i want to hang out with you so badly

` ° • ✧ TANGLED SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Call it what you will… fate… destiny… ’
’ You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. ’
’ Really let that seep in. ’
’ What are you getting? ’
’ Your thoughts? ’
’ I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. ’
’ I could get used to a view like this. ’
’ Yep, I’m used to it. Guys I want a castle. ’
’ Great. Now I’m the bad guy. ’
’ Look in that mirror. ’
’ I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. ’
’ Oh look, you’re here too. ’
’ Skip the drama, stay with Mama! ’
’ This is the story of how I died. ’
’ Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. ’
’ Oh… oh no… where is my satchel? ’
’ I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it. ’
’ It’s in that pot, isn’t it? ’
’ I’m just teasing! ’
’ How you manage to do that every single day without fail! ’
’ It looks absolutely exhausting, darling! ’
’ Then I don’t know why it takes so long. ’
’ Oh, it’s nothing. ’
’ Who are you, and how did you find me? ’
’ I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. ’
’ May I just say… Hi. How ya doin’? ’
’ You were my new dream. ’
’ You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done! ’
’ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me! ’
’ How ‘bout best two out of three? ’
’ Who’s that? ’
’ They don’t like me. ’
’ Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, ______? ’
’ Go. Live your dream. ’
’ Your dream stinks. I was talking to her. ’
’ I was saying tomorrow is a really big day, and you didn’t really respond. ’
’ I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year. ’
’ No no no, can’t be. ’
’ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ’
’ You know how I feel about the mumbling. ’
’ Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying! ’
’ I’m just teasing, you’re adorable. ’
’ I love you so much, darling. ’
’ Let me just get this straight. ’
’ I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me back my satchel? ’
’ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ’
’ I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. ’
’ This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen. ’
’ Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns. ’
’ You broke my smolder. ’
’ Here comes the smolder. ’
’ This is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad… ’
’ They just can’t get my nose right! ’
’ Who cares? ’
’ Well, it’s easy for you to say… ’
’ The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it. ’
’ I’ve been dreaming about them my entire life! ’
’ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ’
’ What’s your dream? ’
’ Sorry, boys. I don’t sing. ’
’ Well, I hope you’re here to apologize. ’
’ I have something for you too. ’
’ I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. ’
’ And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. ’
’ You know what I mean? ’
’ All right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. ’
’ I just… I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t… trust me? ’
’ Sorry… my hands are full. ’
’ I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years. ’
’ And what if it is? What do I do then? ’
’ What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? ’
’ Well, that’s the good part I guess. ’
’ You get to go find a new dream. ’
’ That’s a lot of hair. ’
’ Oh, now they’re just being mean. ’
’ I can’t believe I did this! ’
’ I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? ’
’ I have made the decision to trust you. ’
’ So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? ’
’ Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it… ’
’ I have a big surprise! ’
’ Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes? ’
’ Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? ’
’ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ’
’ You should see your faces because you look - ’
’ I didn’t see that coming. ’
’ But I know what the big question is? ’
’ So! Hey can I ask you something? ’
’ Because I’m not gonna lie, that would be stupendous… ’
’ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super strength in my hand? ’
’ Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess. ’
’ Whoaaaa! Somebody get me a glass! ’
’ Frying pans… who knew, right? ’
’ Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out. ’
’ Is that blood in your mustache? ’
’ Look at all the blood in his mustache! ’
’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’
’ Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. ’
’ A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even. ’
’ I mean, this is serious stuff. ’
’ But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up. ’
’ You’re way over thinking this, trust me. ’
’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m letting you out of the deal. ’
’ What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? ’
’ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? ’
’ Well, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t know you had that in you back there. ’
’ Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair. ’
’ Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog. ’
’ If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before? ’
’ Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? ’
’ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… ’
’ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ’
’ Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing. ’

Okay so two kids in my afterschool class that don’t really hang out much, drew this together and wanted to show me it really badly. They had so much pride in it so i took a picture. It was a boy and a girl that did it so the boy tells me “LOOK MS SHELBIE, ITS THE ILLUMINATI, ME AND AVI DREW IT. I DREW THE TRIANGLE AND SHE DREW THE EYE” I was just bursted out laughing, at it but i was also impressed with their memes.

In conclusion:

“What do kids love? Memes? The Illuminati? Memes about the illuminati? Yes. Yes they do.”

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter would include...

