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I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

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I Believe In You, Bro

If there’s one thing Nursey doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to about living at Samwell, it’s having to drive places.  In New York, what isn’t in walking distance is in biking distance, what isn’t in biking distance is accessible by the subway, and everything outside of the subway isn’t really worth visiting. Samwell, however, is sort of in the middle of nowhere.  Dex and Bitty acted like it was some kind of urban center, just an hour out from Boston, but to Nursey, it was suburbia at best, and that required a car.

Nursey was thinking about all this because he was currently gripping the wheel of his seven year old Hyundai Sonata, weaving his way through the roads that surrounded Samwell’s campus, searching for a lost frog. He really hated driving, but Whiskey had called him at midnight and told him about how one of the newest team members had apparently left the Haus halfway through the annual start of the season kegster and no-one had seen him since.  Nursey had called the guy four times, and it kept going straight to voicemail, so either his phone was dead, or he didn’t want to talk.  Unfortunately for him, Nursey wasn’t the kind of captain who let his players stew in their emotions.  He knew better than that.

It was close to 1 AM when Nursey finally pulled onto the gravel road leading to the lakefront.  The water was still, a cool black mirror that reflected the stars, the firebugs, and the boy sitting at the edge of the lake’s pier. He didn’t move at all when he heard the car pull up, just kept staring out into the distance, across the lake.  His feet didn’t quite touch the surface of the water. He had put his shoes and socks back at the place where the pier met the road, where Nursey stood, pulling off his sandals and walking softly to the edge. The new guy took a deep breath when Nursey sat down.  He could hear it rattle.

“How’d you find me?”

Nursey looked up at the moon.  It hung heavy over the lake, a warm yellow color that gave the night a comforting sort of glow.  He looked at the boy next to him, probably barely 18 and out of the house for the first time, scared stiff and not sure what to do outside of act tough and, apparently, run away if things got overwhelming.

“I went to your dorm first.  Your roommate let me in, told me he didn’t know where you were.  I saw a picture, though.  Of you out on a lake, holding a fish.  I figured this was as good a bet as any.”

The frog exhaled and looked down at the lake.  His hands were still shaking, and Nursey could tell that his eyes were getting wet. A breeze was coming off the lake, and it ruffled its way through their hair.  Nursey didn’t say anything.  It wasn’t him who needed to talk right now.  

“Back on my old team, everyone called me Jones.”

Nursey just looked at him.  

“Some of the guys-Will and Chris?-were talking about nicknames, and one of them, the one with the Sharks hoodie, asked me what mine was. It was Jones, but like, I really fucking hate that name.”

His hand was still shaking, Nursey pulled his legs up from where they were dangling off the pier and turned to face the frog completely. His eyes were more than just wet now, he was crying, no holds barred, and Nursey was torn between not wanting to see his teammate hurting, and knowing that crying was good sometimes, that this guy needed to let whatever it was that made him run so far away off his chest.

“I just-fuck, listen, I know it sounds stupid, but I’m a shitty hockey player, and that’s why my nickname was Jones, because that’s average, and that’s all I am at best, and being at that party with Jack fucking Zimmerman and Justin Oluransi, who’s like, the best defensive player that the Sharks ever had, and even you, you’re the captain, you’re one of the best players in college hockey PERIOD and I’m just some random guy from Minnesota who doesn’t even deserve to be here, on this team, with so many people who’re practically icons-”

Not-Jones broke off them, voice cracking in frustration. He stared angrily at the lake, tears streaming down his face, trying to keep from sobbing.  

“Your name is Karam, right? Karam Hashmat, Number 37, from West Hill, Minnesota?”

Karam looked up at Nursey defensively, face flushed. Nursey could see the dark circles under his eyes, and he felt the familiar pang of worry for this kid.  The hardest part of being a captain, for Nursey, was realizing he couldn’t fix everyone’s problems, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

“Okay, Karam, first things first? No-one is going to call you a name you hate.  We’re a team, and we can’t be that if we’re also being dicks to each other.Second, I’ve been playing hockey since I was a kid. I’ve played with Jack and Justin and Eric Bittle and fuck, Chris Chow, the guy in the Sharks hoodie? Give him two years and he’ll be dominating the NHL, he’s the best goalie that this sport’s ever seen, and I’d bet my life on that.”

“Is this supposed to be helpful?”

Nursey gave Karam a small nudge with his shoulder, smiled at him gently.

“Yeah, bro. Give me a sec, I’m getting there.  My point is, I’ve seen some great players in my day. I can tell who’s great, and who’s bad, and who’s average. Coach showed me your tapes, Karam.  We need a center who’s great, because Whiskey is a badass but he won’t be here forever, and I think you can be that guy.  Fuck what anyone else says, I can tell who can do this.  Everything, your stats, your tapes, your drive in practice, none of that is average, and it sure as fuck isn’t bad.”

He looked at Karam earnestly.

“Dude, I believe in you.”

Karam glanced up at Nursey, tears still coming, but slower now, with less urgency.

“Do you mean that, Captain?”

Nursey grinned, and stood up.  He put out his hand for Karam.

“100% my man.  Now lets get back to the Haus, you can crash on the couch and make Bittle cry before he goes home to Providence.”

Karam laughed, and grabbed Nursey’s hand to help pull himself up. Nursey slung his arm around Karam’s shoulder as they walked back to their cars, the moon still softly glowing in the night sky behind them. 

Cardiovascular Palpitations Pt. 2 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

Originally posted by nnochu

→ fluff, smut, angst, really fuckign fluffy smut 10k
→ friends with benefits au, doctors au ft Taehyung
part 1 | part 2 | story talk

Yay! This was super cute but I’m seriously so glad its over lol I didn’t edit so its not my best work but it’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think, and I’ll be uploading a story talk and drabbles about this au soon! 

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anonymous asked:

Hey could I request an RFA+V+Saeran headcanon where they shower with MC but it's all cute and fluffy and definitely SFW😊

I love this T w T

Zen: 

  • This happens really often
  • He likes to pamper you and himself so.. 
  • Most of the time is like a spa or beauty session. 
  • You two would get in the small tub in his department with face masks on and bath bombs, strawberries with chocolate and everything!
  • Sometimes when it’s a special occasion he would open a bottle of champagne there (but that sht is expensive so.. rarely)
  • He would get in first and you sit between his legs so he could massage your back and his favorite part is washing your hair

Jaehee: 

  • You two would do this whenever is possible (thanks to Mr. Han, she wakes up really early, so not always)
  • She would help you wash yourself and you help her
  • Normally she bathes in 5 minutes max, but when she’s with you it takes a lot longer.
  • Cuz bath conversations are everything.
  • You two would talk about anything that comes to your mind and both found it super relaxing. 

V:

  • Most romantic everyday baths
  • He has a tub but not always use it
  • And, the opposite of Jumin, he has all the essentials, nothing more, nothing less.
  • He would definitely use the same shampoo as you on purpose so he could smell you all day long. 
  • You two would make each other laugh and he would constantly tell you how much he loves this and how beautiful you are to him

Jumin: 

  • I bet that the first time he did this he thought it was going to be the same as when he and V bathe together when they were little. 
  • He barely used the jacuzzi in his bathroom until you started using it together. 
  • e v e r y t i m e you two got in, he’d open a bottle of wine (sometimes more than one)
  • And talk about things important for you, and things important to him
  • He’d prepare everything, so there is everything you could imagine, from really expensive bath salts to snacks.
  • He likes you washing his hair, he doesn’t let anyone else do it. 

Yoosung: 

  • At first he would be so embarrassed of just being naked in front of you, but he came to accept it.
  • He also have a little micro tub in his apartment, but he loves it, because he likes water
  • I’m sorry, but you two would constantly have fights, water fights. 
  • And the bathroom would get all wet, and both hated to clean up later.
  • He would use the same shampoo as you, he likes fruity scents to start with.  
  • You usually shower at night because time, and Yoosung loves cuddling afterwards and falling asleep.

Saeran:

  • It would be so hard for him to start doing it, but lowkey loves it.
  • b l u s h i n g
  • -//////- 
  • he equally loves taking care of you and you taking care of him.
  • He would be sooo calm, like just hugging you under the shower brought him so much peace. 
  • Sometimes he forgets that you should actually be cleaning yourselves intead of just hugging or stroking each other’s back

Seven:

  • this is such a mess.
  • When he’s tired or stressed, he’s so much like his brother.
  • But when he’s not, you two just play in the water. 
  • Loves shampooing your hair and doing wierd hairstyles. (and let you do the same)
  • You both have soo many bath time pictures and stories. 
  • Sometimes when he has a lot of work, he doesn’t shower, so you’d get him really dirty on purpose. 
Mission Bad Boy - 1

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Notes: I do not think nerds are ugly, I definitely do not think Kim Namjoon is ugly. Literally everything is taken by Korea’s strict-ass beauty standards. 

I really hope you enjoy it! I’d love to hear what to think. Is it too out there?? Usually shit like this is the other way around, lololol. 4k Words

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Ugh, School.

Ugh, Math class.

You really couldn’t wait until you graduated. Just one and a half more years, and you would be out of this hell-hole for good. 

The autumn term of year 11 had begun only a few days ago, and your math teacher had blasted through at least three new concepts. You hoped that someone would be there to help you, but even your friend, Kim Jisoo, seemed to be struggling as much as you were.

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Did you break your hip? (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Summary: Bucky is new at the Tower and he is not comfortable with others, but as the time passes he starts to like Reader


“Y/N/N!” Tony’s voice was getting louder with every step he took closer to your room.
You dragged yourself from bed opening the door, looking at Tony. “What’s the problem can man?” He smirked at your nickname. His eyes got wider as he saw your shirt.
“So you are a fan?” You had your black iron man shirt on with your shorts.
“Well….” You stepped closer to him placing your finger on his chest. “ I was, when I was younger, not anymore ‘cause some things don’t age good as wine.” You placed a kiss on his cheek opening door wider for him. “So, where’s the fire old man?” Tony followed your movements throwing his body on your bed.

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Seven Days

Summary: This is for @saxxxology ‘s June Writing Challenge. Sam and the reader get involved in a dirty talk competition. So much smut ensues.

Warning: smut, orgasm delay, use of ice, SO MUCH DIRTY TALK

Word Count: 7200 (Not sorry at all)

A/N: This one got away from me. I hope that’s a good thing. @oriona75 @withoutaplease @blushingsamgirl @spectaculacular-sammy @thinkwritexpress @aprofoundbondwithdean

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 6

It’s so late at night here but as always here’s the next part to 7 years. Hope you guys enjoy it. <3

PS:

There’s a BTS song reference in here somewhere. I wonder if you can find it lmao

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 - Here  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15


Falling asleep after reading Jungkook’s note proved to be easier said then done and you found yourself staring at your ceiling, deep in thought. You couldn’t deny that lately you’ve felt a shift in your feeling towards Jungkook and his jealousy wasn’t helping you one bit. It secretly made you happy when he got frustrated over you and, now, who you hung out with.

