on the dance he was doing. He’s working hard for this comeback but even I know he’s overworking himself. As his girlfriend I have to be the one to tell him to chill out for awhile.

“Yah! Park Jimin!”, I shouted from my spot on the dance room floor. He turned to looks at me with sweat running down his face as he caught his breath. He shrugged his shoulders causing me to frown up and a small sigh left his lips.

“Jagiya I have to practice.”, he stated and I groaned. “Of course you do. But you also have to rest. Take care of yourself.” I challenged his puppy dog eyes with my own and he immediately reached down to turn off the speaker.

“Fine. But only 10 minutes.”, he said moving to sit next to me. I gave a small smile as I handed him a small lunch box. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he took the box with a shy thank you.

“There’s my Jiminie.”, I giggled pinching his cheeks. He stared at me for a few second before setting the lunch box on the floor and pulling me into his lap.

“You’re always taking care of me Y/N. I’m the man here remember. So let me take care of you this time.”, he smirked and I blushed looking away from him.

“But I think I want to try something different. You always said you liked my thighs hm?”, he questioned causing me to blush even harder. I do admire his thighs to the point where I have certain thoughts. Thoughts I didn’t think he had caught onto. He helped me out of my jeans leaving me in just my shirt and panties. His warm hands sliding up my back and latching onto my bra before skillfully taking it off. Thank god for strapless bras.

“I want you to ride my thighs. Show me what you were fantasizing about last night.”, he muttered with a lustful gaze.

“You knew?”, I asked embarrassed as he nodded with a sly grin.

“You’re best friend isn’t really good with secrets.”, he stated and I frowned. Fucking Kim Taehyung.

“Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to know in the first place.”, I mumbled as he leaned to kiss my lips.

His arms wrapped around my waist as our lips molded together. I caressed his cheeks as I opened my mouth for his tongue to explore. His tongue dominated your own as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed down to my ass while our tongues clashed. I let out a soft moan upon feeling his thigh muscles flex under my heat. A smirk appeared on his lips after he pulled away from my heaving body. His fingers ran through my hair before pulling slightly to expose my neck to him while the other pulled at my tank top. His hungry eyes clouded with lust as I came undone by his talented hands. His plump lips attached to my neck most likely leaving hickeys here and there. My hands pulled as his soft locks as a impatient moan escaped my lips.

“Jimin-ah”, I cried out as he lifted his leg pushing further into my womanhood. “Feel how wet you are already Y/N?” I gripped his shoulders as his action set my nerves on fire. He chuckled before pulling my shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.”, he mumbled kissing down my chest before taking a nipple in between his lips. He sucked as if he was a hungry child and I squirmed on top of him. His eyes stared up to look me in my face while I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from moaning too loudly. “Don’t. No one is around so be as loud as you want.”

I continued biting my lip as he worshiped my chest with his tongue. When he took notice of my silence he brushed my heat once more with his thigh leaving me breathless as I lowered my face into his neck. I felt myself losing control over my own body as he made unravel.

“Move.”, he commanded and I twirled my hips on his denim covered thigh. I slowly moved back and forth with the feelings of passion flowing through my veins. His arms wrapped around my torso to keep me in place as my orgasm neared. The friction his thigh made with my clit sends electricity coursing through my body. “You like that Y/N?”

“Jimin-ah!”, I squealed as he tensed his muscles and he smirked against my skin.

“Scream my name princess.”, he told me slipping his hands in my underwear to cup my ass. I could feel his jeans becoming damp from my actions. His lips found mine as my pace quickened pulling my release closer.

“Jimin I’m gonna cum.”, I moaned out and he nodded with a grin on his lips. His hands grabbed my hips, rocking me against his thigh harder and faster.

“Go ahead. Cum for me Y/N.”, he said and at that moment I clenched my eyes shut as I reached a full body orgasm leaving me crying out his name and arching into his chest. I buried my face in his neck as I slowed down, rising out my high as he squeezed my thighs. “Good girl.”

Once my body went limp in his arms stood up, carrying me to the practice room couch. He gently set me down before moving to kiss my lips. I reached for his belt but he swatted my hand away and I gave him a confused look.

“I don’t even have to get off if I get to watch you cum like that more often.”, he smirked with his hands in his pockets as he turned to turn the radio back on. The music blared from the speaker as I stared at him dumbfounded.

“That was ten minutes babe.”, he smirked before turning back to dance leaving my recovering form on the couch.

anonymous asked:

Are you going to do a continuation of the cheating scenarios you did? Like the aftermath of the mc leaving them?

a|n so i did a thing
y’all asked for this *stares at the astounding amount of ask requests i received from all of u asking a continuation pertaining a certain scenario
huhu *cries and stabs self because of pain
i think my hands slipped a bit for these ficlets lolololol who am i kidding

it’s for this
Cheating HC Scenario


Zen

He was very ideal, a definition of perfect on another context. Being with Zen exceeded every expectation you had in you, and if possible, even surpassing what you thought would be heaven beside him. But looking back, was it really heaven to begin with? Or was it just a temporary bliss inside the hell he just threw you in? Before even the process of flirting, his face already screamed karma. And meeting him was nothing more than perfumed regret. You basked in the fake bliss of his presence and his false claims of love and fidelity. He was a man of the crowd, an existence solely for the sake of others.
He was not for you.

That’s why it hurts. That’s why turning your back on him, refusing to hear any excuses he could have made, refusing to be hurt another hundred times, made you strong enough to leave. Even though every ounce in you screamed to go back, to take him back, no matter how many times he would be able to stab your heart.

“MC!” You heard him call, just a few feet behind you, voice desperate and tired. You froze on the spot, your bags tight against your hold and your heart beating erratically against your chest.
Why does he still have that effect on you?

“S-Stop right there, p-please.” You intervened, your voice quivering. You have every qualm in you for you to distance yourself and stop him from going anywhere near you. You can only feel utter disgust towards him.

“W-wait, babe! Please, listen to me-” He pleaded as you felt his overwhelming presence behind you, your body almost betraying you from the sensation.

“Listen? Do you hear yourself?” You boomed as you turned around to look at him, a strained sarcastic laughter filling your mouth. Tears were now pooling at the side of your eyes, blurring your vision in the process.
“How dare you ask me to listen to you! Really, Zen?”

A flash of hurt came across his ruby red orbs, his gaze softening and breaking apart. It pained you to watch him break down before you, begging and never wanting to let you go. Begging for you to listen, begging for you to consider, getting you think back when he was yours to call mine.

A lump formed in your throat when you watched how Zen’s tears started to fall one by one, his face depicting a look of depression and brokenness. His eyes were desperately searching yours as his face fell upon seeing that you looked so sure of leaving him then and there. You tried your best to hold it in, not wanting him to see the aftermath of his actions towards you. Of whether the reason of his temporary taste towards a different delectable dish was because he was lonely and because you were not there, or was it because he got tired of waiting for you. All the more reasons why you needed to let him go. Of why this childish game of house should end.

Knowing him, you still dared touch his very flame, knowing how small and ignorant of a moth you are. He was the sun an icarus like you desperately wanted to touch. He just wanted your attention, he sadly didn’t want your heart. He, of course, just wanted to make sure he had full grasp on you, making sure you’re not getting over him no matter what. He hates the thought of you getting with someone new, he had been implying that. He’s that selfish.

You should have seen it coming.
You should have known from the start.
Nothing lasts forever.
Not even your love for him, no matter how much you knew you do.

“Babe,” He pleaded, his voice hitching higher octaves. He opened his mouth once more but only a choked sob escaped his lips. “B-Babe, p-please,”

You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall by giving him a blank look. Reminding him of his mistake, of the weight of his actions and above all, reminding him of what he just lost.

“Goodbye.” You said, ice lacing your tone. No matter how cold you tried to be, you’re just a girl who was breaking apart inside. And you continued to do so and you were so sure nothing will be left of you after this.
“I hope to never to see you again.”