So this is my first kind of “would include” headcanon so let’s see if I do this right…it’s kinda long and i have no idea id this is what it woild be like so I just went for it xD

Tony Stark / Headcanon Masterlists


  • Actually turning out okay
  • Being the result of an old girlfriend– not really sure what happened to her. Tony never talked about her, you’re his main priority now. 
  • Not many people thought Tony would be able to handle a child, let alone one of the opposite sex
  • But he can actually be really chill
  • As a child he spoiled you so much, but he’s learned to calm down over the years
  • But when you want something you ask for it and he does the “on a scale of one to this will kill you if i don’t buy it” how badly do you need it?” but he usually almost always buys what you want. because stark.
  • You were exposed to the party scene very early on. The press was always interested in hearing from the perspective of Tony’s daughter
  • Pepper being your mother figure and her loving you even if you aren’t her own
  • You and Pepper hanging out when Tony is busy
  • She loves you so much
  • Tony calls a press conference? Pepper is there to watch after you. Tony has to save the world with the Avengers? Pepper keeps you in her sight to make sure you are okay
  • Oh man when he went missing in 2008, Pepper took you in because you felt safest with her without your father around
  • You were the most worried when he went missingIt was the worst time of your life, hearing your father was missing and presumed dead
  • Pepper came into the house one day “(Y/N)! HE’S BEEN FOUND! TONY IS ALIVE!”
  • Bursting into tears so quickly
  • Going with Pepper to see him when he arrived back and losing it even more when you actually got to hug your dad for what felt like the first time in forever
  • Tony being so relieved he got to hold you again, he didn’t know if it would ever happen
  • You basically forced him to tell you how he escaped meaning you learned so quickly about the Iron Man project
  • Spending so much time in the labs either just keeping company or helping
  • Trying to make your own AI since Tony has JARVIS why not try to make one yourself
  • Not actually doing too bad
  • Vacations were the shit because you could just hop on a private plane with your father and go wherever was decided
  • You basically forced him to tell you how he escaped meaning you learned so quickly about the Iron Man project
  • You wanting to build your own Iron Daughter suit but Tony freaking out that it’s too dangerous for you
  • “Then why do you do it? You’re my dad! It looks like so much fun!”
  • “It comes with a lot of responsibility, (Y/N), it’s not a toy.”
  • “So? I want to be like you! I look up to you and I want to do the things you do. I want to protect the world too, I can take care of myself.”
  • “I know you can…but I can’t risk it. I can’t risk losing you.”
  • And then you realize how much your father actually cares for you and you dropped the whole suit thing
  • [after the avengers becomes a thing] Having many ideas that you share with the science bros™
  • Bruce loves you because you can annoy Tony to death
  • Always pulling the “Steve would let me do that…” card to get Tony to let you do things
  • Meeting Peter and tony either loving him or “don’t touch my daughter, Peter Parker.”
  • The Avengers really is just one big family and they love you too
  • Never wanting the Accords to become a thing. Luckily, your young mind was able to talk sense into everyone and help them realize they’re being stupid the avengers can’t split up. someone go save the old russian soldier and everyone hug it out.
  • Tony and Steve still argue about everything, though, there is no getting out of that
  • “How do you deal with him?” Natasha asks you almost daily about your father
  • But there will always be the kind of sarcastic-loving-family relationship. 
  • Basically you are the glue for Pepper and Tony’s relationship and even though they took a break when the Accords stuff was happening, they got back together and you couldn’t be more happy
  • thats all ive got right now so xD
Clint’s Daughter

Note: feedback is welcome! I loved this request, omg.

Request: I adore ur writing and was wondering if u could do where the reader is like Clints daughter and last time Bucky saw her was when she was younger and now she’s grown up and he starts feeling things and ya know maybe throw some make out in there and some touchy stuff ;) and DOLL JESUS PLS YES LOVE U - @iblamemichael181

Originally posted by sebbystansmanbun


Clint was probably as excited as you were to finally have you back at Stark Tower in a few short hours. You haven’t been there in so many years, you actually lost count. You were tired of the country life and you desperately needed a change in scenery. 

Your dad said you had a place at Stark Tower anytime you wanted to visit the city and your family, as he calls them. So, you packed your bags and told your dad you wanted to visit.

Your mom was a little more reluctant to let you go, she always wanted to make sure you were safe. Clint assured her time and time again that nobody would be able to mess with you, not when you had an army of Avengers by your side. After convincing her to let you leave, you made your way to the jet Tony had so kindly sent out for you.


Clint was pacing along the common room floor, checking the clock every five minutes. “Clint, she’ll be here. Sit down, you’re making me nervous.” Tony said with a loud sigh. Clint shook his head and stopped pacing, turning to face the others. “She hasn’t been here in years, I just want her to feel at home.” Clint said, checking the clock once again. You should be landing anytime now.