When you finally admitted to yourself that you felt something more for Jungkook, sleep slowly crept in and the next thing you knew it was the next morning. You weren’t in a particular rush to meet Jung-Hoon and the fact that you were having a good hair day caused you to not even bother with makeup.

When 1:30 arrived, you left your house, bidding your sister and mother goodbye. The sun was out and it was late spring which meant that you could appreciate the warmth and your surroundings by walking to your destination. Arriving, you found Jung-Hoon seated at a table by the window, two drinks placed in front of him.

He seemed to notice you immediately as he waved to you and beckoned you over, sliding one of the plastic cups towards you.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I ordered you a caramel iced frappé.” Your eyebrows creased for a split second before you regained your cheerful mood.

“Well, you managed to order my favourite drink. Have you been watching me?” For some reason, Jung-Hoon stiffened at your joke and you blinked twice in confusion.

“Relax, Jung-Hoon. I’m just joking.” He let out a nervous chuckle and alarm bells rang in your head.

“I know you’re joking. It just caught me off guard.” You made up your mind. If anything weird happened you were definitely leaving. You knew when something wasn’t right and right now Jung-Hoon was making you extremely suspicious.

“Okay… so why did you want to hang out?” He paused at sipping his drink to look up at you through his eye lashes. Shooting you a dimpled smile, he rubbed the back of his head.

“I just think you’re a great person and wanted to get to know you better.”

Slowly nodding, you took a sip out of your own drink, watching him with slight caution. He seemed like he didn’t have any hidden motives and after you came to this conclusion you allowed yourself to relax a bit, resulting in an hour long conversation. Soon both of you held empty cups in your hand and Jung-Hoon stood from his seat, grabbing your cup.

“I’ll go throw these out and get their special dessert.”

Grabbing his hand, you stopped him from moving away.

“You don’t have to, I can pay for myself.” You received a shake of the head and a grin.

“No, don’t worry. I called you out so I should pay.” Taking your hand off his arm, he made his way to the bin and then the counter. He seemed to be genuinely nice but you felt that something was off.

Deciding to trust your gut feeling, you began to think of an excuse to leave. When Jung-Hoon approached your table, you opened your mouth to speak but was interrupted when he suddenly sat beside you leaving little to no space between your bodies.

“Um… what are you doing?” The blank stare you gave him did nothing to the sly smile that was currently present on his face and his hand landed on your thigh.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been so stiff this whole time. Just unwind…” he leaned in towards you and the puckering of his lips caused something inside you to snap.

So that’s what this was.

Smashing the palm of your hand into his face, you pushed him back, much to his surprise.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think you are to try some stupid shit like this but I’m not an easy girl. So I suggest you turn the fuck around and go back home Jung-Hoon.”

Apparently, he didn’t like that.

He snatched your wrist and pulled your hand off his face, leaning in once more. When you went to push him with your other hand, he restrained you.

Where the fuck was everyone in this café?

“No, you listen to me. Just fucking give me a kiss and stop being so stuck up. Then I’ll have no use for you and I’ll leave you alone.”

No use? What were you a fucking wet wipe?

“Let me go before I break your neck, you jerk.” You had no chance to follow through with your words because within a second, Jung-Hoon disappeared from in front of you.

It took you another split second to realise he was on the floor and someone was on top of him, fists raining down on his face.

“You worthless piece of shit! Who are you to touch my Y/N!” The possessive voice belonged to none other than Jungkook, who was mercilessly punching Jung-Hoon with every word.

To be honest, you had never seen him get into a fight so your shock caused you to freeze for a good minute or so. When you snapped out of it, you leaped out of your seat and proceeded to grab under his arms and pull him off the almost motionless body underneath him.

“Jungkook stop! I think he gets it!”
He ignored you and scrambled back to his target, grabbing his collar and bringing his fist back. Launching yourself at his back, you clung onto his arm, restricting him of any movement.

“Jeon Jungkook fucking stop!” When his full name left your mouth, his whole body froze and the hand that held Jung-Hoon’s collar slowly released its grip on it. He soon got back on his feet and grabbed you by your arm, hauling you up. It was only then that you noticed Namjoon standing before two boys that were clearly friends of Jung-Hoon.

“Hyung let’s go.” Namjoon snapped his attention to the both of you and shoved his hands in his pockets, stepping over Jung-Hoon’s body.

Jungkook dragged you out of the café and away from the watchful eyes of the bystanders. When you had made it down the street, he halted his movements and turned to face you.

“You alright? He didn’t do anything else did he?” Shaking your head, he visibly sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair.

“How did you know?” Returning his attention to you, he glanced at Namjoon then back at you.

“We were in the café the whole time, sitting at the back. His friends were on the table beside us and I heard them start talking about some bullshit bet they made and that’s when he tried to fucking kiss you.”

You made the connections in your head as Jungkook waited for your reaction. Normally, you would have been annoyed that he had followed you but it’s not like you actually wanted to be out with Jung-Hoon in the first place. So instead of snapping at him and walking away, you stepped forward and gave him quick peck on the cheek. Sure, you were acting out of character but his intentions were so innocent, even if he ended up beating someone to a pulp.

You also wouldn’t admit that the small crush you had on him that had been gradually growing caused you to want to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He didn’t seem all too shocked by it, if anything he seemed to be smug, the evidence being the smirk plastered on his face.  "Looks like your jealousy was helpful for something.“ Namjoon chuckled whilst Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

"But Namjoon why did you come with Kookie today?” He slung his arm over your shoulder and pinched your cheek affectionately.

“Well you see, since Seagull over here is like a little brother to me, that automatically makes you my little sister.” You burst into laughter at the nickname Namjoon had used and Jungkook’s eyes widened in embrassment. He once again grabbed your arm and all but wrenched you from Namjoon’s firm grasp.

“Come on, Y/N. We’re going back to mine to hangout with the others.” Rolling your eyes at his possessive nature, you allowed him to tug you down the streets, Namjoon following close behind with a dimpled grin.

-

Spending the rest of the day playing video games with the boys was more fun than it sounded. Taehyung’s constant whining whenever he lost against Jimin on Black Ops caused Yoongi to throw hilariously rude insults at the boy. It became worse when they bet on the line distribution of a demo song called ‘Cypher’.

The poor boy almost ended up in tears.

When the evening had crept in, they all began to bid their farewells  one by one leaving only you and Jungkook. Your initial plan was to head home but Jungkook had other ideas.

“I called your mum and she said it was fine for you to stay over.” You let out a huff of annoyance, navigating around his tall frame. “That’s not the point, you idiot. The point is I never said I was staying over, heck, you didn’t even mention it!”

Making your way to his front door, you slipped your shoes back on and grabbed your bag only to be stopped by Jungkook’s body blocking the exit.

“You’re not leaving. It’s too late for you to leave.” Glancing at your watch, you then raised an eyebrow at his pathetic attempt to keep you at his house.

“Its nine thirty.”

“Yeah! I’m not letting you leave this late.” He challenged your blank face with a glare. You were getting nowhere with this conversation until he switched tactics.

Out of nowhere, he dropped the glare and pouted. Not a playful pout, oh no, a sad pout he matched with 'puppy dog eyes’. You felt your resolve weaken and before you knew it you were dropping your bag to the floor.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay.” Suddenly, you were lifted up into the air and thrown over his shoulder. You let out small shriek at the sudden action and watched as stairs suddenly came into view. He only dropped you when he had reached his room and began searching through his drawers.

“Don’t worry, I have spare clothes you can wear and a spare toothbrush.”

“Oh really? Well do you happen to have spare underwear too?” You thought you had caught him there and you mentally patted yourself on the back. Your celebration was short lived, however, when he craned his neck and gave you a sly bunny-like grin.

“Oh my god, that’s so creepy, never do that again.” Your only reply was a fresh pair of underwear thrown at your face. Snatching the matching underwear duo from your face, you shot him a look that expressed how creeped out you were.

“Y/N, you didn’t actually think this was spontaneous did you? I’m 18, I know what I need to know.”

Why did It sound like he was quoting lyrics?

“Okay, as your friend I think it’s my duty to let you know that you’re as weird as it gets.” He only shook his head in mild amusement before handing you a pair of shirts and an old t-shirt. Taking both articles of clothing, you made your way to his bathroom whilst giving him a genuinely concerned look, to which he brushed off with a snicker.

Once you had changed, you exited the bathroom to find he had set up a bed on the floor which he was currently occupying. Not being one to turn down the opportunity of a bed, you stepped over him and climbed under his bed covers.

“Hey! Don’t you know that if you step over someone they get shorter!?”

“Jungkook, shut up.”

It wouldn’t be a real sleepover without snacks and a movie, so you both opted to watch Sin City and brought out bowls of popcorn and ice cream. If there was one thing you knew about Jungkook it was that the later it got, the more nonsense he spoke and apparently this hadn’t changed at all since the last sleepover you had all those years ago. When the movie had ended and you spent the next few hours speaking, you made the not so hard decision to make him go to sleep. As funny as it was to hear him spout crap, you knew he was going to embarrass himself.

“I think you need to sleep now, Kookie.”

“But I don’t want t-”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“…”

“We should get married, Y/N.”

“Shut up and sleep.”

“I’m being serious our kids would b-”

“Jungkook.”

“What?”

“Fucking sleep or I’ll burn your IU albums.”

That effectively shut him up.


better with you ft. dean

smut, angst, vulgar language

word count: 7345 

~

it had been two months now since you had broken up with him. he could never admit to anyone that he was devastated. when you left him, he fixed himself a drink which only led to more. sadly, he was an alcoholic now.

he’d spend most of his days and nights in the studio by himself, working on songs. sometimes he would sleep there and it wasn’t because he got tired or too drunk to drive home, but because he couldn’t sleep in his bed. it would only remind him of you.

other than his bestfriends hyoseob and millic, he talked no one else. they were all that he had, they really cared for him. on the days that he wouldn’t eat, they’d bring him food and say that you wouldn’t want him to not eat. reminding him of how you kept him fed and brought homecooked meals to the studio when you could’ve just bought him fast food.

as of right now, he had been forced by them to go out to the store with them. he needed some fresh air, he needed to actually get out instead of just hopping into a car and going straight home.

“i’m happy that you’re out hyung.” millic said to his pouty faced baggy eyed bestfriend, hyuk.

“so happy!” hyoseob patted hyuk’s back and smiled. “how are you feeling? do your eyes hurt from the sun?” he tried being sarcastic.

“i’m fine.” he sighed. “can we just hurry and leave? i need a drink.”