“No! No, please, babe. Don’t leave me. C-come home with me, let’s talk this out. P-please. Listen to me, MC. D-don’t go!”
He cried out as he grabbed to pull you to him and hugged you tight, his hands unsure of where to exactly hold you. His touch was needy, wanting, begging, desperate … and it took everything for you not to return the gesture. You have accidentally removed your grasp from your bags as they both fell on the cemented path with a soft thud.

You sharply inhaled his musk, getting intoxicated with his familiar scent that you love. And no matter how hard you reminded yourself that he was someone you hold affections with, the scene you saw back in the house kept replaying inside your head like a nightmare on repeat. It burned itself there, not wanting you to ever forget it. Leaving a scar that might take years to heal.

His sobs have now become anguished cries as you desperately tried to push him away from you. And after successfully doing so by giving him a hard shove, he just stumbled and continuously fell towards the ground, not even bothering to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. His desperate voice crushed your heart more and more.
“Babe … P-please. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. D-don’t go looking for someone else. Let me explain … I beg you.”

Upon collecting yourself, no matter how your heart screamed to run to him, console him, wipe those tears for him, you steeled yourself from such thoughts. You watched at how he pathetically cried and burned himself out as if telling you that you should be sorry for him, that you should not be the one hurting right now, that you are the bad guy for leaving him like this.

“You’re not going to come home with me anymore?” He asked in between his tears, or more so, he tried to convince himself more than you.

And your silence was his needed confirmation.


Jaehee

Even if you knew you had nothing to go back to, you just wished to see her one last time. Despite the pain you felt when you saw her with someone else earlier this day, you braved yourself to come and face her like this just to be able to end things formally with her. She was not aware that you’re to be back a bit earlier than the said date and you decided to confront her inside the place you once considered home. Roaming your eyes on the empty living quarters, floods of memories you made with her swamped your mind, making it harder for you than it already is.

You pulled a chair from the dining table and sat there, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You heaved a sigh as you patiently waited for her to be back, the sound of the ticking clock your only companion amidst this growing dark.

You heard the front door click and now a few strings of soft laughter livened the place. You shifted your gaze and watched how the man from earlier planted peppery kisses all over Jaehee’s features. You watched at how she softly giggled at the gesture, something she does whenever you’re kissing her cheeks. Something you thought you’d be the only one to see.

You heard her ask the man to come in first and if he wanted to something to eat as she unconsciously flicked the switches of the lights open. Her eyes landed on your figure sitting by the dining table, a small gasp audibly got released from her throat. You watched at how the surprise on her face changed to guilt and regret.

“MC?” She queried, unsure of how to take the situation before her. Your gaze flicked from the man’s hold on her waist and their extremely too close for comfort proximity. You saw how she gently bit her lower lip, her gaze traveling everywhere but you.

“Hi.” You said, trying to make your voice sound casual. You flashed a smile towards the man beside her and the bastard returned the gesture.

“U-uh, may I ask what could you be doing here?”
Jaehee asked once more, the shaking of her voice barely hidden.
“I, uhm, thought you’re still at the convention …”
You saw how the man with her threw a look of confusion at her direction, as if asking who you were and what you were doing in the dark before they arrived.

“I came to say good bye.”
You said quietly as you slowly stood up and moved to pick your bags on your side. You flicked your gaze down, trying to calm the hurt and betrayal you felt swelling up your chest. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping that the tears won’t fall this time. You’ve already spent the entire afternoon crying and asking why and now, seeing them together, you exactly immediately knew what could be the only wrong thing between the two of you.

You lifted your gaze up and flashed her a smile, unaware of the tears that already fell from your eyes. Since when did they start falling? You were not sure. They just fell. Just like how your dreams and hopes did and without warning.

“I-I’m very sorry for not telling you …”
She whispered as she moved to touch you, her skin grazing against yours.
“I-I’m sorry … I-I didn’t know how to tell you …”

Even just the tiny touch of her fingers made you flinch. You shrugged her off as you wiped your tears, screaming at yourself internally for breaking down in front of her. You released a strangled laughter whilst shaking your head, telling her to stop whatever she thinks she’s doing.
She must have only felt guilt, nothing more.

“I know. I understand.”
You said as you bit your lip, trying to suppress another fit of small sobs.
“And I don’t want this love to feel like a battlefield for you.”

You started to walk away from her and your heart broke more when Jaehee didn’t even move to stop you from doing so. With one last glance thrown at her direction, you bid your bittersweet goodbye,
“I hope you’re happy.”

Now, your hopes and dreams dissipating into thin air.


Jumin

It hurts. The pain was too much.
It feels as if knives were repeatedly stabbed on your heart.

Nobody warned you about this inevitable pain you might encounter with this thing they called love. Nobody briefed you about the possible circumstances and various scenarios you might come across with as you’re busy loving somebody who’s busy breaking your heart. It was not fair, you thought, of how can you give your all to someone who is ready to tear you apart. It was even more unfair to be the only one leaving while crying your heart out.

The moment you left while accidentally banging the large, intricate double doors that successfully caught the attention of the other employees, you heard him calling after you almost immediately. It was not your intention to raise attention towards you. You did your best to immediately leave, trying your best of seeing up until where your feet can take you. A few more sharp turns and you finally found yourself standing in front of the two large elevators of the building. But luck was nowhere near you due to the fact that the elevator just passed your floor and continued descending down.

When you heard the click of his shoes on the tiled floors, you immediately turned towards the fire exit and concealed yourself there. You were several floors up, wearing high heels and a coat. All of it contributing to the very uncomfortable feeling building up your system. Against the darkness of the panic stairs, you gently let out the rake of sobs that you held in the moment you witnessed his extremely treacherous act.

Who was she? Was what you thought first. She was not familiar. You have not seen her around your man before. Was she new? Where did he meet her? Questions bombarded your mind as you descended down the stairs, the only sound echoing was the click of your heels against the uneven cemented floors. Each step you take, the further blur your eyes have become. Your tears were now an uncontrolled mass raiding your eyes and falling down to your cheeks like a massive outbreak.

You weren’t exactly watching and was not paying any attention to your way because the moment you took another step down, the heel on one of your shoes snapped, causing you to lose your balance and fall down with your back hitting the concrete first. You inhaled a sharp breath as you winced in pain from the extremely painful contact your body had with the hard floor.
Now, you weren’t so sure what was more painful: falling down the stairs or watching your lover cheat on you.

You laid there for a moment, blankly staring at the never ending spiral of the staircase as it ascended up. You were not sure what floor you were in now and you’re positive you broke a bone or two. You tried to move the ankle that you tripped and winced once more when you felt it sting when you moved. You shifted so you can see your lower body, your upper body getting numb by the minute. You saw that your stocking was ripped and blood started gushing out of a freshly opened wound.

“Oh god …” You exhaled when you felt something warm started falling down your face once more. “Stupid! This is so stupid of me.”

From the silent wash of your tears, your whimpers grew more into an audible cry. You couldn’t even move your body due to severe pain. It was a good thing you did not break your head from the fall or else you could’ve have died then and there. You just realized that you almost died and that no one came to save you. That thought just made your tears fall more and more.

Then, you heard a loud creak of a door a floor up from where you fell. Loud footsteps came rushing down and a silhouette of a man came into view. You were not so sure but judging from his smell, you immediately knew who it was. You panicked and tried your best to stand up but your body was not responding to your wishes. Instead, it screamed hurt and fracture everywhere.

“Damn.” You heard a low growl of curses as you felt his presence by your side. He was wearing that goddamn tuxedo set you personally chose for him and the very clothing he wore when he almost kissed another woman tonight. Just from the thought made you cry harder, using your injured body as an excuse for the massive pain that attacked your chest.

Sshh, stop crying. I’m here now, love. I’ll help you.” Jumin gently cooed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body. You wanted to protest but you weren’t so sure about doing so due to your injured state. Instead, you flailed your arms, trying to shake his hold off of you.

“Leave!” You roared but a strained voice came out instead. And from that strained voice came a pleading tone.
“Please … Leave. Leave me alone … I beg you, Jumin. I don’t need you!