The team was talking among themselves, all gathered around, waiting for you to get there. Everyone was excited to see you again, only remembering you as your younger self. They always tried to keep in touch, mostly Steve and Nat than anyone else.

Soon after, the jet finally landed on the roof of the Tower and Clint basically screeched in excitement, causing the team to laugh. “Jesus.” Sam muttered, shaking his head as he chuckled. The team all stood around in a welcoming line, ready to see you.

Clint stood in front of them, a big smile on his face. “I can’t wait to see her!” Nat squealed, bouncing on her feet. Steve smiled and nodded. “Me either, I wonder how much she’s grown.” Steve said, staring at the elevator anxiously.

Bucky stood beside Steve, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Y'think she’ll remember me?” Bucky asked quietly, catching Steve’s attention. You had just briefly met Bucky the last time you had visited the Tower, you didn’t have a lot of time to stay. You were much younger and didn’t get to properly warm up to him.

Steve turned to Bucky, a small look of shock on his face. “Of course she’ll remember you, Buck.” Steve said, nudging Bucky’s side. Bucky smiled and sighed. He enjoyed having you around that one time, you were young and full of energy. You made everyone smile and just made the place feel happy. Bucky could remember how you wore pigtails in your hair and wore little sundresses, he thought you were such an adorable little girl.

You sighed, nervously playing with the hem of your sundress. The elevator suddenly dinged and the doors opened. You saw the entire team standing with big smiles on their faces. “Y/N!” Clint and Nat both yelled, rushing over to you. 

You smiled shyly and set your bags down, letting your dad pick you up and twirl you around. Clint’s smile was so wide and you couldn’t help but squeeze him tightly. “Dad!” You said, your arms tight around his neck. You laughed as he set you down and you turned to a rather overly excited Nat. 

“My turn!” She yelled, pulling you into a tight embrace. “You’ve grown up so much!” She yelled excitedly. You hugged her back and she swayed you from side to side. “I’ve missed you!” You yelled back, smiling as she giggled into your ear.

She pulled away and you turned to see Steve standing there. You squealed as you ran and hopped up, wrapping yourself around Steve. “Steeviiieee!” You yelled, hearing him chuckle. “Y/N!” Steve yelled back, twirling you around just like Clint did. He set you down on your feet, helping you keep steady.

You beamed up at Steve, your hands resting on his biceps. “Dang, Brooklyn! Those muscles have grown!” You said, your eyes and mouth wide in amazement. Steve playfully flexed under your hold and chuckled. “You haven’t grown much height wise, but wow! You’re so beautiful!” Steve said, causing Clint to clear his throat, eyeing Steve. “Oh Dad, stop it.” You said giggling. Steve pulled you along, your dad and Nat following behind.

You shyly waved at everyone and Tony stepped forward now, gaining your attention. “Okay, has it really been that long?” Tony asked, giving you a tight hug. You smiled and gave his back a light pat. “It has.” You pulled away, “You’ve gone grey.” You said, making Tony gasp and pull away from you. “Dammit!” He yelled but you stopped him before he could rush to the nearest mirror. “I’m kidding!” You laughed along with everyone else.

You shared hugs with everyone and it was time you reunited with Bucky. You smiled and Bucky stepped forward, his eyes raking up your body. “Y/N, you’ve grown.” Bucky said, letting out a breathy chuckle and pulled you into a hug. “It’s been so long, Doll.” Bucky said, causing the room to fall silent at the sudden nickname. You smiled and hugged Bucky back, feeling his arms tighten around you.

Your heart started to race in your chest and you blushed, noticing Bucky held you longer than anyone else did. Clint cleared his throat again and you quickly separated from Bucky. You noticed Bucky’s eyes fall to your cleavage as you pulled away. “I know, I’m sorry I was away for so long. We have so much to catch up on!” You said, smiling up at Bucky. His blue eyes locked with yours and you swear you could see him blushing.

You heard Sam snicker. “Oh, boy.” He whispered, though nobody commented on it. Clint held your bags and smiled at you. “I wanna show you your room. Tony and the others are gonna start dinner. We’re all gonna hang out outside, we’re having burgers!” Your dad smiled widely, dragging you away from everyone.

You turned to wave and Bucky stood there, seemingly full of shock. You turned back to the elevator and the doors closed, taking you to your room. “How was the flight?” Clint asked, rubbing your back. You smiled. “That man and his fancy jets.” You laughed softly, your dad doing the same.


