i tried to make it stays the best

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Beautiful Fanalis ♥ | Morgiana | Happy Birthday to my wonderful Olivia! ♥  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*

… Wounded hearts, broken hearts–darling believe me, it’s all the same to me. It’s just proof that I’ve tried my best to live the way I’ve always wanted to, and that I’ve lived and loved in a way that deserves a happy ending. I’ve given my all and left it all out there, in all manner of misguided hopes and sincere, ignorant dreams. Not once have I told you a lie, nor denied you my very best. So go. Go ahead. Leave or stay, it won’t make much of a difference. If I were a war veteran and you quantified my heart’s pain in battle scars, I’d be missing half a face, a couple of limbs and be in a catatonic state. What’s one more ugly scar? I’ve been through hell time and again, and I’ve come back every time. I’m a survivor, you see. My heart is broken, but I’ll survive you too. I just dearly wish I wouldn’t have to.
—  highfalutinman - Excerpts From a Letter in Invisible Ink
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Some stuff I posted on twitter :D 

“Brother, Did You Know…?”

Brother, did you know…?
The day that we need to wake up?
When the sun is rising from above
It was nice to drink warm milk from the cup

When we were bored, we’re playing hide and seek
When it’s my turn to find you, I couldn’t find you
Even though I know you don’t want me to
I tried everything just to look for you

Brother, do you remember…?
The day that it was summer?
We used to eat ice cream together
And share some smile and laughter

We’d like to ride a bicycle at the park
Even the sun starts to set as it gets dark
And there’s a dog that starts to bark!
We started running away and left the park

Brother, did you know…?
The times that she’s mad at you?
I was on your side, trying to protect you
When she tried to do something to hurt you

I know it’s not the best way
Just to make you feel okay..
But it’s not okay–
”I guess I should stay away…?”

Brother, do you remember…?
The day that I left without telling you?
I know that’s not the best thing to do…
“As long as we’re together”….”You’re a LIAR.”

Even though I trusted HIM for that
I know no one will hurt you ever again, but…
I noticed something that bothers me…
Is the one who’s hurting your feelings…is me?

Brother, did you know…?
Those things kept bothering me
I tired to smile for you just you won’t see it through me
Should I create some distance and just leave it be?

I’m sorry, I have to leave for a while, you see…
I don’t want to hurt your feelings because of me
“I think…I made it even worse” said the future me
I wonder if you are angry at me?

Brother, do you remember…?
The day that I never came back?
I made you feel lonely, I’m sorry because of that
Do I still have a chance to make you feel better?

Is it not enough for me to forget?
To forget all that things that we’ve met?
All those lovely memories  that we made together
That will turn into ashes and be forgotten forever

It’s really hard for me to leave you
I tried to pretend that I didn’t have you
That I never met you, that I never had a brother like you
Those things kept creeping in my mind, it’s true

I want to see you again
But I don’t want that to happen
I don’t want to see you cry  because of ME
I don’t want you to see me suffering

Because I want to forget all of the things that I did wrong
I want to see you smile  again that I want to see for so long
All I want is to have a great start again with you
Because we’re brothers and you know that, too

That I love you as my twin brother
I would like to go back from the start
And repeat  all of the great parts
All of the memories that we spent together

As long as you still know and remember
That you’ll always be my brother
So…Brother, did you know…?
My love for you will always grow…?

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Clueless

Request: Hey, I just love your imagines and could I request about a Sirius imagine where the two of them have been the closest of friends for years and Sirius loves her so one day he’s like “Fuck it” and runs over to her and kisses her and when they finally pull apart she goes “what took you so long?” THANK YOU SO MUCH (sorry this was so specific) 😍😍😍😍😂

Word Count: 4,170

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“Budge over,” Y/N gave Sirius a gentle nudge as she tried to sit down next to him in the common room. “But I’m so comfortable,” Sirius smirked, stretching out even further across the couch. “Sirius,” Y/N whined. She tried to shove him to one side of the couch, but he wouldn’t budge. “Fine,” she sighed dramatically before throwing herself into his lap and obnoxiously sprawling out on top of him. “Fine,” He laughed, not bothering to try to move her. “Are you going to move now?” She asked him triumphantly. “Mm, nope. Don’t think so,” he shrugged. “Okay, I tried,” Y/N sighed, moving to stand up, but Sirius wrapped his arms and legs around her so she couldn’t move. “No! Spend time with me!” He shouted, burying his face into her neck. “Then move!” She laughed, trying to squirm out of his grip. “But you’re so warm,” he whined, holding onto her tighter. “You are a pain, Sirius,” She shook her head with a laugh, but nonetheless stopped trying to escape his strong grip. “If you’re going to hold me captive here, can I at least get comfortable?” Y/N asked after a few minutes of silence. “I am not holding you captive, you love this,” Sirius corrected her. “But, yes. C'mhere,” He let go of her for only a second as she got comfortable on the couch, and began to reach for a book out of her bag on the floor.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N don’t you dare reach for that horrid book,” Sirius warned. “You don’t even know what book it is!” Y/N protested. “I know that it is going to take your attention away from me, therefore it is horrid,” Sirius stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re so needy,” Y/N laughed, ruffling his hair. “Oi! Be careful with m'hair!” He whined, but made no effort to stop her from continuing to run her fingers through his locks. “Sirius, your hair is a mess. I couldn’t possibly do anything to mess it up,” she told him. “I like it messy,” Sirius pouted. “I’m making a statement,” he declared, causing the girl to laugh. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, buddy,” she laughed, patting his head before continuing to play with his hair. “Feels nice,” he admitted with a content sigh after a few minutes of more silence. Y/N nudged her nose against his head and hummed in acknowledgement. “Sleepy?” He asked her. “Little bit,” she admitted with a small nod. Sirius began to draw patterns on her arm with his fingers.

“For the record, I could have been reading this whole time,” she said sleepily after a few more minutes of silence. “No, you’re spending time with me,” Sirius pouted. “We aren’t even talking,” Y/N laughed. “We’re bonding!” Sirius cried dramatically. Y/N laughed and shook her head, but she snuggled into him, losing the energy to do anything but take a nap.


“Sirius!” A high pitched squeal woke Y/N from her peaceful nap.

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The Ice Cream Date

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Swearing (NSFW)

Word Count: 2157

Summary: After hearing an interesting conversation that you were having with Nat, Bucky finally decides to make his move.