You felt your hand accidentally slap his face that caused him to immediately stop his actions. You blearily watched how his jaw tightened while he closed his eyes, his face facing the opposite direction. You heard him swallow hard as if he was trying to regain his composure back and understand your outburst.

How dare he!, you thought.

“Ah. I should have seen that one coming.” He said, his voice low and steady. Then, he brought his gaze back to you and you saw the amount of guilt that flashed through his slate grey hues. You saw much he regretted whatever you saw the moment you came in.
“I’m very sorry you had to … witness that. She’s a client, a very important one.”

You scoffed at the casual tone he gave you. Very far from the look he just gave. Almost too unemotional and uncaring, as if the emotions you saw flick through his eyes were nothing but a front and a lie.

“Is this how you deal with your business partners? Flirt them in, trap them and close the deal in between their legs?” You began, incredulously putting words on his mouth. You bit your lower lip when you heard him release a frustrated sigh. You felt him stand up as he carefully supported your weight on his arms.

Watching him under the low red light of the emergency sign plastered on the walls and the darkness that succumbed you both heightened his features. One look at his face and he’ll obviously become your next mistake. Just by being under his presence always leaves you breathless, intoxicated and drunk in love. But the calm anger you’ve hidden deep inside your heart finally started to resurface as you released a low growl of rage.

He temporarily flicked his gaze at you as he slowly ascended the stairs, seemingly taking you back the way he came in.

“It is true, what they said about you … About how you behave with your clients. I-I never believed any of those …” You began, your voice eerily calm. Even you were very afraid of your own self slowly bursting from uncontrolled fury. Your accusations came out straight like bullets fired from a gun. “You only want love if it’s torture. You have no mercy. You didn’t even consider the fact that you have me.”

He remained silent, not even a word of curtsy as a reply was made. He stopped just in front of a metal door. You noticed, though his face was blank, he had a very troubled and vulnerable look on his eyes. Then, he hovered his gaze on your face as he licked his lower lip.

“Indeed, I am. You have come to love a monster.” You heard him reply, his expression now dark and unreadable. “I am the nightmare you must have mistakenly thought to be a daydream.”
As if he was trying to conceal something from you, trying to hide a dark truth deep within, those words left an impression on you. He voiced out the doubts that enveloped your thoughts.
He was slowly showing something you knew that is a part of him you couldn’t touch.

Despite you being together with him, there are aspects of his life you haven’t even seen a glimpsed of. Despite working with him, there are rumors and words going on and about of how he manages the business, how he successfully closes deals. Despite every high and low you experienced with him, all the sweet memories you had with him, all the waking moments you could ever remember with his side, all the countless breakfast you spent with him, the Jumin in front of you was not a part of them. The Jumin right now was far from the man you have come accustomed to. This was different.
He was deeper, darker, scarier and more complex.
He felt different.

And you couldn’t help but ask yourself: Is the high worth the pain?


Yoosung

“MC?! Wait, I-I can-” You heard his voice say as he scrambled up and hurriedly blocked your way just in case you did something rash towards the other girl in this room. He knew you too well.

“Shut up.” You cut him off with gritted teeth. Your eyes darted back and forth at the scared looking girl on your sofa and towards your boyfriend who looked like he would cry any moment. Then a bittersweet smile graced your features as you held up the Anniversary Gift you worked so hard to get for him.

You saw how his eyes widened upon the recognizing what you were holding. Yoosung’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the very thing you knew he wanted ever since.

“See this?” You said, a smirk now evident on your face. You saw how he desperately tried to stop whatever you were planning to do by looking at you. You both had practiced talking with your eyes and if you weren’t too consumed by anger right now upon the betrayal he did to you, you would still find the connection between you and him to be very endearing.
Now, it’s just plain stupid.

“MC … Please, calm down. S-she’s not my mistress- I-I’m not cheating on you! I-I, this, uhm-” Your hands worked on the murder, your ears tingling in anger upon hearing his poorly made excuse. What did he want you to do? Believe a blatant lie when there is a concrete evidence in front of you? He looked so desperate, his amethyst orbs begging you to at least listen to what he was about to say.
“Please, honey, listen to me … I-I only meant well! I-I know this situation isn’t as clever as it looks b-but I-”

A humorless laughter escaped your mouth as you shook your head. You knew he was not that good at lying, that’s the only trait that is bad about him. That’s why, no matter what came out of his mouth, you were not able to believe him. You slowly and harshly ripped the item at your hand, crushing his dreams in front of him. And with the nastiest smile you could ever muster, you said with controlled anger,
“Happy Anniversary. Enjoy it with her.”

You marched out of his house and slammed the door hard enough for it to break. You collectively wiped your tears as you walked aimlessly down the road, realizing you had nowhere to go. The night was growing deeper and the streets were growing quiet by the second. The weather had just taken a turn for the worst as well. You just didn’t know what to do anymore, walking outside the streets under the rain, wanting to never be found.

The raindrops and your tears mixed once you tilted your head up to stare at the positively dark sky which didn’t have any signs of stopping the current downpour. You can hear faint screeches of car tires as they sped up to wherever they might be headed. Who cares now, anyway? The roof caved in and the truth came out and now you’re stuck in the middle, not knowing what would be your next steps.

You are positively hurt, for sure, for the scene you caught kept replaying itself inside your head. He was with another woman, someone else got to sit and cuddle with him on your favorite spot, he was laughing with someone else, enjoying the things you do together. The things that only you two were supposed to do. The thought of him enjoying himself and the one he’s with kept stabbing you in the back, the agony piercing your chest like the world’s finest blade intended for a kill.

“Yoosung …” You murmured his name as a fresh batch of wet tears flooded once more, the liquid mixing with the raindrops falling on your face.
“How can you do this …”

The thought itself made you sick in the stomach, about how easily he had played you within his grasp. You were looking forward so much with your anniversary, too. But it seems it was only you who cared for this relationship after all. Where did his promises go? Where did his words run off to? He said he’d do anything for you, asking you for a chance to show you how much of a man he is by taking care of your heart and that all he asks is one chance to show it. That, for everything he does, he only meant well for you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a figure running towards you, an umbrella on his hand. From the heavy downpour and noisy raindrops, you can faintly hear his voice calling out for you, worry lacing his tone. For a moment, you felt your heart skipped a beat as it pounded hard with new found hope and happiness. He came after you! But the bitter, hurt bitch in you was quick to cut that happiness short.

Your pace quickened when you felt like the distance between the two of you grew shorter, smaller and gradually turning into just several feet apart. You didn’t care where you’re going so long as you’d be away from him.
Not now, not yet, you thought. You panicked, trying to find an escape from him in that relatively close proximity. You didn’t see where you were going; you were much more busy trying to evade him.

“MC! Wait! Wait for me!” You can almost hear him clearly now, the reverberating sound of his footsteps from hard concrete to puddled waters echoed the empty streets, signalling his upcoming presence. You were quick to move as you ran on the opposite direction of where he was coming from, not a care given to where your feet might take you.

Not a care to the world nor even to your own welfare.
And not a care given even when the moment came that a truck was fast approaching towards you, its headlights flashing a warning, its tires screeching as it was unable to halt in time.
It’s going to hit you.

Your ears rang and the world around you seemed to stop that very moment until you felt someone shove you out of the way. Your eyes were wide open, as if it was a camera lens that intended to record everything that happened. You felt your body crashing down the hard asphalt. You watched at how the umbrella he was holding flew to the distance, his body coming in contact with truck’s hood. You watched at how far he rolled off, his body rolling like a bowling ball due to the impact. You watched at how he came crashing down the street to a pile of empty trash cans by a broken lamp post.

You stared in horror as everything unfolded before you in slow motion.
You watched at how Yoosung caught the blow for you, at how his body flew a few meters away like a rag doll. You were frozen in shock even when the truck driver hurriedly came to ask for your well-being, his words barely even audible to your ears. Your eyes darted from his favorite umbrella that he brought and to his limp body down the street.