“no. it’s too early in the morning to be drinking. you drink too much, you know that isn’t healthy.” hyoseob said, in an annoyed tone.

hyuk stayed behind them, watching them gather up groceries in the cart made him even more pissed than he already was. he remembered going grocery shopping with you and how fun it was.

you would throw healthy stuff into the cart that hyuk couldn’t stand eating. he’d try to fill the cart up with junk food before you could fill it up but usually failed at that attempt. the food that you cooked was good to him, it’s just that sometimes…he wanted to have candy and cake for dinner. he could be a kid at times.

“hey isn’t this what y/n made on hyuk hyung’s birthday?” millic “whispered” to hyoseob.

although hyuk was zoned out, he heard that. he looked at the boxes on the shelf one time before he knew he was about to break. he bit down on his bottom lip and walked out of the store.

there was a bench by the door so he sat there and pondered. “why? why the fuck did she leave me?” he asked himself.

when you broke up with him, you told him that it was because he never had time for you. of course his career was a priority but so were you. but it seemed as if he put you to the side without thinking about your needs or wants. you needed and wanted him when he wasn’t there. you needed and wanted his love. but he barely ever gave you that. he thought that you would never leave him, he thought that you two were doing good but he thought wrong.

“dean? dean!” someone shrieked which made hyuk turn his head fast.

it was a fan. she was a teen so that explained her high pitched voice and non fully developed figure.

“can i…can we take a picture?” she asked.

he couldn’t let down a fan just because his life was shit…so he nodded and stood up. she stood beside him and pulled up the camera app on her phone. in less than a minute, she was gone.

that was another thing that reminded him of you. in the mornings, you would wake him up by kissing him but as soon as he opened his eyes, you’d snap a picture of him and run away. he’d never catch you, but it was a fun way to wake him up.

little did hyuk know, you still had those thousands of pictures in your phone.

“hyuk? we were looking for you!” hyoseob literally shouted.

“why did you come out here?” millic asked while he repositioned the plastic bags in his hands to prevent them from falling.

“i needed air.” he responded dryly. “let’s go.”

*

you were sitting with your friends, waiting on a move. ever since your breakup with dean, all you’ve been doing is going out. other than the romance category, your life was going well.

“how about we go to the club?” elkie suggested.

“ahh i don’t know, you know we have to meet up with chaeyoung at eleven.” yeun sighed.

you were kinda affiliated with a gang. the leader was your ex boyfriend from a long time ago, five years. your reason for still being around him was because he was also one of your close friends.

when you told him about the break up, he along with elkie and yeun was there to help you back to your regular self. the fact that it took you only a week to go back to regular old y/n showed a lot about their commitment.

“alright, let’s go to the club for about two guys hours then, we can go to the house.” elkie said as she grabbed her car keys.

the ride there was way more lit than the actual club since elkie brought her aux cord. of course you all were in vip since the money that you all made from dealing could buy you just about anything.

unlike you, elkie and yeun were dancing their asses off, doing sexy dances together. they urged you to participate in it but, you just weren’t feeling it.

you and hyuk met in this club and the same exact slow jam was playing. you remembered like it was yesterday, he smoothly sat beside you and just started taking to you. the both of you were drunk so that helped keep the conversation interesting and funny. his goal at first was to have a one night stand with you but, he fell in love. the funny thing is…you were sitting in the same booth.

“now i know you’re not thinking of dean.” yeun sat down beside you, poured a drink and then she gave it to you. “drink it y/n and let loose. i’m not asking you to drink it all.”

you took the liquor bottle from the table and took a big gulp, receiving a look of shock from both of your friends. you thought, fuck it..why not. you hated to be in your feelings especially in your feelings over someone who never had time for you.

“alright let’s dance!” elkie grabbed your hand and pulled you up.

honestly, you hated to dance in the club because you already got stares from just entering but it was something about tonight that you realized after drinking, you felt like getting loose was something that you needed to do.

five songs later, you were exhausted. “i bet you’re tired! y/n you killed it out there!” elkie sat down beside you and high fived you.

“there were some dudes that wanted talk to you but i handled it. they were hot though.” yeun laughed as she followed elkie.

you giggled before fixing yourself another drink, but right when you were about to take a sip, something told you to look up. and there sat hyuk.

he was sitting in another vip booth by himself, sipping a brown drink and tapping his fingers on his lap to the music. he looked bad. with his puffy eyes, bags, and messed up hair, you could tell that he wasn’t doing good.

you were still close friends with both millic and hyoseob. every now and then, you’d call them to check up on him and they would tell you that he’s doing okay. but he damn sure didn’t look okay.

half of you thought that it was best to just ignore his presence and the other half felt bad about leaving him, you still loved him but he could never love you again after what you did to him.

“hey it’s eleven.” you tapped elkie.

“it’s te-”

“it’s eleven now let’s go.” you got up and left to the car.

when you arrived to the house with the girls, it was actually eleven which made you feel a little better after what had just happened.

“eleven o'clock sharp, it’s always best to leave early.” you said with pride as you got out of the vehicle and headed to the doorstep, elkie and yeun followed.

you did the secret knock and waited for the security to slide the handle so that the door could be opened. after an additional two minutes, he came to the door.

“y/n? is that you?” a familiar voice asked. it was the ex, chaeyoung.

“yeah fool, let us in!” you shouted.

soon after hearing a bunch of locks being unlocked and chains rattling, the door was open. just as usual, the place was filled with smoke from blunts and smelled of alcohol.

“you do know that the meeting was at ten? and that y'all missed it. what were y'all doing?” you all sat down in the sitting area.

“we we’re going grocery shopping.” elkie lied, thinking that it could be believable since you three live together now.

yeun and you nodded in agreement and plastered the scariest smile on your faces.

“bullshit!” he slammed his hand on the coffee table which made elkie and yeun jump. “i told y'all to be here by ten because this meeting was what?”

“important!” yeun spat out in fear.

“yeah yeun, the meeting was important. who deals the drugs as of now since our other guys got killed?”

“us..” you grunted. you weren’t in the mood to hear this, so you got up and signaled for the others to follow behind.

“where are y'all going?!” he rose from the chair and rushed in front of you.

“home.” you pushed him out of the way and left out of the house.

“i love you y/n!” he shouted from the doorstep.

you turned your head sightly, and sent him a heart with your fingers before getting in the car and leaving.

he’d always tried to be strict with you, but it would never work because you’d never be in the mood to hear it. your relationship with him was bipolar, but that’s what made it special.

“how do you get to talk to him like that?” elkie asked.

“you keep forgetting that we used to date.” you responded.

“hey let’s do bad shit when we get to the house cause i still got energy.” yeun suggested as she hopped around in her seat.

you nodded and continued driving.

*
“hyung?” millic slowly knocked on the studio door before entering with someone. “jae is here.”

“hey dean.” she said as seductively as she could, making millic leave quicker than the last time.

jae was the girl who would drop everything and come over to satisfy this man’s needs if he called. but, she could only get him off with her mouth or cuddle with him because he would never fuck her. she couldn’t even call him hyuk or touch his hair because he wouldn’t let her.

“you look like you’re tired, we should cuddle?” she suggested.

hyuk nodded and finished saving his work before sitting on the couch. jae climbed under him and then, he wrapped his arms around her.

since she was also black, he’d imagine you in his arms at these times. he’d hold on to her so tight that she would often think that he had feelings for her. she had damn sure caught feelings for him. the only thing that didn’t stop her was that she didn’t know about you. she just thought that he was a lonely singer who needed love.

“goodnight.” she spoke, still in a seductive way.

hyuk didn’t reply, instead he just went straight to sleep. but unfortunately, he was awakened by a scream. he hopped off of the couch, literally making jae fall on the floor and sped to the location of the familiar voice.

“wha-”

“millic, you’re still here!?” hyuk asked the younger man, who was sitting in the dimmed lounge with his phone up to his face.

“hyung come look at this!” he rushed him to come over.

once he did, he gave hyuk the phone and the video played again. his eyes widened and his jaw dropped at what he saw. he didn’t know what or how to feel. it was you on the screen, waving a gun in the air with a collosal bag of weed up to your ear.

“gang! gang! gang!” you shouted.

hyuk plopped down in a chair and sighed, while still watching the looping video. “what the fuck happened to her?”

“dean?” jae walked into the room but quickly got sent back when hyuk told her to go back to sleep. but, she only hid by the doorway to ease drop.

“why is she like this?” his voice came out shaky, he needed answers.

“i don’t know…maybe she was or is suffering just like you and this is her only way to relieve stress.” millic shrugged.

“that’s impossible. just look at how happy and stupid she is. i have to see her..i have to stop her from fucking up her life.” he bit down on his lip. “you know..i keep her number saved cause i hope one day she’ll get the sense to call me and say she’s missing me as much as i’m missing her. but i know that isn’t happening so i-” he stopped himself once he felt tears fall down his face.

“please don’t cry hyung.” millic rushed over to his side and hugged him.

millic decided to stay over at the studio with hyuk and jae finally knew about you..

it was early in the morning when hyuk woke up, he ate a few granola bars that he kept in his bag before going back into the engineering room.

“dean? you’re awake?” jae’s voice filled up the comfortable silence.

“you’re still here?” he asked her.

“listen…we need to talk.” she grabbed a chair and sat beside him. “why are you so rude to me? and why don’t you ever talk to me?”

hyuk turned his body to face her. once their eyes meet each other, he spoke. “does it really matter?”

“yes.”

“i can’t talk to women.” he told her.

“you’re talking to me though. stop playing with me and spit out!” jae yelled in frustration.

“i fucking told you.” he responded coldly.

“but you were talking about some girl last night.” jae said, which caused hyuk to squint his eyes. “you were saying some female’s name in your sleep. y/n? who the hell is that?!”

hyuk huffed and leaned over, resting his head on his fist. “it’s none of your business.”

“you’re an asshole and a liar!” she punched him, in the chest causing him to hyperventilate and her eyes shot open wide. he then fell over onto the floor, he was a coughing and breathless mess.

“millic!” she shouted. “help!”

in less than thirty seconds, millic came running into the room.

“what the fuck happened!” he got on his knees and pulled out his phone. “hyung hang on! do you have your asthma pump?!”

he nodded his head and pointed over to his bag. millic moved as fast as lighting to the bag and back. “here!”

unfortunately, there was only one pump left.

“do you think that y/n might have your other one?!” millic asked and after receiving a hesitant nod, he dialed your number.

*
you had just showered and was about to leave the house with elkie and yeun to deliver some drugs to customers.

“y/n your phone is ringing!” elkie shouted from the bathroom.

you slowly walked to your ringing phone, seeing that it was millic. “yeah?”

“do you have hyuk hyung’s asthma pump?! please tell me you do! we’re at the studio and he’s about to die! please if you do bring it now!!” millic was panicking, screaming at you over the phone.

“im on my way.” you started to look for the pump that you kept just in case something like this happened.

once you found it, you swung open the door and jumped over the porch steps to your car.

“where are you going?!” yeun ran onto the steps and asked you.