Author’s Notes: We all know that I’m basic Bucky Barnes trash. I also find writing smut fun.

Originally posted by bovaria

Originally posted by oshitwhysoserious

“I’m telling you – it all just sounds dirty,” Nat said with a grin as she turned to look at me.

“Nat – it’s probably because your mind is always in the gutter,” I snorted as I lounged on the couch.

“That’s not true!” She protested – her grin widening as she said it. Wanda snickered at this as I playfully rolled my eyes.

“She does have a point – I mean after all, vanilla is technically a type of sex,” Wanda added as Nat shot her a thumbs up. I groaned as I grabbed the remote to flip through the channels.

“You’re going to ruin ice cream for me,” I muttered grumpily under my breath as the two began assigning each type of ice cream with a different type of sexual act or position.

“Oh come on, Y/N. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so grumpy lately!” Wanda whined as she tried to fight back her giggles.

“I think the issue is what hasn’t gotten into her lately,” Nat added with a quirked eyebrow which caused a new wave of snickers from Wanda. I raised my head up from the couch and gave Nat the best ‘go to hell’ look that I could muster. “There’s nothing wrong with it Y/N – all of us need it sometimes,” she added with a sly grin and a shrug.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky’s voice drifted from behind me – causing me to yelp in surprise. I could feel my face flushing at the thought of having to try to explain the conversation to him. Nat had known for awhile now that I had harbored a secret crush on Bucky – but I had always been too terrified of rejection to actually act on it.

“Oh we were just talking about ice cream. Y/N hasn’t had any in awhile, and Wanda and I are trying to convince her that it is good for the soul…. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Nat replied as her eyes flicked from Bucky back to me.

“Yup,” I managed to squeak out –while mentally adding murdering Nat in her sleep to the top of my to-do list.

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked at this as his eyes shone with amusement. “Well Y/N – I haven’t had some ice cream in awhile either. Want to go tonight after dinner with me?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at Bucky for a moment – I could almost guarantee by the look on his face that he had heard more of the conversation than he was letting on, but even the thought of that was sending shivers down my spine. I shifted on the couch – slightly flustered by the thoughts rushing through my mind. “Well?” Bucky asked again, playfully hovering over me on the couch.

“Sure,” I grinned.

“Great!” Bucky responded with a wink before strolling out of the common room.

“Problem solved,” Nat added happily as I sent a pillow whizzing towards her head.


I tried to not let my nerves get the best of me as I waited for Bucky by the elevator. When he stepped out of his room and saw me his eyes drifted appreciatively to my bare legs. I had opted to wear a pair of my shortest shorts to show off my assets – plus it was summer, and pretty damn hot. “Ready?” he asked with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I answered as I followed him into the elevator.

Once the doors of the elevator closed Bucky turned to me once again with a grin. “You look beautiful tonight – just in case you were wondering,” he whispered as he gave me a once-over again.

“Thanks,” I blushed shyly—causing him to chuckle.

“Are you always this shy?” he countered as we exited the elevator. “Or is it just around me?” he asked with mock horror.

“Mainly just around you,” I laughed as I blushed again.

“Well you shouldn’t be,” he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to come tonight. In all honestly I’ve been wanting to take you out for awhile.” This confession and his physical proximity to my body was causing raw bolts of electricity to shoot down my spine. I could feel my body reacting to his touch as wetness pooled between my legs. I ached for him to slip his hands down my shorts to feel how his words and presence affected me.

“Here we are,” he announced as he steered me into the ice cream and soda shop – effectively snapping me back to the here and now. We strolled to the counter where we placed our orders and in turn received our things before making our way to a secluded booth in the back corner.


“This has to be some of the best ice-cream I’ve had in years,” I groaned as licked my spoon clean. I had inhaled half of the sundae I had ordered already. My announcement caused Bucky to chuckle as he watched me with amusement. Flustered I tried to put my spoon back in the dish but managed to knock the bowl off the table and onto my lap. “Ugh, dammit,” I moaned as I moved to grab napkins.

“Allow me,” Bucky offered as he grabbed a handful of napkins off the table and reached under the table to my lap. I could feel the napkins scrape across my bare skin as he cleaned the mess. I tried my best to stay in control of my body’s responses to his touch as he reached for another batch of napkins and continued his work. He smirked at me mischievously as his fingertips slid very softly across my shorts putting pressure in just the right spot to make me gasp. “Maybe we should head back and get you cleaned up properly,” he whispered suggestively. His voice was as smooth as sex and if I could have I would have taken him then and there.

“Yeah – that’s probably for the best,” I choked out as we both rose from the booth and made our way back to Stark Tower.


We remained silent throughout the journey to the tower – our bodies never breaking contact as Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around me. Once the elevator doors were securely closed behind us Bucky turned to me – pressing my body against the wall of the elevator as his breath tickled my neck. “Doll – I haven’t done this in awhile. You’ll have to tell me if…”

“Bucky, I want to,” I whispered as I placed my hand softly on his chest. With this answer he kissed me softly and deeply as his body pressed into mine – allowing me to feel his growing hardness. When the elevator dinged to let us know that we had arrived on our floor Bucky broke away from the kiss and took my hand before leading me down the hall to his room.

Once the door to his room was securely locked he turned to look at me with a devilish grin. “I need to clean myself up,” I pointed out as I stepped around him to go to his bathroom.

“No,” he whispered as he softly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

“But Bucky…” I complained.

“I said no,” he responded again as he lifted me off the floor and carried me to his bed. “I’ll take care of it,” he added as he placed me on his bed.

“What do you…. Oh my god,” I moaned as his tongue trailed roughly up my inner thigh. He was relentless as his bobbed up and down – lapping up the stickiness that had been left behind. I couldn’t handle the sensation and bucked my hips softly causing him to chuckle against my skin. The sensation drifted up my body to the growing wetness between my legs. “Bucky,” I moaned breathlessly as he softly pushed my hips firmly back onto the bed.

“What do you want doll?” he whispered softly as his fingers trailed up my thigh and worked their way into my shorts. I moaned again as they touched everywhere but the part of me that ached.  

“Fuck… Bucky, please,” I begged as I wiggled under his embrace – trying to make his fingers graze my sensitive clit.