“Let’s get you guys treated!” The driver worriedly and hurriedly said as he now ran towards the body of a certain blond on the pile of trash. Your mouth went agape, your body unable to produce a single movement.
And slowly … you started to stand up … your mind directing you to move like you were in a trance.

Yoosung … Yoosung … Yoosung …
You kept on chanting his name until you were able to reach him, the driver of the truck trying to give him first aid. You watched at how he inspected him for other wounds. You stared at his arm that looked like it was badly twisted from the hit. You stared at how blood came rushing down his head and how his favorite LOLOL shirt got ripped on several parts, wounds and bruises now becoming evident against his pale skin.

You fell to your knees, now unable to withhold your scream. You screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Feeling the world caving in on you.
You screamed and screamed until there was nothing left in you but agony and torture.

You thought about his promises. And how he only want to mean well. About how he wanted to show how much of a man he was for you.
Was this it? Was this how he intended to show you how much of a man he was?
No, this wasn’t. This was your own fault. 


Saeyoung

You only intended to stay just for a little while, really. You didn’t want to be seen by him the moment he comes home. After all, he thinks you’re still not back from whatever hell hole you disappeared into. You only told him you’d be back on the day of his birth and it isn’t until tomorrow. You stared blankly at the robot dog he programmed, its robotic voice yapping at you. You watched at how it wagged its metallic tail, seemingly asking you to play with it. With your bags by your side, you smiled sadly as you ran a hand through the dog’s metallic head.

“He needs to work on your fur lining more, lil’ bud.” You said as the dog happily leaned in to your touch. You clearly remembered the day when Saeyoung started this dog project of his and now only a few accents remained for it to be completed. You knew you wouldn’t be here anymore to see it fully complete.

You were sitting on the sofa as you heaved a sigh. The scenario you saw back there playing inside your mind on repeat, like a stupid, repetitive video. You remembered how that woman touched your Saeyoung and how he responded to it. How he kissed her the way he kissed you and how utterly disgusted you feel whenever you remember the feeling of the very same lips he used on her on your very own.

You’ve been crying since you got home and your eyes are already complaining from the astounding amount of tears you can produce. You couldn’t find anything wrong with the two of you, for him to commit such act. You tried to rake your head for any possible faults or even situations for him to act that way but you couldn’t remember. If there was something wrong, he had always been good at hiding it. He was always good with hiding.

You heard the click of the front door and you immediately panicked. Your eyes then darted at your wrist watch and found that you’ve been lost in thought for nearly two hours. No wonder he’s finally home.
But before you could even do anything such as conceal yourself from him, the lights finally opened and he was already standing in front of you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Sweetie?! Ohh! It’s really you!” He called out, his voice raising with excitement and happiness. He immediately ran towards you, even forgetting to remove his shoes on the door step. You felt his warm embrace around your frame as he lifted you up and twirled you around. In any other day, the gesture would be extremely cute. But right now, you didn’t really feel anything else but restrained anger.

Anger for him. And anger for yourself.

The moment he put you down, his grin was from ear to ear. Your eyes traveled to watch his features and they showed no sign of remorse or guilt upon the betrayal you witness him do just a few hours ago. Saeyoung was not the insensitive type when it comes to feeling around and when you didn’t respond to him like the way you used to, it didn’t take him math to put things together. You saw how his expression changed from happiness to an unreadable brood.

Then he looked away from you, his golden honey hues turning gloom. For a moment you saw pain and hesitation in them. But it was quick to go. Upon biting his lower lip, he distanced himself and asked the question you didn’t expect him to admit.
“You saw that, didn’t you?”

If only there were more possible ways to break a heart then that’s what would be happening to you this instant. You weren’t able to deny it. You weren’t able to come up with any lie regarding your current actions. And instead, you slowly succumbed to painful admission.

“Yeah … I did.” Your voice found itself out with a small, unsteady tone. You bit your lower lip in order to stop any incoming sobs when you finally felt your eyes sting from getting wet once more.

You heard him sigh as he walked over towards the kitchen. You heard few shuffling here and there, the sound of something opening and closing until he came back in front of you. You watched at how he handed you a bottled water and offered his handkerchief as well. You scrunched your face at the gesture, puzzlement and question invading your system.
Was he playing with you?

“Wipe your tears then leave.” He declared, his voice void of anything else but cold command. You tilted your head up to see how his face was now void of any emotions. How he felt far from the Saeyoung you knew. Though at least you knew him well enough that he might just be restricting himself from something.
The coldness in him bites hard.

“C-Can I at least know why … you did it?” You asked, trying your best to not let the whimper in your tone be that obvious. One by one, tears started falling again from your eyes as you desperately wiped them with your bare fingers. You didn’t accept the things he gave you. He was always like this - giving mixed signals. His actions were always the opposite of what he’s saying. Just like how he told you he likes you before but forbid you to get close to him.

“I don’t know why you even stuck with me up to this date.” He began, his voice eerily calm and quiet. He raked a cool look over you, his expression bored and angry. “Didn’t I tell you before? I don’t want you clinging to me. I don’t want your presence near me. I don’t need your love. I don’t your sympathy. I don’t need your feelings. You shouldn’t have come close to me.”

“W-what are you even saying? We’ve been together for a while now! W-why are you bringing this up again? And now, all of a sudden?” Your voice rattled as you took a step closer, trying to square up his gaze. The look on his face didn’t change. Instead, it worsened.
Until you no longer can see the traces of the Saeyoung you knew.

“This is me telling you to get lost, MC.” He said, a chilly grin forming on his lips. Even his voice sounded foreign due to the intensity of its frigid tone. “You’re free to go. I’m now cutting whatever reasons you have for staying with me.”

Your system couldn’t help it anymore as you raked a sob in front of him. You didn’t care if he viewed you now as a weak individual. The pain of witnessing him cheat on you, him admitting to committing the deed and his harsh words while pushing you away were the catalysts of it all. You never thought your broken heart could get any more broken than it already is.
But here you are. Unable to pick up the shards he broke.

Without any further words said, you cried your heart out as you dazedly picked up your bags from where you left it. The mechanical dogbot was now licking your shoes, as if it can actually sympathize with you. You never glanced back at him again upon making your way out of his home.
And out of his life.
And what broke any hope you had in you was the fact that he truly has no intention to come running after you. To take you back. To tell you it was just a badly orchestrated prank. He will not go after you anymore.
Not ever and certainly not in this lifetime.

But his last words didn’t escape your hearing before you fully left, before you fully shut the door behind you and before you finally close everything that was connecting him to you.
The words that stirred up confusion inside your heart.

“That’s right, walk away. Save yourself from this heart ache. Go now before it’s too late, sweetie. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be with me. You should never be.”

And the very words that raced a question inside your mind.
Why won’t he let you in?
Why would he let you walk away?

No More Shared Rooms

Summary:  The reader and Sam are on the road working a case with Dean and run into some old friends?  

Characters:  Sam x Reader, Dean, Ed, Harry

Word Count:  1255

Warning: language, smut (unprotected sex)

A/N:  This is for my wonderful friend @pinknerdpanda ‘s #mandabirthdaychallenge.  My prompt is bolded in the fic.  Happy Birthday Manda!  I hope you like it!

My words were checked by the mastabeta @wheresthekillswitch, thanks Lee!


Originally posted by frozen-delight


Sam’s leg was brushing up against yours again.  You met his gaze across the table, arching your eyebrow at him when he tried to throw an innocent smile your way.  Don’t tease, you mouthed to him.  You‘d been working this case all week, sharing a room with Dean, which had grown old by day two.

The three of you were sitting in one of those high-backed booths that created dividers between each table.  You loved these kinds of booths, even if the privacy was a sham, you appreciated it anyway.  Dean was, blah, blah, blah-ing to the waitress and you were about to cut in with your order, when a voice broke through the din of the diner.

Ghosts, I said ghosts.  Who has any strong opinions on goats, Ed?”

The waitress stopped writing, her mouth dropping open.