“im sorry!” you got in the car and started the engine.

once you got to the studio, you jetted to the back where you knew that he always worked.

“hyuk! millic?” you shouted around until you found them.

you ran past the female that stood in the doorway and down to the ground beside hyuk. you handed him the asthma pump and helped him sit up. as you watched him give himself air, you became overwhelmed with mixed emotions. you hadn’t been this close to each other for two months and for some reason, you were about to break down into tears. you missed him so much.

once he could breath regularly, millic and you helped him up to his chair. immediately after he was seated, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your abdomen.

“how did this happen?” you asked, not caring too much about who answered you.

“i don’t know, he was in here with her and i was sleeping. but she woke me up and called me in here.” millic said as he watched hyuk pull you closer to him by your waist. hesitantly, you put your hand in his hair and ran your fingers through it repeatedly. he closed his eyes and nuzzed his nose on your sweater. it fucking broke your heart.

“are you his girlfriend?” you asked jae, afraid of what she might say. it would hurt a lot if he moved on so quick.

“yes.” she hesitated.

“you’re not.” hyuk mumbled more to himself than to you, pulling you onto his lap.

“please just stay here with me.” he whispered.

you were fucking confused at this moment. if he had a girlfriend, then why was he doing this? especially in front of her.

as bad as you wanted to stay,  you knew that you had to go. you pulled yourself out of his grip and grabbed his asthma pump.

“if he ever has an asthma attack, please get him to use this as quickly as possible. and when he’s back to normal, run your fingers through his hair, it calms him. and also, if you cuddle with him, it’ll help him relax, okay?” you told jae, while handing her the pump.

“okay.” she nodded.

and with that, you left.

“im so sorry hyuk.” jae spat out after she heard the door close.

“don’t fucking call me hyuk. as a matter of fact, don’t call me anything cause you’re fired.” hyuk slowly but sternly responded. “please millic, please get her out of here.”

millic nodded and attempted to show jae the way out.

“i know stuff about her.” she shoved him away from her.

hyuk laughed because he didn’t believe her, how could she possibly know anything about you? “what do you know?”

“that she’s a drug dealer and she works for chaeyoung.” she crossed her arms and smirked. “and she stays with two other girls who drug deal too. i bet they do drugs while licking each other’s pu-”

“millic please get this bi- woman out of here!” hyuk shouted.

millic snatched the asthma pump from her hand and threw it on the couch before grabbing jae’s wrist and literally throwing her out.

hyuk pulled out his phone and went to the caller id. he sat for five minutes and pondered on whether or not he should call you.

he started to scroll down, until he saw your name. it didn’t even matter to him that you were probably mad because, he just needed to talk.

“who’s this?” a deep voiced male answered the phone, causing hyuk’s heart to drop. he hoped that you had changed your number. he hoped that nothing bad happened to you and he damn sure hoped that you didn’t move on that fast.

“is this y/n’s number?” he asked.

“give me my phone chae!” hyuk heard you shout and giggle.

right after hearing you shout that name hyuk remembered jae saying something about chaeyoung. was it true? he thought.

he tried hard to not think about it but, he couldn’t get it off of his mind now. he wondered what made you turn to drugs if you were the one who broke his heart. if anything, he needs to do drugs, not you.

“hello unknown who are you?” you asked.

“can we talk?” he asked.

“hyuk….? text me tonight.” you whispered before abruptly hanging up.

*

you were just now leaving chaeyoung’s house after discussing with him about what happened today. luckily, he understood so you didn’t receive a punishment.

it was about seven pm when your phone started to ring. you answered it when you turned to take the back road back home.

“hello who’s this?”

“you wanna know what’s funny.” hyuk’s comforting voice echoed through your phone.

“ohh it’s hyuk…what?”

“your number is still saved in my phone but mine isn’t in yours. is that step one of moving on?”

“haha very funny. it’s not.” you hid your laugh.

“listen y/n, i know that you’ll probably say no bu-”

“but what?” you rushed him.

“well if you would’ve let me finish…i was gonna ask if you could meet me.”

“meet you where?”

“you know where im at.” he was telling the truth. you knew that he was always at the studio. it was his life.

“okay…im on my way.”

*

you parked your car in the parking lot of the studio and checked yourself in the mirror before heading in.

“y/n..” hyuk’s head popped up when he saw you. he was about to hug you but you curved him and sat in the chair beside his.

“how have you been the past 64 days, 1536 hours and 5529600 seconds and counting?” he asked you as he proceeded to take a sip of a brown substance but you stopped him.

“since when have you drank alcohol here? you only drink when you’re out and you barely go out.” you asked.

“since you left me to be a drug dealer.” he said this while looking into your eyes, it affected you greatly.

“hyuk… it’s my only source of income and i thought you were doing fine. i mean, you do have a girlfriend.” you said, it was best to tell the truth.

“your only source of income? are you fucking kidding me y/n? you just graduated from college and you’re telling me that the occupation you chose is drug dealing? and what’s up with that video you posted last night? you’re fucking up your reputation.” although hyuk was more than angry with you, he spoke calmy. “and she isn’t my girlfriend. just someone that sucked me off if you want the honest truth.”

“hyuk..i got so used to you caring for me that i couldn’t go out in the real world and look for a real job. chaeyoung, the guy you fought over me years ago offered me…well i’m not in his gang but im cool with everyone and they protect me. and you know that i had problems with those “dirty” girls from daegu. he told me that it’s what i had do or just like you know, he knows…i could’ve gotten killed. so as the weeks passed, those girls stopped fucking with me and i decided to stay because i was so thankful.“

“then why did you leave me? you wouldn’t be in all of this shit if you were still with me y/n.”

now was your time to tell him why. you often thought to yourself, ‘why did i break up with him on his birthday and not even tell him why?’ at the moment, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing, but thinking back on it now, you felt like a bitch.

“you never had time for me. you know, when you came home late…i thought that you were cheating instead of working like you said you were. we were so distant yet so close in bed. did you only use me for sex or was i just your little shiny trophy that you loved to show off?”

“i would’ve made time for you if you talked to me. or if you wanted me home early, i damn sure would’ve came home early y/n because i fucking love you. i love you so much and the fact that you think that i was using you hurts me. i loved sex with you, i loved showing you off, but what i loved the most was that i could come home to you. now i can’t because you left me and i’ve been fucked up ever since.”

hearing him say all of that was enough to make you cry. and so you did. hyuk leaned over and pulled you close to him.

“im so sorry hyuk.” you said although it wasn’t all that you wanted to say. your words just choked up. you got out of your chair and straddled him, only to ly your head on his shoulder and cry some more.

“i won’t accept your apology until you quit your little job.” hyuk spoke with honest words.

“but i need money.” you sat up, resulting in dean putting his hands on your thighs.

“i’ll take care of you.”

*

“shit…” you woke up in your former bed, in your former house and with your back against your former boyfriend’s chest. you looked down and noticed that you weren’t wearing anything but an oversized shirt.

you didn’t even have to wonder how you got here, because you knew. right after hyuk and you made things up, he asked if you could stay “for a while longer” since he was gonna be alone if you left.

“y/n wait..” hyuk grabbed your wrist just before you could get out of the door.

“what is it?”  you asked.

“i know that we agreed to start over as friends but…can you stay for a while longer? i missed you being here with me and now you’re finally here. i can’t let you go. at least not now.”

you sighed, noticing how desperate and hopeful he looked. you gave in and sat in the sofa that was located a few feet away from his work area.

“why are you so far? come here, please.”

you got up and sat back in the seat that you were previously in. “better?”

“better.” he said as he took a sip of his alcohol.

“hey let me try some.” you reached for his cup and gulped the whole thing down receiving an annoyed but surprised look from hyuk.

“since when have you been this prone to alcohol?” he laughed as he reached under the table and placed a hennessey bottle in front of you.

“take a guess.”

“oohh, so i see that you weren’t doing too good either.”

“eh.” you held your hand up horizontally and shook sideways it to show that you were in between not good and good.

“well, let’s drink and forget about the past, just for the night.” hyuk suggested and you agreed.

that’s all that you remember.

“hyuk?” you semi whispered while you nudged him.

“yeah baby?” he murmured which sent chills down your spine. it had been a long time since you heard his sleepy voice and he knew what it did to you. and feeling his morning wood on the back of your thigh didn’t help but, you had to be strong.

“i’m not your baby…hyuk.” you accidentally moaned his name when he tightened his grip on you and little big hyuk had transcended to your ass.

“you are my baby. you’re my everything.” he pecked your neck.

“no, i’m your friend remember?” you exhorted him to stop playing around.

“the both of us know that we could never be just friends.” hyuk continued to kiss your neck, receiving quiet and soft moans from you.

“hyuk…”

“that’s right baby say my name.” he snuck his fingers into your panties. “you want me just as bad as i want you. you’re wet. don’t hide it.”

“you’re fucking slick..” you managed to say since you could barely breath with hyuk’s fingers inside of you. for two months you hadn’t done anything sexual so this was like a breath of fresh air.

he chuckled and took those two fingers to his mouth before disappearing under the sheets and pulling off your underwear. he grabbed you by your thighs and-

“god bless america!” you moaned aloud without even thinking of what you said.

as soon as hyuk’s tongue hit your spot, your toes curled and you arched your back in pleasure. you pulled the sheets down to see him in action. you had the urge to push his head up to let him know that you were ready and so you attempted that.

“you want me inside of you already?” hyuk asked you with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“yes hyuk…i want you now.” you said through gritted teeth.

that was all that he had to hear before climbing on top of you and positioning himself at your center. “you know, we still haven’t kissed.”

you hesitated but surely tilted your head up and puckered your lips. he smiled down at you and leaned in. the kiss turned disgustingly wet, enough to distract you from what hyuk was about to do.

he pushed himself inside of you slowly, letting you get readjusted to his size with every inch. you who was totally unaware of what he was doing, gasped and tilted your head up.

“you’re so beautiful.” hyuk said as he moved the strings of hair from out of your face.

you couldn’t reply with words, just with moans that drove hyuk to keep going slow, deep and steady. you missed sex with hyuk, you missed how he took his time, how he would call you beautiful all while fucking the shit out of you.

he managed to get his shirt off and prop up on his elbows. “take your shirt off.” he told you while he still grinded inside of you. purposely making it hard for you to remove your hands from his shoulder and back. you attempted to, with your shaky hands you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor. success.

he pulled out of you, making you whimper from feeling the emptiness that was once the opposite.

“all fours.” he helped you turn around and arch your back just how he liked it. and little did you know that he had the biggest smile on his face. he was finally having you again, in your bed.

he grabbed you by your hips, and positioned himself, once again at your entrance. with only his tip touching you, you were a mess. you needed him bad.

“i want you so bad.” you bit down on your lip when you heard him reply with a chuckle.