“Tck, tck,” Bucky responded with humor in his voice as he removed his hands to grab the hem of my shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he whispered as I raised up slightly to help him remove my shirt. He let out an appreciative sigh at my red and black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he mumbled as he playfully traced his fingers over the material. “But I bet what’s underneath is even prettier,” he remarked as he reached behind me to unclasp it. “Mmm, I was right,” he muttered appreciatively once he had removed my bra entirely. “God – you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my chest as he traced one of his metal fingers around my nipple before latching his mouth around its hardened mound and sucking softly.

“Oh god,” I moaned again as I weaved my fingers through his hair. I felt the cool metal of his fingers tracing down my stomach to the button of my shorts where he expertly unbuttoned them before breaking away from my breast.

“Let’s get these off,” he mumbled as I raised my hips up for him to remove my shorts.

“What about?” I asked as I looked down at my underwear.

“All good things happen in time, doll,” he smirked as his fingers glided around my panty line making the throbbing between my legs intensify. “You’re soaked through your panties,” he muttered amused as his fingers brushed over my clothed core. “All for me?” he asked as a grin spread across his face.

“Bucky if you don’t soon… I’m going to have to…”

“Have to what?” he asked as his eyes shined with curiosity.

“Do it myself,” I muttered with a smirk.

“Mmm – have you ever touched yourself and thought about me?” he asked – his hot breath tickling my neck as he trailed kisses up and down it.

“Buck,” I moaned again.

“Answer the question baby girl,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Yes,” I muttered breathlessly.

“Do you think about me filling you up with my dick?” he asked as his hands began to pull away the soaked fabric of my underwear.

“Yes,” I panted. I gasped as he spread my legs open wider.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he whispered before pulling away and getting off the bed. He began to remove his clothes – his eyes never leaving me as I did what I was told. I moaned as my fingers spread around my wetness – tripping over my sensitive clit again and again. Bucky pushed off his underwear allowing his erection to spring free. My body responded to the mere sight of its size. “That’s enough,” Bucky muttered as he grabbed my hands and moved them above my head. “Are you always this wet when you think about me?” he asked as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh before making contact with my wetness. I could only manage to nod my head yes as I rocked myself up and down his fingers. I could feel my walls tightening as I road towards my orgasm. Suddenly Bucky removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his tongue. Lapping up my wetness and humming appreciatively to himself. As he pushed his tongue into me I lost control and came hard.

He allowed me to ride out the wave of my orgasm on his face before breaking free and sitting up. “Come here, doll,” he said as he offered a hand to me. I took it and shakily sat up before making my way over to where he was sitting. He lifted me gently over him before slowly sitting me on his lap until he was fully sheathed inside of me. I moaned at the fullness. “God, Y/N… you’re so tight,” he muttered under his breath as I began to move myself up and down – causing just the right amount of friction.

“God you feel better than I could ever imagine,” I muttered as Bucky thrust his hips towards mine – allowing himself even deeper. I moaned at this as I continued to ride him. I could feel myself tightening around him – my body already working towards its next orgasm. “Fuck, Bucky!” I exclaimed as I spilled over the edge – the deep contractions of my walls ushering on his own orgasm. He groaned as he stiffened – coating my walls with himself. I stilled around him until his orgasm ended and he softly raised me from his lap before laying beside me.

He snuggled close to me as our bodies finally began to relax. “Doll?” he asked as I turned around to face him. He grinned as he looked at me. “Anytime you want ice cream all you have to do is ask.”


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All Too Well | Pt. 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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Can’t Go Back

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

This is for ma hoe @wayward-mirage​​​​ Rat Pack Challenge. I got the song ‘You’ll Never Know’-Frank Sinatra.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n(GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, argument, abandoned reader, regret, self hate. Just all angst.

Word Count: 1860

Summary: Dean finds himself back where he should be, but Y/n isn’t with him.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this song just gave me a load of angst. I’m hoping it’s really angsty. I have no idea. Either way, hope u like it!!

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“No. No. NO!”

Dean frantically scratched at the floor, the doorway, anything he could get to so he could get back to you.

He turned back to Sam, eyes pouring with tears, not caring who saw him.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

Sam swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the rage poured out of Dean.

“I…I did what I had to”, he stuttered, knowing Dean wasn’t going to accept this. Not with you still there.

“You…yo-you…”

Dean choked on his words, his vision completely blurred as he felt his heart break.

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Don’t Take A Picture

a zimbits alternate meeting au inspired by || ~4k words || ao3

Jack’s appreciating the serenity the empty street offers him tonight after a harsh loss earlier. He should be in bed, really. Sleeping, preferably. But when his brain is going in circles the way it is…

He likes the cool air on his skin. He likes the way the streetlights hit the pavement and then fade away. He likes the smell of the river on the gentle breeze.

He becomes aware that someone else is on the street with him. Walking towards him with a phone out, held aloft and pointing to where he sits on the bench.

He sighs out and looks away, hoping he’ll be ignored.

The person stops walking. He can hear the silence following the stop of their tread-tread-tread on the pavement.

It happens, and he gets it, truly. People like to have proof that they saw him, even if they saw him doing something as ordinary as sitting at night by the water.

He looks back over, then away quickly. The man’s phone is still out.

Jack’s known for being courteous with fans, but tonight he’s not in the mood.

“It’s been a bad day.” He doesn’t raise his voice. It’ll cut across the dark easily. “Please. Don’t take a picture.”

He feels crappy about saying it but he’s learnt that sometimes, you have to put yourself first.

The man looks behind him, as if in doubt Jack was talking to him when there’s clearly no-one else around. The man lowers his phone but doesn’t put it away.

“Sorry.”

Jack can’t make out much beyond the silhouette. The stranger is back lit, having stepped almost beyond the ring of the nearest streetlight.

“I, uh… wasn’t taking a photo though.”

Jack knows what people look like when they’re trying to be subtle about capturing a picture of him. He knows what they look like when it’s blatant, too.

“You don’t have to lie,” Jack says, with some hardness in his tone, his exhaustion having thinned his conversational filter.

“I wasn’t,” the man answers, with a bit of bite.

Jack looks away from the man, unconvinced.

“Sir, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that I—”

“It’s fine, just—” Jack sighs out again. “Sorry I said anything. You should go to wherever you’re heading.”

“Actually,” the man starts, then cuts himself off with a hand to his mouth.

“I’m…” The man bites his lip, then shakes his head. “Actually, yes. You’re right. I’ll just…” he points in the direction he was heading earlier.