“Uh, Dean?  Does that voice sound familiar to you?” Sam asked.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”  Dean slid out of the booth, stepping over to the one just beyond yours, with you and Sam right behind him.  “What the hell are you two doing here?”

“Oh, if it isn’t Dean and Sam,” Ed said, looking at each of them.  “We’re working a case, obviously.”  He rolled his eyes at Harry and you had to stifle a laugh.

“Working a case?”  Dean’s agitation was growing with each breath and he looked more and more like he was going to pull out his gun.

Sam moved in front of his brother.  “Hey guys, you know, we’ve got this one covered.  Maybe you could hit the next town over?”

“No, no way, you’re not chasing us off this-.”

“Wait, Ed and Harry?” you broke in.  “The Ed and Harry?  The one’s you guys were telling me about?” you gushed, hoping it sounded believable.  The two men sat up straighter.  They’re buying it.

“What did they say?” Ed asked.

“Well,” you said, scooting in next to him.  “They wouldn’t want me telling you this,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, leaning across the table toward Harry, Ed mimicking you, “but they said that the last time they saw you, they wouldn’t have solved the case without you.  And it just so happens that there’s a case a few towns over.  If you guys could head over there and start the groundwork, I would be so, thankful.”  You dropped your hand on Harry’s, he looked down at it then back up at you.

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anonymous asked:

okay but power bottom!jimin riding sub jungkook? and not letting him cum? *eyes emoji*

- “I want to touch you, hyung nghh-” - “You don’t deserve to touch me yet”

- Jungkook helplessly lies in their bed, whining and trembling

- Jimin grinding on his thighs, moaning loudly just to make him suffer

- Jungkook gasps, moans and whines the whole time

- Jimin sits on his lap, touching his boyfriends member and enjoys how it twitches between his small fingers

- “Jimin, please-” desperately Jungkook begging

- Jimin rides him so hard until Jungkook is about to cum but stops the second before he could

- sweaty bodies

- Jungkook closes his eyes because seeing Jimin all sweaty, hot and panting is just too much for him to handle

- Jimin kisses his upper body, touching his muscles while waiting for him to calm down a bit

- As soon as Jimins thinks the younger one is ready again, he rides him, moaning loudly to turn him on even more

- “Hyung, please! I beg you.. please..please let me cum!” - “convince me that you deserve it.” and damn- Jungkook totally convinced him with his tongue and body

- Jimin jerks him off but stops right before he could reach his climax

- Jungkook actually started to cry a bit because he could’ve came already six times but wasn’t allowed to

- Jimin finally finished his little game and lets Jungkook reach his climax- of course inside of him

- They lie about twenty minutes in bed, trying to calm down and stop trembling and panting

- “You cried!” - “Shut up,brat..”

- Jimin teases him and Jungkooks says he’ll never do it again, but next evening Jungkook is begging the whole time

Step-bros (Connor M. x Heere!Reader)

a/n: im back bitches— this is unedited and confusing acuz its 2am,,,, credit to @edenleicester for the lovely stepbrothers au!!!!!!

w/c: 1,614

t/w: WeEd and,,,, OooOOH uNdErAgE dRiNkInG,,,OOOooohhOOH >;O


You glared out your window, your earbuds blasting the newest music you were into. You were trying to ignore your brother and new step-brother, as well as your father and Heidi. The boy in the middle of the seat, Evan, was practically radiating anxiety. He would never say it aloud, but you reminded him of Connor Murphy.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you glanced to your left, seeing your brother Jeremy looking at you and gesturing towards Heidi. He had snuck his arm above Evans’s head to tap you gently.

“What?” You said, pulling your earbuds out of your ears. Heidi laughed.

“I asked, are you excited to start senior year?” She glanced at you in her side mirror.

“No.” You grunted honestly, making Evan glance at you with curiosity, then back at his fidgeting hands. You were the oldest sibling in this now conjoined family, a few months older than Evan and a year ahead of Jeremy. You slouched slightly as you saw Heidi’s face fall at her attempt to make peace with you. You hated this new change in your family. You hated almost all change.

“Alright, kids. We’re here at our new home!” Your dad grinned, parking the car. You opened the door and tried to keep yourself calm, you wanted to yell and cry and try to reason with your dad. You stepped out and scrunched your face up in disgust as you glanced at the new house. Your father and Heidi had gone out of their way to already unpack almost the whole house, except for your rooms.

“Do you like it, (y/n)? Jeremy?” Your dad asked hopefully.

“Yeah, dad, we love it.” You mumbled, not wanting him to feel bad. You started walking into the quite large house, looking around at the way your father and step mother had decorated. You heard footsteps behind you so you turned around to see Heidi smiling sadly.

“Hi, honey.. I know you don’t really like me, but I hope we can be like mother and daughter eventually.” Heidi smiled sadly, like she knew everything about you. Your face fell and you subconsciously tugged down on your sleeves, feeling slightly bad.

“I don’t dislike you, Heidi. I dislike change.” You mumbled, turning around and going up the stairs. Once again you heard footsteps behind you, practically running to keep up with your long strides.

“Can you believe we have to share a room?” Jeremy snorted, following you into your room.

“Yeah, I know. How will you ever have sex with Michael again?” You said dramatically, laughing and bending down to start unpacking a box. Jeremy turned bright red and started to unpack on his side as well.

“No, but really? We couldn’t just get a house so every kid gets their own room?” Jeremy mumbles.

“I’m fine with sharing a room with you. I’d rather share with you than Evan- not because I don’t like the kid or anything, I just don’t want to make him uncomfortable, y'know?” You grunted, making your bed.

“With all your satanic posters and crystals, you make me uncomfortable.” Jeremy joked.

“No, we um, actually really need a curtain to separate the room in two.”

“Most definitely, you nerd.” You agreed, watching him hang up a Pacman poster.


You were sitting on your bed listening to music one day when the curtain between the room was ripped open.

“H-hey, can we have like, three friends over?” Evan giggled, making Jeremy hit his arm and laugh as well.

“Um, sure?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. It was date night for your dad and step-mom, meaning you were in charge.

“O-okay, good! Because they’re already here!” Jeremy laughed, probably high.

“Come chill with us!” Evan and Jeremy had managed to grab your arms and drag you down the stairs and into the gaming room.

“Hi, (y/n)!” Michael laughed, waving at you. The whole room smelt like weed. There were two boys on the couch who you had seen before, but never cared to talk to.

“O-okay! These are my friends Jared,” Evan grinned, pointing to one boy. “And Connor!” He pointed to another boy.

“Sup, hot stuff!” Jared said tipsily, winking at you. He had a beer in front of him, and another one in his hand. Connor was sitting quietly and smoking weed. He waved slightly at you, and you turned pink.

“Hey,” you laughed, sitting down on the couch and grabbing a beer. “Who brought the weed this time, Michael?”

Jared, Connor, and Evan looked a little shocked you didn’t get mad. Michael laughed and blew smoke into the air.

“Actually, Connor brought it!” Michael giggled, leaning into Jeremy.

“Sweet.” You giggled, taking a hit and glancing at Connor. Connor turned a deep red under your gaze and he shifted uncomfortably. You liked the way he would glance at you and turn red all throughout the night. The way he would shift and gently lean on you when he talked to you.

“Oh my god, oh my god! We should play Just Dance!” Jeremy cries, standing up quickly and stumbling towards the Wii. “We only have four controllers, though!” 

“I’ll sit out.” You and Connor both offered at the first time, glancing at each other. You smirked as the other four started to dance drunkenly.

“Hi.” You giggled, scooting closer to Connor. Connor stared at you, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Hi?” He muttered, his face turning a pale pink. You leaned on him slightly, mumbling your next sentence.

“How come we’ve never spoken before?” You smirked at him as Evan turned around and hit Jeremy, both of your younger brothers now staring at you flirting with Connor.

“Holy shit?” Jeremy whispered, glancing at Evan then back at you.

“It worked?!” Evan whisper shouted, jumping happily. Michael and Jared glanced back at you and Connor as Evan and Jeremy pulled them out of the room.