“i want you too princess..” he entered you, feeling that warmth that he loved and would kill for.

the room was quickly filled up with both moans and groans coming from the both of you. as hyuk sped up his pace, he smacked your ass, making you arch your back a little more than it was. you buried your face in a pillow and literally screamed out in pleasure.

“you like this? is this pretty kitty all mine?” he asked after he slowed down and began hip rolling himself into you with full force.

“yes hyuk…it’s all yours.” you gripped the sheets and took every inch of what he was giving you.

*

soon after the both of you came, you showered together which only led to round two. you were currently in the bathroom, detangling your hair and grooving along to the music that hyuk played through his speakers.

hyuk was downstairs, fixing a basic meal that you taught him how to cook a few months back. chicken and waffles.

as you finished up, you moved back to the room to make up the bed. while in the process, you thought about how fast you and hyuk made up and how fast the “make up sex” came about. neither of you didn’t think of it as make up sex though, rather as just…something casual.

when you lived with hyuk morning sex wasn’t anything new. he was a freak for you, and nobody else. you craved him just as much as he craved you and that’s what you loved about your relationship with him. young, carefree sex.

when you were finished, you threw on one of hyuk’s shirts and grabbed your phone before heading downstairs to the kitchen. when you got there, it looked like he was almost finished with the waffles. he was standing at the drive, bobbing his head..in his own little world.

“hello..” you said while you snuck behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, causing him to jump.

“you scared me.” he laughed and turned around, he pecked your lips and handed you a plate.

“it looks good!” you said in shock, receiving an annoyed look from hyuk.

“what are you trying to say? i made this before remember?” he scrunched his face up at you.

“i remember you sending me a picture of chicken and waffles and you saying that you made it but i also remember seeing a logo from a cooking show on the bottom left corner.” you giggled, before pouring syrup all over your waffles.

“ahh shut up and eat.” he looked down while laughing at himself. it was cute to him…how you remembered.

“hey hyuk?”

“yeah?” he looked up.

“you said that you didn’t have a girlfriend right?” you asked him, remembering yesterday.

“i do..” he rested his head on the palm of his hand and stared at you.

and with that, your heart dropped. after what just happened you couldn’t believe it. he had to have used you for sex. does he think that you’re just some toy? what could you have possibly done to deserve this? he was looking more like a fuckboy as the seconds passed.

“are you serious?! i thou-”

“it’s you.” he cut you off.

“ooh…” was all that you could say. you were embarrassed, you were surely about to spazz on him.

“move back in…we can start over. and i promise that i will have time for you.” he grabbed your hand, anticipating your answer.

you felt wishy washy about it. yeah he promised, but could he keep it?

“i’m gonna to need some time to think about it…is that okay with you?”

“yes, that’s perfect. it’s better than a no.” he squeezed your hand before letting it go and carrying the dishes to the sink.

suddenly, your phone started vibrating… chaeyoung was calling. you hesitated at first to call him once you saw that he had called twenty times earlier. it was most likely gonna be a bad conversation if you answered. but you had to answer or else, you’d be tracked down by now.

“hello?” you got up from the island and walked a distance away from hyuk.

“where the hell are you? elks and yeun are telling me that you have the drugs in your car. the guys are here! get your ass here now before we have to have a shootout!” he hung up.

you turned around to meet eyes with hyuk, he was ease dropping. your loud phone and chae’s yelling made him able to do so.

“i’m going with you and you’re gonna end things with him alright?”

you nodded and proceeded to get ready to leave.

*

luckily you left a few pair of pants at hyuk’s house when you broke up. if you hadn’t made that mistake, you’d be walking into chae’s ‘house’ wearing men’s pants that would be far too big for you.

once you got to the door and did all of the things that you needed to do to be able to enter, you signaled for hyuk to lock the door. before you left, you showed him where your gun was just in case someone tried something.

“y/n!” elkie and yeun ran up to you, giving you hugs and kisses.. everywhere including your lips. not that it was surprising.

“where were you? you were gone for so long! and you know, chae is upset with you…like very.”

“hyuk’s.” you whispered. “he’s in the car so please be helpful and watch him for me please?” you asked them, quickly receiving nods from them.

“y/n you’re in trouble.” chaeyoung crept up behind you, placing a gun on your shoulder.

“you’re seriously trying to scare me? it’s not working and here’s the bag that you so desperately need.” you turned around, handing him the drugs.

“chae, this is who you have working for you? what does she do? set people up?” some random guy said to chae before getting hit in the mouth by one of chae’s gang members.

“i don’t work for him.” you spoke. “i’m done with this lifestyle chae.”

“what?” he asked you.

“you heard me, i could be doing better than this. i didn’t go to college to be a drug dealer chae. im done.” you proceeded go out of the door until he grabbed your wrist.

“i thought that we could be together again one day. you were supposed to be my bonnie y/n.” he said.

you managed to wiggle your wrist from out of his grip. “well you thought. bye chae.”

although you got out of the house, him and at least five other guys followed you.

“you really brought him to my territory?” he asked you, after noticing hyuk. “you know..” he came closer to you and pulled you into a forced hug which triggered hyuk. just as expected.

he got out of the car. “let her go.”

“ooh we meet again? it’s always nice to see the guy who broke my arm and stole my girl from me.” chae laughed. “listen, you gonna have to fight me if you want me to let her go. and if you want me out of her life, i suggest you make me bleed. i should warn you, my fighting skills have advanced.”

hyuk didn’t hesitate to pull off his jacket and throw it at elkie. “yahh jackass…” she murmured as she caught it.

chaeyoung let you go and put all of his focus on hyuk. “if you lose, my boys will kill you.” he said, getting in his stance.

“alright bet.” hyuk did the same.

“god please..” you whispered to yourself. you couldn’t bare to look, you wished that you didn’t even let him come. it’s not that you didn’t have confidence in him, it’s just that this is a dangerous game.

as expected, chaeyoung tried to cheap shot hyuk but he had a quick reflex to it. he ducked and hit chae with a low blow, causing him to lean over in pain.

“your fighting skills are what?” hyuk asked with a smirk on his face while he watched chae suffer from the hit.

he hit him again, this time making him fall to his knees. chaeyoung quickly reached for his pockets, looking for anything that could to help defend himself. what he was doing was barely visible to hyuk, only you and the girls could see.

“dean he’s got a knife!” yeun shouted before you could.

hyuk backed away just when chaeyoung swung his knife, targeting his legs. this drove hyuk with anger. he kicked the knife out of chae’s hand and climbed on top of him.

“you are fucking weak!” he threw several punches at him and didn’t stop until two big guys threw him off. “if you fuck with my woman again, i’ll knock your fucking head off.” hyuk threatened him, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the car with elkie and yeun following. they both ended up in the passenger and driver seats so hyuk and you ended up riding in the back.

“hyuk are you okay? are you hurt?” your girlfriend mode instantly kicked in. you grabbed his face by his cheek and turned his head to the side to look for any bruises or cuts.

he laughed and put his hand over yours, massaging it with his thumb. “im fine mocha. he didn’t even let a finger on me. his fighting skills advanced alright.”

the car filled up with laughter. “you two back together or something?” yeun asked.

“yupp.” you said. “and i’ll be moving out.”

hyuk turned his head to face you so quick that it almost snapped. his eyes were as wide as they could get and he wore a broad smile. he couldn’t believe it, everything was gonna be back to normal.

“yes!” yeun and elkie cheered in unison, while they high fived each other.

“what? why are y'all so happy about that?” you asked, feeling a little hurt.

“because, we don’t have to hear you two having sex anymore.”

“it was only like five times and i moved out so why are y'all holding such a grudge?” you laughed along with an embarrassed hyuk.

“no, it was at least twelve and yeah you did move out, but we are scarred forever.” yeun said.

“yeah see, it’s good that you two are back together but it’s even better that you’re moving back in with him. what if you weren’t? we’d have to get use to hearing the headboard hitting against the wall at like one in the morning and ‘hyuk! hyuk! daddy!’ and all those moans and grunts..ugh i remember like it was yesterday.” elkie cringed at the memory.

“anyways you should call millic and hyoseob for a chill session. we should do it at the studio.” you changed the subject and suggested to hyuk.

he nodded and wrapped his arm around you. “sounds cool, i’ll call them now.”

*

when you arrived at the studio, hyoseob and millic were already there waiting. they were excited about the news and they couldn’t wait to see you and hyuk together in person again. seeing hyuk happy made them happy.

“y/n!” hyoseob shouted as he ran over to you and hugged you, he attempted to run his fingers through your hair in which he always failed. it was a playful thing that you and him did.

“we properly meet again.” millic hugged you and then, hyuk.

there were already a bunch of shots lined up on the table along with small snacks that went well with alcohol. there was even a playlist waiting to be played. everything was perfect just like it usually was.

“turn on the music.” yeun said.

millic went over to the soundboard and started the playlist. some jazz song came on but whatever it was, everyone was feeling it. the mood was relaxing and chill. dimmed lights, alcohol, snacks, and hyuk was all that you needed to feel free.

you sat in his lap and fed him the small snacks while you shared a drink. “so, you know i gotta make this official. would you like to date me y/n?” hyuk asked in formal korean.

“yes i would love to date you.” you kissed him teasingly, letting his tongue slip into your mouth for a split second until you pulled away. “wait until we get home.”

“mhmm..i love you y/n.”

“i love you too.” you replied.

and you meant it. you loved that man so much, you’ll never leave him again.

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Pancakes and Coffee [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader got stood up by her date and Lin is there to save her.

Word Count: 1,164

Warnings: None, not even cursing, this is THE PUREST FLUFF OF ALL

A/N: This was THE CUTEST???? I read a post on a promt like this sometime ago and just had to work on it. I love how this turned out, and I hope you guys like it was well!

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“I’ll just wait a few more minutes, he’s probably stuck in traffic, thank you.” Your eyes went back to your phone once again. You could feel it, the staring. The coffee shop you chose for your blind date with the guy your coworker set you up with was near close to Broadway, only a few blocks away from Times Square, there was no way he didn’t find the place or got lost in traffic.

You’ve been stood up for the first time.

It wasn’t a good feeling, at all. You could almost listen to the old women gossiping about it a few tables away from yours, and the waitress talking about how you were sitting alone with a glass of water on your booth, waiting for a date that just wasn’t going to show up.

When the bell by the door ringed for the millionth time since you arrived, you looked up from your phone, hoping for Mike, but it was just another guy: long hair tied up in a ponytail, headphones around his neck and a backpack that didn’t go with the gray sweater he was wearing on that autumn morning. Something about him was just captivating, so you watched him go stand in line to order.

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Disneyworld

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF

A/N: i don’t know how the hell are called the cars where you sit in the rides, so i call them “ride car”

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“Oh, my God! Joshua it’s Mickey!” you screamed with excitement while you grabbed your boyfriend’s arm.