Jack watches him as he walks by, noting that he’s still gripping his phone tightly. He glances at Jack as he passes, and Jack realises the man is older than he thought, having based his guess on voice and stature.

Jack watches until the figure has walked past the next streetlight, before he turns back to watch the lazy movement of the water. He breathes in deep, holds it, lets it out again, trying to find his earlier appreciation for the night. In, hold, out. In, hold, out.

It’s not working. He sighs out and stands up, stretching out his back before resigning himself to walking back to his apartment and trying to find sleep.

He hasn’t gone far at all, just around the next corner, when he comes across someone. He realises very quickly that it’s the same man from earlier that night. Again, he’s on his phone, tapping repetitively at his screen.

Jack frowns and crosses the street so he doesn’t have to walk by him directly. When he gets close enough though, a sound carries through the night.

Crying.

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Horny teenagers - Carl Grimes

HEY GUYS so I really wanted to write a smut but there is no plot so whatever is just smut and I wanted to write something like the last scene of 7x01 of TWD and I did it! I hope you like it, and remember English is not my first language and this is my first TWD smut

Warnings: smut and language

Words: 2599

Gif is obviously not mine ​

The past few hours in watch duty had been kind of a torture for me. I’ve been trying to control this since I’ve learned what it actually is. We grew up together, we’ve seen a lot of nasty things together and suddenly we were at the age of awkwardness and hormones and, apparently, mine decided to show up. I’ve been trying to convince myself that he would never agree with this and even if he did it wasn’t a good idea. It would do us no good. Well an orgasm would, though. ​

Here in Alexandria they have lots of books so I’ve been reading a lot, especially about biology – my favorite class in school – and recently I read about menstrual cycle and sexuality, there is this period when women are ready to get pregnant and that’s when you only want sex. For the past few months I’ve been trying to convince myself that I just want Carl because of this annoying period and he’s the only interesting boy around. ​

Sometimes I have this feeling that our friendship has changed in a certain way. I think it’s because of the hormones, but we’re touchier and even occasionally flirty. He has this habit of holding the back of my neck whenever we hug each other, or when I’m mad at something he rubs my shoulder or my back, he plays with my hair brushing his long and cold fingers against my ears and neck and sometimes he whispers something to me and I can’t stand that. The hot breath, that amazing voice, the way he says my name. Oh, man! I was losing it. ​

I felt ridiculous every time Carl popped in my head or whenever I decided to touch myself he would always wind up in my dirty little thoughts.

​“(Y/N), you can go. It’s my shift now.” I hear Spencer say.

​“Okay, thanks.”

​“Oh and uh… Carol asked me to tell you she’s taking lunch to Rick’s place.” ​

I nodded and left. Great, I’m having one of those crazy moments and I’m heading straight to the danger. You can do this. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard laughs from inside and that made me happy because we were doing fine here, we were adapting at last. ​

Carl opened the door while holding Judith and gave me a smile.

​“Come in, (Y/N)” Oh please Carl not today don’t say my name. ​

The smell of whatever Carol cooked was amazing and she was sitting next to Daryl and they were gazing each other with such warmth, in a cozy and even romantic way. I wanted them to be together but right now it just made me want to turn around and look in Carl’s eye. ​

We sat down, ate and talked about the most random things. We talked about things we did before the apocalypse, we laughed at things that happened to us and we just enjoyed each other’s company. Don’t think that’s gonna happen again in anytime soon tough. ​

Then I felt a hand touch my thigh lightly, I closed my eyes trying to keep it together because from where it was coming it had to be Carl’s. I looked at him and he was still paying attention to Glenn, who was telling something very newsworthy because Carl and a few other people in the table were concentrated. He caressed my thigh going down my knee and squeezed a bit and took his hand off. Like doing that was only a reflex, part of a routine. I don’t know if he hadn’t noticed or if he was just pretending to make me confuse. ​

Later in the same day he did that terrible/delicious massage in my sore shoulders. We offered to wash the dishes, so after lunch everybody went back to their normal activities, and when we were done I made a stupid joke about the amount of plates and forks and sighed. He must’ve gotten that as a complaint because he said “relax” and then came behind the chair I was sitting and pushed my hair aside. His hands were soft and steady, it felt great but I couldn’t let him carry on with this. I placed my hands on top of his and turned my head around. ​

“Does it bother you?” If he only knew what it actually does to me.

​“It’s not that. I just – I should probably get going.” I stood up and he held my arm. I don’t know why, honestly I do know, but when he did that I instantly approached him, looking at his lips. I was unsure if I wanted him to notice or not. If I wanted him to do something about it or just ignore the fact that I was staring at his lips wanting them so badly I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

​“Stay. We can go upstairs and read comics if you like.” ​

I can’t, not anymore. “I don’t wanna read comics, Carl.” I tried my best to make the sentence self explanatory and bit my lip. ​

“Do you – uh, wanna go upstairs then?” He clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction but he didn’t step back. ​

“Yes. Yes, I do.” ​

He was obviously holding a grin but I didn’t care. He grabbed my hand and led me to his room. The walk was kind of awkward and very silent. When we finally got to his room he closed the door and came towards me. He cupped my face and kissed me tenderly, he was nervous, I could tell. I placed one hand in his chest and the other one in his hair, it was so soft. The kiss was a little sloppy because this was our first kiss ever, I guess. It was amazing though, I just wasn’t sure of what to do so I followed my gut and I believe so did he. ​

He lowered his hands to my waist and gripped it. I let out a needy sigh and I feel my cheeks hot in embarrassment. I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and lift it, breaking the kiss. ​

“Are you sure about this?” ​

“Yeah.” ​

I ripped his shirt off and then my own. Carl looked at my breasts like they were a masterpiece, probably because he had never seen breasts before but it made me feel great anyways. I searched for his lips once again and this time he was more confident so his tongue was more demanding. He caressed my back lightly with the tip of his fingers making me shiver. I pull him closer to get some friction and I finally feel his boner and this time I moan in both pleasure and excitement. ​

Carl lays me down on the bed and kneels between my legs. He kissed my lower abdomen and came up, kissing my breasts still covered by the bra and my collarbone. When he got to my neck he gave me a hickey, probably wanting to mark me down as his and that turned me on so much I wanted to mark him too. He unclasped my bra and pulled it out so fast I didn’t even see what happened to it. Now he was finally looking to my breasts and he blinked a couple of times and said “Is it okay if I…?” ​