“You were intimidating.” Connor mumbles, taking a sip of his beer.

“And you aren’t?” You joked, tilting your head.

“True. But I mean you are so pretty, it’s almost intimidating.” Connor crossing his arms after he sets the beer down on the coffee table.

“Oh, you’re the hot, brooding type of intimidating, Connor.“ You giggled, mocking him by crossing your arms. He pouts slightly, making you giggle even more.

The four boys were watching you and Connor from the kitchen, drunk amazement on their faces. “They should just date already.” Jared snorts.

“We heard that.” You giggled, glancing behind you and growing a bit tired.

“Oh-oh my god!” Jeremy cried, glancing at a text message. “Mom and dad are going to be home soon!”

Your eyes widened and you launched up from your seat. “How long?” You asked, suddenly wide awake.

“Five minutes!” Jeremy read, glancing up at you then at Michael.

“Super speed mode!” The three of you shouted like dorks, each of you launching into action. You were throwing away beer cans while Michael hid the bongs, throwing the weed at Connor. Jeremy ran into the bathroom and came out with a giant bottle of febreze, practically choking everyone while he sprayed it. Evan and Jared started to sweep and vacuum the floors, picking up all the dropped food. Connor started to do the dishes, cleaning all of the snack bowls and silverware. Everyone moved surprisingly fast for being drunk, high, or both.

“Okay, kiddos! Get your sleeping bags out and pretend to be asleep!” Everyone rolled out their sleeping bags and crawled in, except for you. You sat on the couch and pretended to be exhausted. You had purposely placed a bag of popcorn on the floor, along with a few pieces in between the boys, so it didn’t seem suspicious.

“Hi honey,” Heidi smiled at you, ruffling your hair and speaking softly. “How did everything go?”

“Good,” You smiled up at her and glanced at your father.

“Why does it reek like febreze?” He mumbled, squinting slightly.

“Oh,” You laughed nonchalantly. “The step-bros keeps farting up a storm.”

You were surprised when none of the boys on the floor broke out in laughter, since you did giggle to yourself. Your father and Heidi wished you a goodnight. When they closed their bedroom door, all of the boys sat up in sync.

“Really, (y/n)? We keep farting?” Jeremy mumbled, making Michael and Jared laugh and agree it was true.

“God damn, that was smooth. Lying on the spot like that, that was kinda hot.” Connor flirted, raising his eyebrows at you. He was drunk, and definitely high.

“Connor- please, stop, that’s my sister.” Evan complained, laughing slightly.

“You’re right, Evan, they should save it for the bedroom!” Jared snorts, earning a kick from you.

“Wait, how come I didn’t know about this sleepover until a few hours ago?” You questioned, making all of the boys go quiet.

“Goodnight!” Jeremy laughed, flopping into his sleeping bag. The other boys followed his lead, all except for Connor.

“Night, babe.” Connor smirked, laying down and drifting off the sleep. You shook your head and laughed, blushing slightly.


Brian Gougeon started counting the purple spots on his legs in the spring of 1987. He consulted a doctor in Chicago about it, just as he did a few weeks later when thrush reappeared on his tongue and tonsils. If the doctor was piecing together a diagnosis, either he wasn’t telling him or Gougeon chose not to tell his friends.

It had been months since we last spoke. He had stopped returning my phone calls, saying long-distance bills were outside his budget. Instead he answered via ornately decorated postcards, devoid of personal news. Then, just after his birthday in July, Susan Wild, a mutual friend from college, called to say he’d been admitted to the Illinois Masonic hospital with pneumonia and toxoplasmosis. “He asked me to come help him get to the hospital,” she said. “He wanted to take a shower first, but didn’t have the strength—he’s so thin, David, I had to help him. He was embarrassed and apologizing the whole time. When we got to the ER, they ran tests and diagnosed pneumonia. They put him in the AIDS ward.”


I had been waiting for, and dreading, and hoping against, this moment since AIDS first surfaced, when we were invincible twenty-two-year-olds, chain-smoking and reading the Times with Ray-Bans balanced smugly on our noses. I wanted to race to see him, but Wild said Gougeon had requested privacy. The toxoplasmosis left him somewhat confused. But he did want my advice. She read from a list of his lab results, a portrait in acronyms and ratios. He was very sick. I answered what I could and promised to research the rest. Most pressing was whether he should take AZT, which the physician had ordered. Given his low CD4 count and the high doses of pentamidine, I said I thought it was a good idea.


“He’s going to need money,” I added. He could be hospitalized for months, and unless he had savings he risked losing his apartment. I offered to pass a hat among his friends in New York and she accepted reluctantly, not focused on anything so long term. I spent the next week planning a gathering of his New York friends. The work gave me a feeling of usefulness. That Saturday, three dozen people convened at my apartment with small sums of cash in envelopes, a little over $800 in total. Someone brought a bulky camcorder and we wished Brian a speedy recovery through the newest technology.


When the videocassette arrived in Chicago along with the emergency funds, Susan Wild called to say he wouldn’t be watching it. “I guess he’s blind,” she said. “It happened so quickly. He was talking to his mother yesterday and said, ‘Norma’—he calls her Norma—‘Norma, would you turn on the light? We shouldn’t have to sit here in the dark.’ But of course, it was the middle of the day. Sunlight was streaming in. When they figured out what had happened, and that the blindness was irreversible, he was really scared. He said to Norma, ‘I’m a blind artist. What good is a blind artist?’ And she said to him, ‘Sculpture, honey. You could be a great sculptor.’ By the time I talked to him, he had already begun to adjust a little, and I just cried.”


His jar of AZT, delayed by shortages and high demand, arrived almost two weeks later. By then he was in no condition to take it, having slipped into a coma from which he never returned. He was twenty-eight when he died.


That call from Wild was the most devastating of my life. I’d spent six years gathering esoteric information, investigating every medical lead, ingratiating myself to scientists, doctors, activists, and patients. None of it made a bit of difference. Nurses gave Wild the chance to bequeath his unused AZT to a recipient of her choosing, but she suggested they just give it to the next person in need.


The Roman Catholic service was private. Norma Gougeon laid her second-youngest son to rest at the Holy Cross Cemetery in Alpena, Michigan, with six of his brothers as pallbearers. She kept the cause of death a secret from her priest and the local paper, attuned to the possible consequences. A memorial gathering for his friends in Chicago would take place in a few weeks.


I was back at ACT UP a Monday or two later. Like a wedding chapel or a movie theater, it was a place where you could cry without causing alarm. A man sitting to my left silently rested a hand on my rocking shoulder for a few moments. I was grateful for the stranger’s gesture.

—  David France, How to Survive a Plague: The Inside Story of How Citizens and Science Tamed AIDS (2016), Pt. 3, Ch. 3
Lords reaction to accidentally hitting their daughter [Headcanon] (Request)

A/N: I just know this is going to be both hilarious and painful. Rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Part 2.1

Nobunaga.

What did he do? That was the price of his pride, wasn’t it. The girl was crying in his arms, a big bruise on her forehead that was caused by his own practice sword. Nothing seemed to work. She wouldn’t stop crying. He knew it had been a bad idea to let her stay. He should have sent her away, with her mother, but no, those puppy eyes were stronger than he was. And everyone tried to warned him, to tell him that his girl was walking right to him, but he thought they were trying to distract him.

They weren’t.

“Here, have some sugar stars”, he wiped her tears away, before kissing the red mark on her forehead. “Mama’s sweets will make you feel better, ok?”

Mitsuhide.

He thought it was a good idea. To show his daughter that he was strong, that he could protect her too. And so, he couldn’t say no when she asked him if she could stay in training. Well, what could go wrong? Right? Everything. Everything could go wrong. He was always so defensive that when he heard something behind him his first impulse was to attack.

He wish he hadn’t.

“Are you okay?!” he rushed to her, hugging her and trying to cease her tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Papa was careless”. Mitsuhide showered her in kisses and pampers, guilt heavy on his shoulders after seeing the bruise that was sure to appear any time.

Yukimura.

Oh boy. 

Oh boy.