“(Y/N) please be mature, we’re not even inside the park” Tyler said rolling his eyes. Jenna looked at him with both brows raised. “What?”

“Ignore that his here, babe.” Josh whispered to your ear.

You smiled and gave Josh a little kiss on his tattooed shoulder. It wasn’t the first time that the guys and Jenna went to Disneyworld but that was your first time there and that was the reason for your excitement.

Once that you entered in the park, Josh opened his arms. “I can smell the cotton candy, baby.”

It was true, you could the smell cotton candy and popcorns too. Certainly, that day was going to be great. Jenna got close to you and put an arm around your shoulders. Both of you smiled.

Some workers gave to each of you a little hat with Mickey’s ears. Tyler and Josh put them on  for a picture. The hat was cute but maybe it wasn’t a good idea using it in the rides, but the boys kept them on.

“Who’s ready for the rides?” Tyler asked. “I think that I’m not.”

All of you decided to go to a part of the park called Adventureland. According to Josh, there was an aquatic ride. A lot of Disney characters said hello to you while you were walking near them. Maybe they reconogised the boys, but it meant a lot to you. You couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love it.” you heard that Josh said, but you were too distracted looking around you so didn’t answered to him. “Babe you’re worse that Tyler when we came the first time!”

“Yeah, yeah, Tyler.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“I think that the answer to that question is no.” Jenna said while her and Tyler laughed. “She’s excited. Leave her.”

Josh shook his head, gave you a kiss on the cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist. The feeling of him being to close made you come back to the reality. You two didn’t get separated until you arrive at the aquatic ride that Josh mentioned. Before taking a sit next to your boyfriend, you saved your phone and Josh’s hat in your backpack. Obviously, you didn’t want it to get wet.

Tyler, who was sitting in front of Josh, turned back and looked at you. “I hope that you don’t shout as much as Josh did the las time, (Y/N).” you laughed. Jenna turned his head too.

“That’s not true. The only who shouted that day was Tyler.”

“I did it on purpose, of course.”

You put your hand on Tyler’s face and pushed him back. The ride was starting to move. From your seat, you could see the people who had just got out the ride and then you knew that wearing a white T-shirt that day had been a very bad idea. Josh put his hand on your thigh to capt your attention. When you turned your head to look at him, he kissed you in the lips. A smile appeared on his lips when he realised that you were surprised.

“What’s this about, Joshua?”

“It’s about I love you.”

“Oh, come on! Not here!” Tyler said. You hit him on the back of his head in response.

“Good punch, baby.” Josh said before giving you another kiss.

“Thank you.”

“Josh you’re out of the -”

Tyler stopped talking when he realised that the ride car were about to plummet. Josh raised his arms just like Tyler and everybody in the car started to scream. Seconds later, you felt the water falling onto your body. Fortunately you were in  the middle of July.

“Please tell me that they haven’t took a picture of us.” you laughed, pulling on your shirt that had stuck in your body because of the water. “I’ve seen a flash up there.”

“Probably. I’ve seen it too.” Jenna answered shaking her hair. “I bet that we look so sexy in that picture.” 

“I think the same. I’m completely sure.”

Josh helped you to get out of the ride car and winked at you when you gave him back his Mickey hat.

“Babe.” he called you. “Right now I’m seeing to much.”

You looked confused and he pointed to your shirt with his finger. However, you smiled. “It’s not the first time that you see this bra, Jishwa.

“Neither the last.”

Suddenly, Josh pulled you up from the ground and carried you on his arms for a while. “Hey Ty, why don’t you take a picture?” your boyfriend said.

“Sure. Where’s your phone?”

“On my back pocket. Take it, you know the password.”

“Como on, bro. Don’t make me do that.”

At last, Tyler took Josh’s phone from his pocked and took the picture of us.

“Done, love birds.”

The red haired boy let you again on the floor and kissed you on the forhead. You loved when he did that.

“Hey Josh, you have something on your lips.” you said smiling.

“What?”

“A kiss.”

You kissed him and put your arms around his neck. He grabbed you tight and pulled you closer.

“I love you so fucking much, (Y/N).”

“I love you more.”

You two felt to arms around your bodies by surprise. 

“I love you too much more, love birds.”

“Tyler you’ve ruined everything!”

Diversity

REQUEST by KNOWDAGIRLM: Uhmm if yhuu don’t mind writing a Roman smut where thick reader is upset because her bf broke up with her and the women pick on her about her weight Roman finds her crying and he makes her feel better if it’s not too much😘

Warning: Smut, language, slight harassment
Disclaimer: I gotta practice fam, don’t judge. Feedback is more than welcome. Enjoy!
(A/N) I’m sorry guys, this is poorly written. I promise the next one will be better. Also, whoever is reading this, you’re beautiful from the inside and outside, don’t change for anyone♥️

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‘’So that’s it?’’ I asked frustrated. ‘’You just wanna end everything we have and pretend like nothing happened between us?’’

‘’Listen y/n, I can’t help the fact that I’m no longer in love with you anymore,’’ my apparently now ex-boyfriend Will, nonchalantly huffed. ‘’I don’t want to sound harsh, but I need something new, diversity.’’

‘’What the hell,’’ I laughed from disbelieve, ‘’you want ‘diversity’? I’m not diverse enough for you?’’

‘’Not for me, maybe for someone else.’’ He grabbed his bags and walked towards the door. ‘’I doubt that.’’ Will mumbled under his breath. I wanted to kick his ass for what he said at the end, but decided to just let it pass because it won’t get me anywhere.

‘’Just take your ass out of here and don’t come back.’’ I sighed and fell back on the couch as Will left. Tears started to fall down my face, feeling both sadness and relieve for some reason. Me and Will have been dating for two years and we never really had problems, until a few months ago. He started to complain about the way I did things, my eating pattern, and many other things. I still loved him despite the way he acted towards me and he told me he loved me as well. I wiped my tears away and stood up, walking to my room. My mood went from 100 to 0 real quick and honestly, I didn’t want to do anything, but promised myself to go to the gym. I never really liked my body the way it was, that’s why I began to work out. Being surrounded by girls who didn’t have to worry about their body and weight, didn’t really help my confidence in any way. Looking in the mirror, I did my hair in a messy bun and grabbed my bag.

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Once in the gym, I wore my shoes as some other girls made their way inside the dressing room. Both of them were skinny and looked amazing. As I checked my phone, I heard them whisper. About what, I was not sure, but by the way they looked at me, I just knew it was about me. I bit my tongue to keep myself from bursting out in tears, but I wasn’t going to do that in front of them. Letting out a small sigh, I walked out of the dressing room, into the gym. It was pretty serene; not many people came to the gym on a Saturday evening. All of my friends went out or did other stuff I wasn’t really interested in. Personally, I’m quite coy and I try to keep myself on the background as much as possible. Talking about staying on background, I walked to the other side of the gym, starting with squats. Half way my exercise, the two girls settled a couple meters away from me.

‘’I bought this new dress to wear this weekend,’’ the brunette bragged, ‘’I bet she wouldn’t fit it.’’ She quietly chuckled, signing to me.

‘’I agree, it’s too tight for her. I bet you’ll get all the boys, especially that hot guy over there.’’ The blonde pointed towards the dumbbells. I slightly turned away to see who they were talking about. The handsome, dark haired, muscled man was standing over there, trying to decide what he was going to do. ‘’I heard his name is Roman or something, why don’t you go and talk to him, before she does. Not that she makes any chance.’’

‘’You think he’d find her pretty? Girl, please.’’ The brunette huffed and smirked at me as she walked towards him. I couldn’t take all the pressure anymore so I walked out of the gym and sat on the stairs. Tears started to fall down my face, feeling terrible. After what must’ve been five minutes of crying my eyes out while my head in my hands, I heard the door open. I wasn’t going to look up. It was probably one of the girls who weren’t done insulting me.

‘’Are you okay?’’ I heard a male voice asking me. Confused, I looked up. To my surprise, Roman was sitting next to me. The two of  us talked before and we could luckily get along. I always liked him but since I was still in a relationship, I couldn’t do anything. Plus, how could he like girl like me?

‘’Not really no,’’ I chuckled, quickly wiping my tears away, ‘’things are working against me today and I just feel like shit.’’

‘’What happened?’’ He asked concerned.

‘’Well,’’ I sat up and took a deep breath, ‘’my boyfriend broke up with me, saying I’m not diverse enough for him and those girls over there are making shit ass comments about me and my body. I’m not trying to act pathetic or something, it’s just that it’s getting too much for me to handle.’’

‘’Babygirl, look at me,’’ Roman intertwined his fingers with his, forcing me to look at him, ‘’You’re beautiful okay? If other people don’t see that, that’s their problem. You’re you and that’s what counts. I’ve always admired you as a person, y/n. Not to mention the way you look, your body, damn girl.’’ He said, shaking his head. I laughed and looked at our hands. ‘’Your personality is more diverse than anyone I know.’’ He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. ‘’Can I show you how beautiful you are to me?’’ Roman whispered. Not knowing what to say or expect, I nodded slowly. He stood up, our fingers still locked, guiding me up too. We walked into the storage room, which was pretty big.  

‘’What are we doing here?’’ I laughed as he closed the door behind us and turning on the lights which were dimed. ‘’How are you going to…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as he crushed his soft lips against mine. I kissed him back with a level of need which I didn’t know existed. He smiled against me as he pushed me against the wall, his huge frame pressing against me. My hands grabbed his arms as his left hand grabbed my ass, lifting me up easily. As my legs were wrapped around his waist and my back leaning against the cold concrete wall, I suddenly felt my whole body react to his touch. His hand against my stomach, sliding inside of my panties. Two of his fingers slowly pushed inside of me, making my mouth pop open. ‘’Oh fuck..’’ I moaned.

‘’Feels good baby?’’ His hoarse voice questioned me as he kept going. I nodded as my head fell back, giving him full access to my bare neck and he took full advantage of that. Kissing, sucking and licking on the spot right underneath my ear, I felt his fingers picking up the pace. ‘’You’re so beautiful,’’ He murmured against my skin, ‘’are you close?’’ he asked. It was like my body became numb of the pleasure since I wasn’t capable of answering. As I felt myself reaching my peak, he pulled his fingers out and sucked off my juices. He hummed and smirked as he kissed me again. I took off my sweatpants and tossed them somewhere behind him, doing the same with my top, leaving me fully naked against him. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to his ankles, stepping out of them. Doing all of his while still holding me with one arm This man is truly impressive. I moaned in his mouth as I felt the head of his dick against my pussy. ‘’I’m gonna make you feel so good y/n,’’ He bites back a moan as he slid his shaft inside of me. I immediately felt fuller as he filled me amazingly.

‘’Oh my god…’’ I moaned as he started thrusting slowly, ‘’Roman..’’

‘’Shit y/n, you’re gorgeous, you feel so good wrapped around my dick.’’ He groaned, fingers digging deeper in my thighs. My grip on his shoulders tightens as he started to fuck me harder.