"Go for it.” ​

He grinned and caught one of them in his hand and massaged it. I had no idea that I was going to like Carl sucking my breast so much, when I felt his mouth on my nipple I was already in heaven, but when he sucked it was something else entirely. I wasn’t able to restrain my moans this time, they were a little loud. ​

Desperate for a kiss I pulled his hair to bring his head up, he moaned this time and I smiled in the kiss. I took off his belt and once I moved to the zipper his hand shakes a little while I brushed my hand in his arousal more than the necessary to open a zipper on purpose. Carl helped me with the jeans, picked a little package – probably a condom – and looked back at me only in his underwear and I couldn’t help but to look. I must’ve done something pretty greedy and ridiculously embarrassing because he had a huge smirk in his face. ​

"Shut up.” I said and the smirk became wider. ​

He took my shorts off and just stood there staring at me like I was his muse or something. I can’t say that I didn’t like it because I loved it but I felt a little uncomfortable. I am confident but suddenly realization of what we were doing and how I was in front of him hit me and I blushed. That didn’t stop me though, my cheeks were burning but so was the wetness between my thighs and I thought that was more important so I wiggled my hips against Carl’s to wake him up and it worked out exactly like I was expecting. ​

Carl touched the waistband of my underwear and looked at me again asking permission, I guess. Then I lifted my butt of the mattress so he could take the underwear easily and he did. ​

Carl gazed at my entire body and sighed and mumbled to himself “Finally we’re doing this.” ​

I felt butterflies in my belly and I smile, like an innocent virgin girl – which I am. I wasn’t the only one after all. ​

Carl did a trail of kisses from my neck to my lips and rubbed his thumb against my folds; I moaned and rolled my hips against his hand wanting more of that new contact. He smiled in the kiss, and I loved it. Actually I was loving every single moment of it. Carl slipped a finger inside me and curled it and took it off. Then he tried again, this time with two fingers. “Ah, Carl…” I groaned and mellow. My hands were gripping his shoulders for balance or control, I’m not sure, I just thought that if I let go I would fall. His hand were all over me making me shiver, his kisses weren’t sloppy anymore, and knowing that he wanted this too just made me feel better, maybe wetter too but that’s another case and he won’t be hearing about it. ​

He positioned himself to my entrance and gave me the look again, I nodded biting my bottom lip. Carl grabbed my thighs and spread them. He glanced to my core and licked his lips. That was so delicious to watch, it was kind of porn but it turned me on so much. He picked the condom and put it on. He pulled me down and I felt his tip in my entrance and rolled my hips to it. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, how horny he made me. ​

"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?” So thoughtful, so gorgeous. I closed my eyes and nodded. Then I felt it inside me and I couldn’t hold back the almost musical moan. It feels so good, so right. He kept going slowly and suddenly I started to feel this strange ardency and I let out a painful moan, it wasn’t exactly hurting but the surprise and the little burning sensation were enough to make Carl gaze at me worried. ​

"It’s okay, you can carry on. Just keep the pace. I’ll be fine.” ​

He pushed a bit more and the feeling was still there but I tried to ignore it and Carl helped me a lot with that. His thumb came back to my clit, just up and down movements and he kissed me passionately while he pushed more. I was feeling the ardency but it didn’t matter because Carl was touching me so much, giving me so much, paying so much attention to me I couldn’t even process the pain. Carl was all over me, literally. In my mind, in my body, everywhere. ​

Once he was completely inside me with his eye closed and he sighed, he stopped and looked right in my eyes, he didn’t take his hand off my clit. The bad sensation was almost gone by now. “Are you okay?” ​

I grinned at him “Never better.” ​

He smirked and pulled it back slowly. It was a torture for him I could see in his eye all the effort he was putting into this, the self control and I smiled like an idiot. His thrusts were still slow and I think he was shaking a little. Just a little but he was. ​

I wasn’t completely comfortable yet but I was ready for this and his pace was making me impatient, I get that he was being nice and I love him for it but he could make this good for himself. So I rolled my hips a bit so he would understand that it was okay for him to go faster and maybe, just maybe, harder. ​

He picked up a good pace. It was faster but not too fast yet and it was so intense, it could be only me although his expression was showing that he was loving it as much as I was. His thrusts were getting faster and I was getting there, finally I was taking it all. This was so good, the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming. His sweaty body and his heavy sighs were giving it the best background ever. I think I’ve never seen such a sight. I let out a loud and full of joy and pleasure moan. He smirked at me because this was likely the most inappropriate moan ever. ​

I couldn’t stop them now, they just kept coming loud and awkward and hot, apparently. I decided to do something different for a change, I rolled my hips and caressed my body going down my clit and touched it for him to see it. ​

"Fuck, (Y/N)! That’s so hot.” ​

I smiled widely and arched my back feeling a delicious ache in my lower abdomen and feeling like there was not enough air in my lungs and the strength was leaving my body and I needed desperately to grip something – that something were Carl’s shoulders again – then I felt like I was falling apart and pleasure and relief hitting me like a truck. ​

"Oh God, Carl!” That was almost a scream, thank God we were alone in the house. ​

My orgasm show was enough to bring Carl his own, and again was an amazing scene to watch. He moaned loudly and let his elbows clench a little, falling on top of me. He was breathing heavily and he was all sweaty and that was so hot. I felt his heart beating so fast in his chest and I grinned satisfied. He threw himself in the bed and took a deep breath. ​

He seemed so tired but he was smiling so hard it was creepy. Us smiling wasn’t something easy to see. That made me even happier because I made him smile, I was smiling, we were satisfied and that’s all we need. ​

"That was fucking awesome!” ​I laughed at his excitement. I turned to face him and his eye was piercing. He was so handsome I couldn’t think properly sometimes, like now.

​“We can do this again sometime, if you want to.” I said a little scared but mostly confident that he would want to. ​

"Can ‘sometime’ be now?” he said with a smug smirk on his face and I laughed again. ​

"Okay, loverboy, just give me a few minutes and we’re back on.”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You deserve better

Jughead x reader

In which the reader starts crying because of how great Jughead is.