It had been a long time since last time the retainers had seen Yukimura panicking so much. He was carrying the little girl in his arms, running around the castle, yelling to the maids, for someone to help him. When you heard him, you left the kitchen as fast as you could. Then you saw him. Your daughter in his arms, both of them crying. 

“I… I…”, he sobbed. “She… I… I’m sorry…”

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Jimin college AU

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: fluff & smut & angst
Warnings: NSFW stuff
Word count: 4k

Requested by anonymous: can you do a college!au with Jimin where you guys dated in high school but you guys broke up because he put his football team before you for like the 100th time and now in college you avoid and ignore him but then he tries to get you back and then it gets smutty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) with fluff. if you don’t do smut you can just do fluff !! tysm!

A/N: Here you go, I’m sorry it took so long. I also added a little bit of angst in the mix, I hope that’s okay ^^ Anyways, enjoy!

Also I should say thank you to the person who helped me find inspiration for this piece, so thank you! (You know who you are) 💜

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Good Idea | Jongup (m)

Originally posted by ab1004

Genre: Smut
Warnings: oral, face-sitting, tiny bit of sub!Jongup if u squint.
Length: 1.4k

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“Will you…sit on my face?”

Jongup’s cheeks were pink as he watched you process his question. You blinked, staring at the meek man before you. Your boyfriend, Moon Jongup, had just outwardly asked you to sit…on his face.

“What?” You dumbly asked.

Jongup flinched slightly, “Ah, you don’t have to. Forget I asked anything, _____. We can just cuddle it doesn’t matter.” He got up to hide away in your bedroom, but before he could take a step you grabbed the hem of his shirt.

“Wait,” You chuckled softly at his flustered expression. “Why are you asking me this so suddenly, Guppie?”

You could hear him nervously clear his throat before he spoke in a shaky voice. “I just…I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Himchan-hyung mentioned how he let his ex-girlfriend sit on his face and he kept saying how hot it was. I just wanted to, you know, try it. But, it’s okay if you don’t I completely understand- “

“I’ll do it.” You said, taking his hand in yours. “Let’s go.”

“W-Wait, right now? Right this minute?” He sputtered.

“Well, yeah. Why not?”

Jongup exhaled, a show of him releasing whatever anxiety had built up from asking you. A shy smile appeared on his face as he stood, squeezing your hand in his. You both slowly made your way to the bedroom.

You were already growing wet at the thought of having his mouth on you again. It seems like it’s been ages since he ate you out. And having him underneath you, being in control of him. That was going to be a sight.

You reached the bedroom, the both you pausing to taking in the freshly cleaned room. You had just done laundry and put new sheets on and everything. It was a shame they were going to get dirty already, but it was most definitely worth it. The sweet scent of the vanilla candle wafted through the air, setting a soft feeling atmosphere.

As soon as you were in the room, he was on you. His lips attacked yours, using his hands to cup your face. You inhaled his scent, lemon, from the lemon-scented body wash he bought from japan. His hands worked to slide your shirt off, tossing it off to the side. He immediately shoved your shorts and panties down in one swoop.

You pulled your lips away from him and giggled, “What, no foreplay?”

He shook his head, shoving you onto the bed as he tugged his own t-shirt off.

“You have no clue how hard I am. I just really want this, ______. Please.”

You smiled softly, tugging him closer to you by his belt loops. You snapped the button out and pulled the zipper down, taking great pleasure in the frustrated expression on his face. With a growl, he smacked your hand away and tugged his jeans down.

“What…no underwear?” You asked, raising a brow. His cock, already hard and flushed, slapped against his stomach.

“Shush.” He whispered, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

He crawled onto the bed, lying flat on his back. He gestured you to come over and you slowly crawled. Before you threw your leg over his head you paused.

“Are you sure you want me to sit on your face?” You mumbled.

“Yes! Please, _____.”

“What if I suffocate you!” You cried.

“Believe me, it’ll be an amazing way to die.” When he saw you pout he chuckled. “Look, I’m stronger than you, I can easily push you off me if I can’t breathe. Okay?”

You bit your lip before nodding. He gently gripped your waist as you tossed your leg over him. He yanked you down so he didn’t have to crane his head to get a taste of you.

The first hot swipe of his tongue made you shiver. The second drew a soft moan from you. Jongup stared up at you, watching your godly form above him. His eyes never left your face, wanting to watch the progession of pleasure was over you. His tongue gently teased your entrance, pushing lightly. He moaned lowly at the rush of your juices that touched his tongue.

“I knew this was a good idea.” Jongup whispered, using his thumbs to gently pry your lips apart.

You whined as Jongup’s lips wrapped around your exposed clit. His tongue swirled around the captured bud, making sure to apply light suction with his lips. He knew just what you liked. His mouth made lewd, wet noises as he worked you.

Your hands desperately clung to the headboard as your thighs trembled with the strain to keep you held up. Jongup’s hands roughly gripped your hips, his blunt nails offering a tiny prick of pain as they dug into you.

Jongup’s eyes were piercing into you as he stared up, watching every little facial expression you made. He enjoyed the way you slammed your eyes shut when he gave a very calculated suck to your clit, or the way you whined in embarrassment when you heard him slurping your juices into his mouth.

His cock was unbelievably hard against his stomach. He was already desperate for his orgasm and he hasn’t even been touched yet. His cock throbbed painfully, the tip already turning a purple-red color.

“Does this turn you on, Guppie? Me riding your face?” You hissed, reaching one hand down to lace into his white hair, tugging the locks lightly to draw a moan from the man below you. You rocked your hips roughly against his face, riding his mouth as you got closer to your orgasm.

Jongup offered you a muffled “mhmm” in response. His hips began rocking into the air on their own accord, desperate for some type of stimulation on his neglected cock. With a glance back, you could see his abs clench with every roll of his hips. All it did was force you to imagine him rolling his hips ass he drilled his cock into your entrance. You felt yourself clench on nothing at the image. His tongue continued to swirl around your pink nub, quickening the pace to get you closer to orgasm.

Suddenly, whimpers erupted from below you. You glanced down to see his brows furrowed and his eyes scrunched closed. He abandoned holding your waist to wrap one hand around his cock. You watched as he urgently fisted himself. Almost immediately, he detached his mouth from your heat to let out a beautiful whine. Cum painted his stomach and his body twitched as his orgasm washed over him. He gave a few more pumps of his cock before his body slumped down.

“Did you really cum from this?” You hissed. “That’s so hot.”

Jongup growled, doubling his efforts. He hungrily attacked your clit, drawing loud moans and cries from you. Your body began to tremble, he knew you were close. Seeing him cum just from eating you out threw you close to the edge. Now, with his tongue earnestly working your sensitive bud, you were dangling precariously on that cliff.

When you glanced down, your eyes met his heated gaze. He was watching your every move; every tremble, twitch, whine, whimper and lick of your lips. His eyes were begging to see you cum. This is what he had been wanting this whole time, for you to use his mouth for your pleasure. To ride his face until you came. He wanted to watch you cum on top of him.

He couldn’t help but moan when you fell over that edge. You lost your balance, clinging to the headboard until your knuckles turned white. Your hips worked over his mouth; he kept his tongue still, letting you take what you needed to ride it out. Your chest heaved and broken moans escaped your lips as your high flushed through you.

You slowly slumped down, falling off Jongup’s face. He had a goofy smile on his face as he watched you collect yourself. He watched as you sat up and leaned over his stomach. His breath hitched when you ever so slowly licked up the cum left from his orgasm, your eyes boring into his the whole time. He couldn’t help the low moan he released at the sight.

“I’ll get hard again if you keep that up.” He whispered.

You collapsed onto his chest with a giggle. He wrapped his arms around your body, leaning his head down to press his lips gently against yours.

“Thank you for doing this for me.” He whispered, kissing your nose.

“I really enjoyed it myself. We have to do it again.”