‘’Fuckk! Roman please,’’ I pleaded, making him smile against my neck, ‘’make me cum.’’

‘’Oh I’m going to babygirl, don’t you worry about that.’’ He slid out of me and put me down, turning me around so my back faced his chest. His hands spread my ass as he slid his dick back inside of me in no time, both of us moaning loudly at the pleasure. ‘’Jesus you’re beautiful.’’

‘’Please Roman,’’ I cried out in pleasure. His hand traveled down my body, circling my clit slowly.

‘’Cum for me baby,’’ His deep voice whispered in my ear, sending me over the edge. My walls clenched around his dick, making Roman groan loudly. ‘’Oh fuck baby.’’ He said before I felt his dick twitch inside of me. Once we both gained our breaths, he turned me around and smiled. ‘’You feel better, beautiful?’’

‘’Much, much better,’’ I honestly answered smiling, pulling him in for a kiss.

Royal snowball fight

Originally posted by tinysofia


A/N: this shot is based on this imagine by @captainsxlo 

imagine the kids of Erebor having a snowball fight and accidentally hitting thorin and SHITTING THEMSELVES because holy crap they’d just hit king thorin with a snowball and thorin joins in and plays with the kids

So I stumbled upon this a few days ago and found it so adorable, that I just had to make a drabble out of it. I had literally so much fun whilst writing it and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did xx.

Word count: 1577

Warnings: none

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Zevran Inquisition Party Banter Part 3

potential da:o and da:i spoilers below. Read at your own risk. 

Blackwall

Zevran: Are you feeling well, my friend?

Blackwall: I’m feeling just fine. Why d’you ask?

Zevran: Are you certain? Ah, well perhaps you are distracted by our dashing leader’s good looks, yes? I don’t blame you, they are quite good looking. 

Blackwall: Are you going somewhere with this?

Zevran: Well you see my friend, when I traveled with my dear warden, s/he and Alistair were never surprised by the darkspawn. And yet, I noticed we had no warning about that last group of them 

Blackwall: Right. Well. …I just thought they were further away than that. No point announcing it then. 

Zevran: Hm… 

—-

Blackwall: So. You fought in the fifth blight?

Zevran: Ah, yes! It is quite a tale! Or, well, it will be after I decide how to tell it without including the days of trekking through icy fields of mud and frozen wastes, or the many varied ways my dear warden was distracted by finding stray pets….

Blackwall: You’re not serious. 

Zevran: My friend, you have not traveled Ferelden if you have not solved at least ten personal disputes. 

—-

post - revelations

Zevran: And I thought I was the only murderer in our merry band!

Blackwall: Don’t, please. Not about this.

Zevran: I was only going to say, my friend, that it is not every day one gets a second chance. Do not waste it. 

if Blackwall is in a Romance with the Inquisitor, and Zevran romanced the Warden

Zevran: I was only going to say, my friend, that it sounds familiar. 

Blackwall: What are you on about?

Zevran: Oh, did you not hear? I met my dear warden because I was sent to assassinate her/him. 

Blackwall: Well. That’s – heartening. Thank you. 

Zevran: (laughs) I thought you might think so, my bearded friend!

—-

Sera

Sera: uuuugh, elves. 

Zevran: My dear woman, pardon me if I’m wrong but you too are an elf, are you not?

Sera: Yeah but I’m not all elfy like sir-fadey-bottom, all, ‘the veil is wibbly here’ and that shite. 

Zevran: (laughs) I see! Well, I can think of ten differences between myself and our shiny friend without trying. 

Sera: Whatever. Bet you can’t name one. You can’t!

Zevran: Hmmm, well. if nothing else, I have hair, my friend.

—-

Zevran: I am beginning to feel rather like a bullseye. What has you staring my friend? 

Sera: You’ve been in Denerim, right? 

Zevran: Not in some time, why is it you ask?

Sera: When I was little there was this box, and this door and these people –

Zevran: Truly, a remarkable tale. 

Sera: Shut it, you! But there was this box, and I took it and you were there!

Zevran: Between you and me, my friend, I still have no idea what you are talking about. 

—-

Sera: (cackling)

Zevran: (laughs)

Sera: (over the top cackling)

Zevran: (laughs longer)

Sera: (snort-laughing)

Zevran: (’evil’ laughing)

Sera: (’evil’ laughing)

Zevran: Ah, that’s my game!

Sera: Piss. 

—-

Dorian

Dorian: Did I hear right, Zevran? You were an Antivan Crow? I’ve heard of them. You don’t get many in the Imperium. 

Zevran: Well, yes. Do not take this the wrong way my friend, but it is hard to assassinate someone when so many other people have already lined up to try.

Dorian: (laughs) None taken. 

—-

Zevran: Ugh, why this, and all the mud? Mud should not exist when it is this cold!

Dorian: And then there’s the ever-present stench of wet dog. Where does it come from I wonder?

Zevran: There isn’t even a dog, this time. 

Dorian: Blasted southern winters. 

Zevran: Ugh.

Inquisitor: It’s spring. 

if Varric is in the party

Varric: Maybe if either of you wore more clothes you wouldn’t be so cold. 

Zevran: And hide these legs?

Dorian: Perish the thought.

—-

Dorian: Those tattoos, Zevran. Do they mean anything?

Zevran: Oh, these? (laughs) There serve only to emphasize what is already there, my friend. I have more if you’d like to see them. 

Dorian: Well, perhaps I would. You know where my tent is. 

if Dorian is in a romance with the Inquisitor

Inquisitor: I’m right here you know. 

Zevran: You can come too, my friend. The more the merrier!

Dorian: Oh, look at him blush! 

Inquisitor: (sighs)

77. Veronica Lodge x Fem!Reader

Originally posted by riverdalegifs

Request: a veronica imagine where the reader hits on her everyday but veronica say no but when the reader stops and is becoming close friends with betty veronica gets jealous and kisses the reader

Word Count: 1, 331

Pairings: Veronica x Reader, Betty x Reader (platonic, but romantic if u squint),

Veronica x Jughead (platonic)

a/n: Hey guys! This is my first imagine on this blog as the new co-writer, my name is Emily, but I hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know, i always enjoy feedback :)))

    She was so cute. And Funny. And so different than anything else I had ever seen in Riverdale, something good. You had been friends with her for months, needing to know the girl in the black cloak. Who were you thinking about? Oh, the one and only Veronica Lodge, of course. That girl had you under her spell since the day you saw her walk into Pop’s and anyone that saw you two together could tell, but it was also well known the infamous V didn’t feel the same way.

Not for lack of trying on your part either, you had spent extra hours on your makeup trying to impress her, jumped at chances to be around her whenever you could, and god knows how many times you had tried to ask the girl out, but it always ended the same way with you dejectedly walking away and her going back to doing whatever it was she was doing just as perfectly as before as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

But the thing was she did, Veronica did care very much in fact. Everything you did, all the flirting and flouncing around, trying everything you could to win the girl’s heart had made her fall hard for you. She was absolutely head over heels for you. Jug, the only person that knew about Veronica’s crush simply because he figured it out himself, insisted V tell you about her “disgustingly adorable” feelings especially since she, and everyone else in Riverdale, knew that you were infatuated with her. But she couldn’t come out, she was the new girl in town. The new girl in an old, small, and judgemental (from what she had heard from her mother and seen so far) town. Being out as a bisexual girl in New York was one thing, but in Riverdale? That was an entirely different situation.

“Hey V, you look amazing as usual,” you say as you approach the ‘breakfast club’ of Riverdale with a smile so blindingly bright it could rival the sun, or at least that’s what Veronica thought.

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anonymous asked:

I Love your writings! Could you please do one where Race (musical) gives reader a hickey and the other newsies try to figure out who it was?

gonna be real, i flipped my lid when i saw this request. i adore it. more like this one always and forever. —Nails

You stared at the silhouette of the boy in the bunk across from you. The two of you were trying to communicate wordlessly in the darkness, which would just get giggles out of the two of you. Eventually, the boy, Racetrack, made a clear enough gesture towards the closet at the end of the room. You got the memo and silently agreed. In seconds, the pair of you were sneaking across the room in your pajamas, avoiding as many creaky floorboards as you could. Race carefully turned the rusty doorknob, and held the door open for you. Grinning, you took a step inside. He tailed you in, and closed the door behind you. “I barely seen you all day!” The blonde whispered. Quickly, his arms found your waist. You back was slightly against the wall, due to how small the space was. Race pressed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, and looked down at you.

Shrugging, you placed your arms around his neck. “Finch asked me to sell with him today. We was lookin’ for a betta spot for him,” You muttered. Even in the darkness, Race’s brow was clearly furrowed. A look you were used to seeing. “Don’t look at me like that. You knows I’m your girl. What, do I have to say it again?” A sigh escaped your lips. Race shook his head, and in a heartbeat, his mouth was on yours. The two of you just kissed, and kissed. It had been all night, or maybe just minutes. Time was irrelevant in that closest. His mouth ran up and down your shoulders and neck, he mumbled assorted sweet nothings. Until, the blonde boy found a small spot on your neck, that just made you moan.

Needless to say, that’s how you found yourself here the next morning.

“Wake up, stupid. We gotta get there early today.” Finch shook your shoulders, forcing you out of the little sleep you’d gotten. You sat up, narrowly missing hitting your head on the ceiling. Finch stifled a gasp. “Where’d you get that?” The smirk on his face grew ten sizes. You looked around the bunk, looking for what he could possibly be meaning. “Don’t pretend like ya don’t know. You’ve got one hell of a vampire bite, there.” He spat, trying hard not to laugh.

Your hand flew to your neck, feeling a slightly swollen spot there. ‘Race, you idiot…’ you thought. “Oh god… Finch, you got a scarf—”

“It’s June.”

You groaned and flopped down on mattress again. Eventually, Finch stalked off, laughing to himself. He seemed to think this was funny, but as soon as Jack found out about this, you were dead. Jack Kelly was as good as your big brother, and there was a strict, yet unspoken, rule about newsies not dating each other. You and Race had blatantly disobeying the nonexistent rule for two months, now. You shot out of bed and went to change your clothes. Once changed, you left your hair down, and your shirt collar up. Maybe that could do something to aid in—

“(Name), who on God’s green one gave you that?” Jack asked loud enough for the whole place to hear. Most of the boys looked up from their shaving, or whatever they were doing to watch. Drama was the lifeblood of the Lower Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. Jack rushed over to you in an instant. He pushed you collar and hair out of the way, and shook his head. ‘Finch must’ve squealed.’ You thought. Jack looked at you for an answer. Race looked at you from behind Jack, looking like he wanted to die.

You were so embarrassed. “Ooh, bet you it was Finch!” You heard one of the boys whisper to his friend. “Nah, definitely Mush…” you couldn’t stand the chatter.