(aka me)


It was raining outside. It was hailing earlier, harsh and cold, with a concrete-like-sky and an unrelenting chill, but now it was soft, tentative, and swirling. It was one of those unsettling situations in which it was raining, but the sun was also bright. The tarmacked ground outside was wet, but shining. Raindrops were settled on my windows, but the light was shining through them, making my room even brighter than if they weren’t there. I saw him cross the road, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes squinted against the rain. I noticed he had his backpack on his shoulders, which was never good. I took out my headphones and rushed down the stairs, opening the door for him. He walked in, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and I laughed.

“I need a place to stay.” He said, his eyes pleading. I smiled.

“Of course, Jug, whenever.” His face relaxed in relief, a grin spreading across his face. This was not the first time Jughead had had nowhere to go, and had come to stay with me. The first time he had tried to hide it from me, attempting to sleep at school, but of course I had not allowed that to continue. My parents weren’t around anyway, so there was no one to tell him no.

“Maybe you should just come and live here all the time.” I joked, and he laughed as he kicked his shoes off, but then he looked up at me, and suddenly that suggestion seemed all too real. I followed him into the kitchen and lifted myself up onto the side as he leant against the sink. I didn’t ask what had happened to make him, once again, homeless, but instead started an entirely unrelated conversation, for which I know he was grateful.

My studying was abandoned, and we ended up sprawled across the sofa watching movies, as per usual. We each leant with our backs on one arm of the sofa, our legs entangled in the middle. I looked over to him as the credits rolled, surprised to find him fast asleep, his head slumped down onto his chest. Jughead never really slept, so I felt as though it was a privilege to see him do so. His face seemed so much more peaceful, the seemingly constant furrow of his eyebrows smoothed out, and his mouth relaxed. I stared at him for so long, his face now only lit up by the faint light of the white lettering on the screen. I thought about how rarely he looked calm, peaceful or content, and how much I wanted him to be. This seemingly gloomy, angry teenage boy, who had turned out to be so gentle and good. We had been friends now since third grade, when I moved to Riverdale. I didn’t really have anyone before that, and then Jughead strolled into my life with his stupid hat and satirical humour and made everything good. He deserved so much better than what he was given.

Suddenly there were tears in my eyes and a swelling in my throat as I desperately wished Jughead Jones happiness. I let out a silent laugh as tears ran down my face at the absurdity of the situation. I was literally sitting next to my sleeping friend, crying at how great he was. I shifted my legs, moving to stand up, but froze as Jughead’s body stirred at the movement. His eyes opened slowly, looking around blearily as his legs shifted. They met mine and widened in alarm as he noticed the tears on my cheeks. He sat up quickly.

“Y/N?” He asked worriedly, his hand reaching for mine. This movement, paired with the concerned look on his face, seemed to intensify my emotions, and I let several more tears leak out of my eyes as I looked at the wonderful boy in front of me. He frowned even more, distressed by my sudden onset of emotions, moving towards me on the sofa.

“Hey, what is it?” One of his hands took mine, while his other rested on my leg, rubbing up and down. He was just making it worse. “Y/N, what is happening?”

I wanted to laugh at his obvious confusion, but water just kept trickling out of my eyes. I chuckled weakly, attempting to wipe the tears off my face, but they were just replaced. I brought my legs up and off the sofa, shuffling along it towards him and leaning into his ready arms. My cheek pressed against the side of his chest as I continued to cry. It was just getting embarrassing at this point, I didn’t even know what I was upset about anymore. His arm came around my shoulders, the other one moving to grip my hand as he rested his cheek on top of my head, obviously realising I just needed a hug.

“Shh, Y/N please stop crying. Or at least tell me why you’re crying, I mean I really have no idea what’s going on.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort me. I let out a weak and watery laugh, the occasional tear still sliding down my face.

“You’re just really great.” I mumbled into his shirt.

“Hm?”

“You’re great okay, Jughead, that’s why I’m crying!” I said a bit louder, almost annoyed with him. There was a moment of silence before he started laughing, as I knew he would. I rolled my eyes,

“Yeah, go ahead, laugh it up, I’ll just sit here and cry.” I grumbled as he continued to laugh. He leant back to look down at me, smiling.

“You’re crying because… I’m great?” He asked, frowning and chuckling. I huffed,

“Yes, Jug, I’m crying because you’re great.”

“Okay, I’m gonna need some clarification.”

I sighed, leaning further into him, his arm still around me.

“Well I just started thinking about how much you have improved my life,” I started quietly, half into his chest, embarrassed to be confessing this to him. “And then you were asleep and you looked so peaceful and I wish you could be like that all the time because you deserve to be happy, and you don’t deserve anything bad to ever happen to you.” I rambled off, shutting my eyes as another tear slipping onto my cheek. There was silence for a moment, before he removed his arm from me and turned around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed and a small, bemused smile on his face.

“Y/N, I am happy, you know that right? Especially with you.” He looked me in the eye.

“Sure, I have a pretty shitty home life, but doesn’t everyone? There are plenty of people who have it worse than me, and I count myself lucky for what I do have.” I smiled up at him, and he moved his arm back around me, looking forward. “I think you underestimate how happy you make me. Don’t think it’s just you who’s all grateful, Y/N, that’s not fair. Sure, I may not cry about it,” I laughed, “but I have you, and as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, that’s pretty much all I need. You know, I think the reason I looked so peaceful when you were watching me sleep, which is creepy by the way, is because I was here, with you. This is the calmest, safest place for me. Right by your side.” He pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I tried very hard not to cry again. Why does he do this to me?

I thought about what he had just said, and a small smile spread across my face. The best thing I could do for Jughead was just to be with him. To be there for him, and to make him laugh, and let him stay at my house, and watch movies with him when I’m supposed to be working. To be his friend.

I took his hand as we pressed ourselves into each other, enjoying the silence, the darkness and each other.


Okay so this is a bit of a weird one but perfectly sums up how I feel about Jughead.

@ riverdale writers make him happy pls

BTS REACTS TO: their s/o’s bad period symptoms

Anon Asked: bts reacts to their s/o having bad reaction to their period? (cramps, sickness, etc.) tbh i know a lot of people (me included) who cant seem to catch a break when it comes to this stuff, might be nice to think of what the boys would do

honestly, me too. i thank the lort my period only lasts 3 days.. - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

He honestly tries his best to make sure you’re comfortable when he’s around. Lots of food, lots of attention, lots of affection. Even when you’re cussing at him due to mood swings, he’d be pretty understanding of your situation and try his best not to make you anymore upset than you already are. 