He laughed, dropping his head onto the pillow, “Oh, without a doubt.”


this kind of made me want to do like a full on sub!jongup fic. hmm.

last kiss- h.s song imagine

I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered

For just us to know

You told me you loved me

You let out a huff as you tried getting comfortable on the bed. You hated taking a nap in the middle of the day because it always messed up your sleeping schedule. Now here you are at almost 2pm wide awake. Harry let out a sigh and turned on his side of the bed and looked at you with tired eyes, “What’s wrong?”

You looked at him a guilty smile, feeling bad for waking him up, “Can’t sleep.”

Harry yawned and scooted closer to you, “Alright. I’ll just stay up with you till you do.” You shook your head no, “It’s alright. Go ahead and go back to sleep.”

Harry chuckled, “I can’t anyways with you tossing and turning.” You gave him a sheepish smile before he continued, “Plus I love you. Can’t have you up the entire night.”

You let out a slight gasp, “What?” Harry smiled and repeated, “Said I can’t have you up all night.” You quickly shook your head, “No. What did you say before that?”

Harry smirked, “I wont be able to sleep with you tossing and turning?” You reached over and hit him lightly, “After that!”

Harry chuckled and grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it, “Said I love you.”

Your stomach started doing backflips, you smiled and whispered, “I love you too.”

I ran off the plane

That July 9th

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

You got off the plane and quickly scanned the room to see if he was here yet. You just got back from your hometown after visiting your mom for her birthday. Harry couldn’t make the trip but sent the biggest bouquet of flowers to your mother. Your mom was so surprised and pleased that he would think to do something like that. You remember the conversation you had with your parents as they were saying goodbye.

“Make sure you thank Harry once again for the beautiful flowers,” your mom said as she gave you a hug. You chuckled and hugged your mother back, “I think he gets it, mom. You sent him enough thank you texts. When your mom pulled away, your father quickly gave you a hug as well, “He’s a good man, that Harry kid.”  You blushed slightly and pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes. Having your parents approval of the guy you were dating meant a lot to you. “He is.”

Your eyes finally landed on the guy that managed to steal your heart away. He was wearing the biggest smile on his face. In his hand he held a sign that said your name on it and a little “x” next to it. Quickly you ran to him, throwing out a few sorry’s to the people you pushed, and jumped on Harry. He caught you quickly and wrapped his arms around you, he let out a chuckle, “I missed you, love.” He let you down but you were quick to give him another hug, “I missed you too, H.”

I do remember the swing of your step

The life of the party, you’re showing off again

And I roll my eyes and then

You pull me in

I’m not much for dancing

But for you I did

Harry’s family were having a family reunion for the weekend and of course Harry invited you. Anne already adored you and he just had to show everyone the girl that managed to steal his heart. You sat at one of the lawn chairs in the backyard and stared at Harry dancing with his little cousins. Your heart swelled at the thought of one day having children with Harry. A piece of cake was then placed in front of you, interrupting your thoughts. You looked over and saw Gemma sitting down next to you with a smile. You smiled back and let out a thank you. You returned your gaze back at Harry who was twirling one of the little girls. Gemma followed your gaze and smiled. “I like you and Harry together.”

You looked at Gemma, your cheeks turning a slight pink. Gemma continued, “He almost never brings a girl home for us to meet. You’re special to him.” You looked down at your lap and smiled a small smile, “He means the world to me.”

Harry quickly ran up to the both of you, slightly panting, “Y/N! Let’s dance!” He tried grabbing your hands but you were quick to pull away. “No Harry! Your entire family is here! How embarrassing!”

Harry chuckled and looked around, “No one’s watching! Come on, love!” You looked at Gemma who was staring at the both of you with an amused expression on her face. She mouthed, “Go!” You looked back at Harry who was staring down at you with a playful smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes slightly but playfully. You stood up and allowed him to lead you to the middle of the dance floor. A slow song was playing on the speakers set up outside. Harry wrapped his arms around your waist while you did the same to his neck. He let out a content smile. You looked at him curiously, “What?” Harry placed a kiss on your cheek, “Just happy you’re here.”

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

You kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something

You sat on yours and Harry’s bed, books scattered around you. You were tapping your pencil nervously on your chin as you looked at the math equation in front of you. You had your final exam tomorrow so you were studying all day but this one particular equation was confusing the hell out of you. Harry entered the room quietly with a glass of wine. He knew not to bother you while you were studying but also knew how stressed you get when doing your maths. He handed you the glass while you thanked him quietly. He sat down next to you and placed a hand on your waist, “How’s it going love?”

You sighed and placed the glass on the bedside table. You put your head on your hands and let out, “I don’t know how I would use this formula and it’s my last exam for the entire semester so I need to get a really good grade or I won’t pass then I’ll have to take the class aga-” You were then interrupted to Harry turning your head to face his and giving you a soft kiss. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. Harry pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, “Better?”

You nodded your head and pecked his lips once more, “Better.”

I don’t know how to be something you miss

Never though we’d have a last kiss

Never imagined we’d end up like this

A suitcase filled with your clothes and belongings were sat at the front door. You were sitting on the couch in what used to be your’s and Harry’s apartment. You had your arms wrapped around yourself, as if your mind was telling you to hide your body away from anymore harm. Harry was sitting next to you, his eyes red and puffy. Tears were pouring out of your eyes. You managed to choke back, “Why?”

Harry sniffed and closed his eyes. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how this happened but it did. The unthinkable happened. Harry fell out of love with you.

He remembers when he told you how much you cried. He remembers the sobs coming out of your trembling body.

“Did you find someone else? Is that why?” You managed to get out of your sobs. Harry was crying himself. Seeing you like this was breaking him inside. He still cared about y you deeply. He just didn’t love you like you loved him and he knew it was selfish to continue the relationship. He wanted you to find someone who could love you as much as he did. He thought he was doing the right thing by breaking up with you but seeing how broken you were made him question everything. He hated himself for not being able to love you properly. Harry shook his head no. “There’s no one else.”

You let out another sob. Harry wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face into his chest, you cried out, “I love you Harry. Please.”

He wanted you to keep the apartment but you quickly declined his offer. You couldn’t bare to stay in a place filled with memories of you two together. You would go mental. You looked at Harry to see him already staring at you with tears in his eyes and a guilty heart. You bit your lip softly before you leaned in and gave Harry a kiss. You knew you would never be able to kiss him again. Harry knew this too while he kissed you back. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. The kiss was intense. It was a goodbye. You poured every emotion you could into the kiss. You kissed him as if you were trying to tell him to change his mind, to give you guys another chance. Harry kissed you as if he was saying he’ll always love you but he doesn’t love you like he should. The both of you pulled away, panting slightly. Harry kissed your forehead one last time. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”


i hope you guys enjoyed this one! and don’t forget to keep on sending your requests on what you would like me to write next! im working on the requests already sent, dont fret :)

anonymous asked:

We all know your Biases is Yoongi and Namjoon!! Can i ask why? Im just curious OwO

It’s because they are my role models :’^D Before really stanning and knowing them, I already thought they stood out the most in the group (I knew BTS a bit after Danger Era but before Namjoon’s mixtape).

I started stanning Namjoon when I listened to his mixtape for the first time, more particularly when I listened to Voice. At this moment in my life, my father didn’t want me to study art or to later get a job related to art. So I really related to this song and I cried a lot. Its like he was reassuring me. This song is really important for me because it really helped me feeling better.He was so sincere and it really touched my heart. That’s something I really love about his songs. Its like he’s confiding to us, and I always have this feeling of intimacy when I listen to the songs he writes.So that’s when I started stanning Namjoon.

For Yoongi, it was because I really liked the way he wrote lyrics. At this moment we didn’t know a lot about Yoongi’s life before his debuts, we only knew a bit. But even if we didn’t know a lot, I found him really attaching for some reasons. I think it’s when listened to Tomorrow that I really stanned him. He’s rapping with so much passion in this song, it really touched me. Yoongi really never gave up. Even if I’m sure he wanted to, he was about to do it, he never did. And that means a lot. He’s for me the strongest member in the group, and I really look up to him a lot for this.
(And now I’m really emo;;;)