“Jack, can we talk about this another time?” You said, almost too forcefully. He crossed his arms. “Listen, I was suppose to be at The World… Goin’ on three minutes ago. We’ll talk later, or so help ya God.” You spit. Jack sighed and walked passed you. You bolted passed him towards the door.

At the end of the day, you pushed through the doors and all you wanted to do was go to sleep. But too late you found out it was Poker Night. There were some kids from the other Boroughs there. Brilliant. “(Name), how ya doin’?” One of your friends from Queens hollered. “You shoulda heard what the boys’ve been sayin’.”

“Oh, I have an idea.” You said as you passed by. There were very few kids in the bedroom, though. Although, Romeo and a couple of the other younger boys sat up talking.

Romeo smiled when he saw you. “It was Race. Tell me I’m right.”

That was the last straw. You’d had it. “Yes, Romeo! It was Race. You’re right, hope you doubled yer bets on it! Go tell all a’ Manhattan while yer at it…” you climbed up into your bunk as Romeo collected nearly a dollar from one of his friends, and they ran out of the room laughing.

“(Name)? You up here?” You really hadn’t wanted to hear your name again that day, but the voice that said it bothered you less than all the other times. Race. “Romeo went and told all the boys. Secret’s out.” He stood up on the latter at your bunk and looked at you. Racetrack must’ve been anxious too, because he smelled like an ashtray. You could only imagine how much he’d smoked. “Jack ain’t mad.” After a few minutes of silence. “At least everybody knows you’re my girl now, huh?” That made you laugh a little. Race reached out and took your hand. “Come on, doll. Get up.” You looked at him.

“Why should I?”

“'Cause I think you should give me a lovebite, too. Just in case anybody was doubtin’ the authenticness of us.”

“Authenticness ain’t a word, Race.”

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Harry sighed, seeing her sitting at the table, notes, books, and flashcards all spread out. She had been studying for God knows how long and his family would be over at any second. He had managed to pull her away long enough to have her shower and change into a burgundy dress to match his Christmas sweater. They had decided to spend the holiday’s with her family this year, so Harry had the idea of having an early Christmas for his family. He flew them out and decorated the house, bought gifts, and cooked. Y/N was college student and this week was her finals week, the plans were not exactly ideal for her. 

Harry would see her wake up and grab her books, and she would fall asleep at the table once more. He had never seen her work so hard, and every time he tried to pull her away she would get mad or upset, she understood that they had to spend time together, but she also had to pass. She kept reminding Harry she wasn’t a singer and needed to pass college in order to do something with her life. 

“Baby,” Harry turns away from the buzzer, he had just opened the gate for his family, “their here, can you please take one or two hours to be with us?”

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Beach [Part 2]

Description: You see your old crush after four years again and realize that he changed into a total fratboy - yet, he is the only one you can openly talk to and before you can realize, you rediscover lingering feelings for him.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, University AU

Who: BTS, Taehyung x Reader ,

Word count: 3,7K

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

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Amélie Lacroix (Widowmaker) X Child!Reader

Warnings: Major character death, minor blood/violence


A/N: Okay I feel really good about this one, but it’s not proof read by anyone else so if you have any questions/comments/concerns feel free to comment them :) (also key at the way bottom for foreign languages)

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mariomendoza  asked:

For a request can you do an Izuocha fic where Deku is oblivious to other girls flirting with him and Ochako gets adorably jealous ? Or a Todomomo where they both have a day off from being Heroes and trying to find something to do.

 Note: Thanks for your ask :) I’ve decided to write both the Izuocha and the Todomomo, but for today, I’m posting your todomomo one first! Hope you enjoy it :) Its my headcanon that Yaoyorozu lost confidence ever since she was in middle school so I wanted to add it into this one. Does anyone play Tekken??

In which Todoroki and Yaoyo spend some time at the Cafe and Yaoyo meets demons from her past

               Sundays usually mean extra study sessions, supplementary lessons with Aizawa-sensei or strenuous training outside. Today, a particular Sunday on the first week of May, was different. Some of the boys and girls in Class A decided to try out the newest video game, “Tekken 800”, that wasn’t supposed to come out until next month. Yaoyorozu, however, generous as she was, pulled a few strings and asked her dad to get it for them through business connections. Everyone rejoiced and got permission from Aizawa-sensei to let them be homework-free for the weekend.

               Which begs the question: could Yaoyorozu create replicas of video games? Perhaps if she were to fully understand the makings of the CD, she could forge a perfect copy of it. Todoroki pondered for quite a while on this particular issue, but was interrupted when a yell came out of the lobby.

               “I TOLD YOU YOSHIMITSU WAS OP,” Bakugou’s seethed as he violently slammed the controller onto the couch, “KIRISHIMA YOU CAN SUCK MY D—“

               “Behave, both of you!” that definitely was Yaoyorozu’s voice, “Kirishima stop provoking Bakugou and Bakugou, could you please be gentle with the controller? I don’t want to have to create another one!”

               Todoroki smirked inwardly. Yaoyorozu was the big sis of Class A alright.

               Within a minute or two, Yaoyorozu came out amidst all the yelling, and lowered herself beside Todoroki at the dining table. She has had enough of the raucous and found peace in the quiet kitchen as Todoroki closed his textbook.

               “What are you doing?” The girl turned and asked, watching as Todoroki tidied up his spot to leave, “You’re not interested in the video game?”

               “Not really,” his voice was jaded like always and started heading towards the stairs. Yaoyorozu frowned. Now was a good time to get to know him better. She pushed herself up, leaning against the glass table.

               “Todoroki,” she mused, and grinned when Todoroki stopped in his tracks, “wanna head over downtown?”

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               That was way too easy, the girl thought, somewhat sheepishly.

               Yaoyorozu shifted her gaze as the two walked side by side down the street, amused and quite frankly, intrigued by their hang out. Just earlier, she suggested a Café that recently opened down Mitaka street. Todoroki nodded in agreement, showing more or less concern as usual and so here they were.

               “Neopolitan Café,” the boy read off the neon sign, and noticed the exuberantly fancy décor that welcomed them as they sat down at an empty table. The server came and greeted them with water as she notified them of their daily specials. The menus were casually laid down in front of them, stacked on top of each other. Quickly, Yaoyorozu pushed one of the menus toward the boy, but as she did so, she grazed his hand slightly, causing her cheeks to glow with a shade of pink. She gasped at the touch, her inner desires almost laid bare, and focused on his expression to see what kind of reaction he had.

Yet he had none.

She sighed. She hated to admit it but the cool guy of the class is frustratingly oblivious.

“Yaoyorozu,” Todoroki didn’t look up from the menu, “It’s my treat today.” The boy folded the menu back to its original state, and placed it down. He didn’t expect her to be this happy, but when he glanced over, the joy etched on her face said otherwise.  

“Please you don’t have to,” the girl was flustered beyond belief, “I asked you out…I mean not ask you out…I mean asked you to hang…because it’s a rare day off!”

She embarrassingly choked her way through that sentence, and hurried to compose herself.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, getting up from his seat, “You have to order up front right?” The girl nodded, lips tugging upwards into a shy smile.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, “I’ll have the blueberry shortcake then…” She started twirling her hair, feeling uneasy at his sudden affection, and looked down onto the grains of her denim shorts. He fished his wallet out of his front pocket.

“Ah, sure.”

The girl’s eyes followed him as he walked to the cashier and took note of how charming he was even with just a plain white t-shirt and dark jeans. From afar, she examined his features, probing every detail.

With no doubt, she had fallen for him, inside and out.

“Hey, aren’t you Yaoyorozu,” a familiar voice said with distaste and Yaoyorozu stiffened, “You’re at UA now, right?”

The girl turned over, hair flying across her line of sight, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Fumie,” the other girl, significantly smaller compared to the first girl, glowered, “Let’s go. Why are we even talking to her?” The shorter one sounded annoyed and emphasized her words with such loathe that Yaoyorozu felt frozen in place.

“I bet your rich daddy and mommy bought you your place,” Fumie spat out, “You were never talented. You had an uncommon quirk that many were attracted to, and that’s about it.”

Fumie crossed her arms, centering her rage on Yaoyorozu. The two were her so-called acquaintances from back then, but for as long as Yaoyorozu could remember, they brought nothing but terror and alienation.

“No…” the creation heroine said, sounding feeble, “I was recommended in…” Fumie scoffed and ran her hand through her curly brown hair. Yaoyorozu’s past memories flooded her mind at an instant. Afraid of facing them once more, she felt goosebumps rising on her skin and her mind, pounding and aching. She knew her inner demons would appear again, even if they were supposed to be resolved.

With hands clenched, Yaoyorozu shot up from her seat, eyes tearing up.

“I’m not the same as I used to be,” Yaoyorozu uttered, taking a step towards the two girls who looked like their faces had permanent scowls tattooed on them, “I’m not going to listen to your insults.”

“What did you say?!” Fumie stomped her foot forward and raised her left hand. Grunting, she pulled her palm away, readying to send Yaoyorozu a slap across the face when a hand snatched Fumie’s wrist.

“What are you doing to Yaoyorozu.”

The three of them looked to the left, speechless. Todoroki stood there, holding a receipt in one hand and Fumie’s arm in the other. The air around them turned sour and Todoroki forced Fumie’s arm away, the fire in his eyes turbulent. His left eye glowed with a golden hue from the light that shone through the patio, making him look more hostile than necessary. The two girls were taken by surprise, and stumbled a few steps back.

“Todoroki,” Yaoyorozu’s shoulders slumped, clearing her throat to hide her previous emotions “They’re just people I met from middle school.”

Her voice eased him a little but his vexing glare did not waver.

“You mean they were people who picked on you in middle school.” He corrected her, and instinctively pulled her closer to him by the waist before announcing, “Yaoyorozu has no business with you. Leave.”

Fumie cleared her throat, slightly shaken from his intimidating aura, “Tsk…let’s go.” She mumbled under her breath as she dragged the other girl with her.

“Still attracting pretty boys, I see, Yaoyorozu,” the other girl muttered before striding off. The two girls didn’t even grab their unfinished food, bumping recklessly into the staff as they rushed out.

Yaoyorozu exhaled, “That was—“

“That was remarkably stupid,” Todoroki cut in with a demanding tone, “You don’t have to be afraid of them. People who are jealous of you are always going to try to pull you down. Listen to yourself. You have the power to stand up against them.”

Yaoyorozu plopped back down onto the seat, hands covering her eyes as she laid her head against the table, “Sorry, I was just thinking about the past. When so many people hated me for reasons that I didn’t understand.”

Hearing that prompted him to think about his own family, and Todoroki placed a hand lightly on her head. He heard soft sniffles from the girl and his heart wrenched. 

“Don’t relive the past,” he said, tone unfaltering.

He had no idea the kind of feeling he delivered with those simple words.

She lifted her head, thankful for the gentle touch that he reserved only for her.