“I’m leaving work and heading to you, do you need anything, jagi?”

“Are you low on pain killers? Should I pick up some heat patches?”

“Are you craving anything? I could grab it on the way.”

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

Originally posted by jongtaekwoon

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The Greatest Gift (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 9,279 (when i said it was long, i meant it…)

Warnings: SMUT, angst, swears

Authors Note: JUST FUCKING READ IT PLEASE. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, ALSO HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND ENJOY MY HOLIDAY FIC!

Request: this fulfills 2 requests but it will spoil it so i’m not gonna tell you…

Epilogue

Masterlist

It was unfortunate. Of course you were in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, of course he had a girlfriend. You had met Lafayette through mutual friends, naive and young you thought you wouldn’t fall for the tall frenchman. You did eventually. At first it was denial. You couldn’t love him, he was your best friend.  You didn’t love him surely, but no. Every time you saw him, your world spun around your feet. You felt this way until he introduced Adrienne. She tagged along with everything you guys did and you had no choice but to be happy for them. For him. Because he was so in love with her it hurt you to see them together.

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Bully Beware

Request: I am in love with all or your stories! Could you maybe write something where Bucky is a single father of a little girl, and he’s trying to teach her self-defense when he finds out she’s being bullied at school?- from anonymous

dad!Bucky Barnes X Reader (kinda? alludes to?)

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard violence

A/N: This might have gotten a little bit away from me, but I hope it’s okay and you like it! I don’t know anything about parenting so.. Again, Feedback would be freaking amazing. 


Bucky was running late. It was always like this. There never seemed to be enough time in a day for him to get everything completed on his daily task list. He always thought it was normal, for being a single parent to feel a little overwhelmed at times. Lately he had been feeling this way all the time. Running his hands over his face, he hit the familiar speed dial button on his programmed work phone and waited for an answer. 

“Buck, whats up? I though that you had an early day today?” Steve’s voice rang throughout Bucky’s office. 

“I know, I was supposed to leave hours ago… Listen can you do me a huge favour?” 

“Yes, I will pick up Maisie. But Buck.. You have to talk to your boss, this is like.. the sixth time in the last two weeks. I know things are tough right n-” 

“I know Steve. I know..” he sighed. “I’m just… If I get the promotion I can work from home, set my own hours. Every time I get ahead, I get pushed back a couple steps. Fuck..” 

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my drarry rec list

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k)

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

This fic is one of the cutest I’ve read, their relationship in the beginning and how the author turns it into something so great is brilliant. 

The LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21.5k)

It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. 

This is one of the older fics I’ve read, but definitely one of my favorites. Lots of fluff that will make your day. 

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (21k)

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

Honestly, she has made some of the best fics I’ve read. I love how even after trying everything, the one person that he tries to stay away from, pulls them together in order to help. 

Lumos by birdsofshore (41k) NC-17 

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

welp, it had to be at some point, but I do really love this fanfic. It’s not pure smut, but I think it is really well written which makes it good even besides the smut. 

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (618k) 

Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?

I honestly love these retellings, it makes me see how different it would actually be if Harry were to be sorted into Slytherin. It’s a good take on things. 

Love Comes Tumbling by taradiane (22k)

‘Harry’s thoughts were of how much he would have done differently with Malfoy over the years, and of Dumbledore’s final words to the other boy … “It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now.” Maybe, Harry wondered, he could find some mercy, too, and give Malfoy the second chance that Dumbledore had believed him worthy of.’

love this fic, read it!!!!!

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (302k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.

this always makes me cry so hard. But it is definitely worth the read, its one of the older fics I have read but for sure one of the best. READ IT!

Something I Don’t Want to Stop by traintracks (16k)

It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

I love Draco in this fic, he’s so snarky and acts with just the right amount of sass. 

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by Faith Wood (6k)

One beautiful sunny Sunday the Slytherins wake up after a raunchy night only to discover a very naked Harry Potter sleeping in their dormitory. Naturally, they ask themselves a logical question: Who the hell shagged him?

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimsOn (180k)

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

I love this interpretation and it’s a really well written fic. 

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

I love this a lot, everything is perfect. Draco Malfoy in this fic is just so Draco Malfoy and it’s absolutely perfect in my eyes. 

  • I will be updating this post or uploading new recommendations frequently, if you have any requests just send them to be or ask and I will happily create something for you! :) 
Not My Specialty (dad!Tony x reader)

Request: Omg I hope I make it before closing! Could you do one w/ Tony Stark where he is the reader’s dad and she’s married to Steve. Her and Steve are expecting their first baby together but when he has to leave for a mission and she goes into labor, Tony comforts her throughout it until Steve shows up at the last second before it’s time for delivery? I just watched Father of the Bride Pt II and of course like the Marvel Trash I am, this is what I came up with. XD I’d like it super ultra fluffy pls! c:

“Okay, sweetheart, just don’t get that baby goo on the leather, okay?  It’s imported.” Tony said as gently but firmly as he could, keeping a tight hold on your hand while helping you into the passenger seat of his car. He wanted to call an ambulance to take you to the hospital once your contractions started, but you insisted that you had time for him to take you, much to his dismay.  As a first-time grandpa, he was almost as nervous as you were and he wasn’t exactly secure on his driving ability at the moment.  

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BTS Reaction to seeing you after being on tour for 6 months

Requests are open! Message me! 

Rap Monster: You had gone to the airport to surprise him after being on tour for so long. He had no idea you were going to be there. When he finally saw you waiting for him, he dropped his bags, ran his hands through his hair a couple of times and started to cry a little bit. You couldn’t take it anymore and ran right into his arms. He picked you up and buried his head into your neck whispering

 “Next time, I’m taking you with me.” 

Originally posted by jinkooks

Suga: You had a meal prepared for both of you for when he got home. And by a meal, you had ordered take out and it was from his favorite place too. The minute he walked through the door, he wouldn’t even care about his shoes on the carpet. He would pull you into his arms and kiss your neck trailing all the way up to your mouth. 

“Take out? You are seriously the best girlfriend a man could ask for.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jin: You would be waiting at home and it would be really late. You tried your best to stay awake until he got home but it was now the early morning and you couldn’t stay awake any longer. You would wake up to the smell of breakfast being made. You found your way into the kitchen to see you sweet boy making you breakfast. He would notice you walk in and pull you right into his arms. He would kiss the top of your head and lift your chin so he could kiss your lips. 

“Hardest 6 months of my life. I couldn’t go another day without you.” 

Originally posted by fawnave

J-Hope: You had work that night and there was no way you were going to be able to get the time off on such short notice. You let J-hope know before you started your shift and you told him you’d see him tonight. While you were taking a tables order, you heard girls screaming coming from outside. You turned around and saw J-Hope, holding flowers. He would come over and lay a huge kiss on your mouth.

“I’m sorry. I really couldn’t wait until tonight.” 

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Taehyung: He would come home to you, asleep on the couch, watching the end of your favorite movie. He would flip off the tv and pull you right onto his lap. You didn’t even budge. He would kiss your forehead and whisper cute little things into your ear. He would take you two to the room and lay you down next to him. You would wake up when he placed the blanket over both of you and slid his arms around your waist. 

“Go back to sleep, love. I’m home and safe with you.” 

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jimin: Jimin had called earlier and said his flight got delayed and he wouldn’t be home for another two days. As bummed as you were, you couldn’t really control the situation so you just decided to deal with it. You were making dinner for yourself when you heard a loud thud come from behind you. You were startled at the sound and dropped the whole carton of eggs all over the floor. You turned around to see Jimin standing there, arms open, waiting for you to come to him.

“I just wanted to surprise you, darling.”

Originally posted by itschiminie

Jungkook: You were hanging out at your friends house, knowing that Jungkook was coming home tonight. You had so many emotions going on you couldn’t be alone so you decided to just wait there until Jungkook told you he was home. The later it got, the more anxious you got. That was until your friend opened her door and there he was. You let out a little scream and covered your face as you were trying to hide your tears. He crouched down next to you and held you in his arms. 

“You’re not supposed to cry babe! I’m home!” 

Originally posted by jeonsshi

IF SOMEBODY HAD TOLD YOU...

Originally posted by jjks

anon said : I was the person who asked about requesting ealier but I just have time know to request so - a jungkook scenario where you or him are a waitress at a restaurant/cafe and flirts with the customer (you or jungkook) and then they wait for the place to close and walk you home and stuff?? if that makes sense??

Summary : Sure, you like the coffee at the cafe. But you like the barista working there even more…

Warnings : none

Word Count : 1k+  


Everyday for the past month Jungkook had been watching you. Not in a creepy way. At least, he hoped not in a creepy way…

It’s  just… for the last month you’d frequented the cafe he worked at nearly every day. It had started a rainy Thursday. You’d found shelter in the cafe, cursing yourself for not remembering an umbrella on a day you knew it was going to rain. Jungkook had noticed you standing there, droplets of rain slipping off of your coat and onto the floor and he’d made you a warm cup of tea. He wasn’t sure what kind you’d like, but he’d somehow correctly guessed your favorite tea.

Ever since that day, you’d gone back to the cafe as often as possible and Jungkook had taken note on how often you came in. In all honestly, he was trying the pluck up the courage to ask you on a date. Everyday he’d compliment you or laugh at some dumb joke you told or tell you a dumb joke of his own. The more he got to know you, the more he wished to ask you out.

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Heyyy first I wanna say that I just stumbled upon your blog and I'm in love!!😍😍 I love your reactions so much!!! So if it's not too much trouble I was wondering if I could request a reaction to you crying after they shout at you during an argument (I know it's kind of cliche but I really wanna see your take on it because I LOVE your work) if you decide to do it there's no rush!!! Keep up the amazing work because gawd damn I love it!!

AWW YOURE MAKING ME BLUSH!! who cares if its cliche, cliche can be good at times.

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Mark - hearing you sniffle his body freezes, realizing what he just did. he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, mentally stabbing himself. taking your hands he sits down next to you and apologizes, hoping you can forgive him but he wouldnt be surprised if you held a grudge for a couple of days. he does his best to make up for him lashing out like that.

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Jaebum - (this hot head) you would flinch when he shouts at you. shooting up you retaliate and try your best to scream back without falling to pieces. while your shouting tears are just falling out of your eyes, getting his attention fast. you run into a room slamming the door while jaebum goes after you, trying to apologize. he does his best to apologize through the door hearing you cry. like mark he would give you your space until youre done crying. he would try to mend what he broke by spoiling you for the next week with gifts

Jackson - he wouldnt yell at you on purpose. it would just slip without him even realizing. seeing the tears well in your eyes his face would go pale. he himself would get choked up, going to you and embracing you in a tight hug. “im sorry y/n, i couldnt stop myself. it just came out. im so sorry.” he would whisper sweet things into your ear, rubbing your back; doing what he can to prevent you from crying. he feels his shirt getting damp while he holds you close.

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Jinyoung - he would watch you run off. not knowing if he should follow you or stay, he decides to just stay in another room, listening to you cry. he mentally kicks himself in the head. after a few hours he gently knocks on the door, seeing you curled up on the bed/chair. he bends in front of you and sighs. “i dont expect you to forgive me, i know i wouldnt. Im sorry for snapping at you y/n.” he squeezes your hand gently while petting your head with soft touches.

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Youngjae - seeing the tears falling from your face he would feel his heart drop to his feet. he would try to speak, but nothing came out. you run to another room slamming the door, making youngjae jump out of his skin. he is frozen, trying to process what he did. instead of going to you he gets his stuff and leaves. he knows that you wouldnt want to see him for a while so he goes to a friends place, waiting until the next day to try to mend the break in the relationship.

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Bambam - you both would be screaming at eachother, insults flying through the air, until bambam takes it too far and causes you to stop. the red clears from his vision and he sees your tear stained face. you wipe your face and grab your keys and a jacket. “fuck you bambam”. you slam the door in his face, leaving him alone in the room. he would be in disbelief of himself. how could he say that? he was mad but not that mad. he quickly runs after you, making you stop and tries to apologize the best he can. he does his best to make you stay, knowing that if you left it could be the end.

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Yugyeom - after he yells at you, he sees you fall to pieces. you hold your head in your hands, running past him. he watches you run, not quite processing what hes done yet. hearing you cry in your room he stands in the door way with his head hanging, biting his tongue hard so he wont cry. he sits next to you and rubs your leg gently. “im sorry….i shouldnt have done that….” he knew that relationships take a lot of work to stay strong, but he didnt know that it took heartbreak as well. he takes a mental note to never yell at you like that again.

Originally posted by got7hoe