A few hours passed and you caught up with everyone pretty quickly. They were all surprised at how much you had grown up over the years. You enjoyed talking to the team and every now and then, you would catch Bucky staring at you. You felt some sort of connection between each other.

You were all sitting at a table in the backyard, eating dinner. The sun was just beginning to set and you were laughing at something Tony said. “I swear, you never left the tower without wearing a sundress! I don’t know what it is.” Tony said, making you smile. “My mom always bought them for me when I was little,” You shrugged, “It stuck with me, I guess.” You said, watching Tony nod with a smile.

The conversation carried on and you noticed Bucky looking at you again. You had to admit he has gotten a lot more muscular and he was a very handsome man. You blushed when he winked at you and you felt an elbow gently jab your arm. You turned to Nat, seeing her sip from her cup, her eyebrow quirked. You sent a questioning look at her, but you knew what she was hinting at.

Bruce cleared his throat and looked at you. “So, Y/N, you went to college, didn’t you?” Bruce asked, his eyes kind and his smile small. You nodded. “I did! I really enjoyed it, but I’m not entirely sure what I want to do.” You said, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Bruce nodded, smiling at you. “That’s understandable.” He commented.

Sam smirked at you. “Party a lot?” Sam asked, making you blush. You giggled and rolled your eyes. “No, I was too busy for all of that.” You replied, shaking your head. Sam smirked again, leaning in closer to you. He was sitting right across from you. 

“No time for a boyfriend either?” Sam asked, earning a slap to his arm from Steve. “OW! It was just a question.” Sam said, furrowing his eyebrows at Steve. “Wings off, Sam.” Steve said in a stern voice. Everyone laughed and you blushed, slowly looking over at Bucky. Bucky’s head was hanging down a tad and he was picking at his food. 

You sighed softly and turned your attention back to everyone else. Clint was staring daggers at Sam and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. Your dad was always protective about a guy stepping into your life. He wanted someone he approved of and you feel like the only guy your dad would approve of would be Steve, but your eyes have been on Bucky since you got here.

You felt something in your gut when you look at Bucky. Something is drawing you in and you were nervous, yet you wanted to be near him so badly. You wanted to touch him, feel him, hold him, in the most innocent sense. But also in another sense of those words. The way his hair was hanging loosely in his makeshift bun and the tight black tank top he was wearing now made your mouth water.

A snap of two fingers broke you out of your thoughts and you jumped slightly in your spot. “Hm?” You asked, looking towards Wanda. “You okay?” She asked, looking at you. You sighed and cleared your throat. “I-I just need to use the ladies room. I’ll be back.” You rushed, standing from your seat. “Is everything alright?” Clint asked, putting down his cup. His eyebrows were creased together with worry. All eyes were on you, even Bucky’s.

You nodded and gave your dad a small smile. “I just need some fresh air.” You said before walking away and up the stone path that led to a back door. “Aren’t we outside?” Vision questioned as you walked off. The team all looked over to you and Bucky watched your figure walking away, his tongue lightly darting out to wet his lips.  (refer to gif omg)

You sighed and shook your head, more thoughts of Bucky coming into your mind. What was wrong with you? You just got here today after years of being gone, why are you already catching feelings for someone like you’re desperate for a guy? But you just couldn’t help it, Bucky was just so hot. He was nice, too. 

You walked up to the elevator, sighing again. You looked at the buttons, your floor number disappearing from your clouded mind. You bit your lip, wiggling your fingers as you tried to remember it. You looked at the mass amount of floor numbers and pressed what you thought was yours. You waited patiently for it stop.

As the doors opened, you slowly walked out, seeing a floor similar to yours. You hoped you got it right, but as you walked down the long hallway, the musky cologne smell from the three rooms made you realize that this was not your floor. You kept walking down the hallway anyways, looking at the decorations on the doors as you walked by.

You walked by Sam’s room, a sign saying “Falcons Only” on his door with a drawing of him hanging off of it. You smiled and looked to your left, right across was Steve’s door. It had a decal of his shield on it, with a small picture of him and the team pinned to it. You stepped up to his door and gently let your fingers touch the photo. You giggled when you noticed the bunny ears Sam held above Bucky’s head.

Your eyes remained on Bucky’s face for a little longer. His smile was genuine, his eyes squinted from his smile being so wide. His hair was framing his face and he had a cap on. He looked really happy and at peace with himself.

You smiled and moved away from Steve’s door, seeing another one at the end of the hall. There was a large window on the wall you faced. It was almost dark now, surely the team would be inside soon.

You waked over to the last door. There was nothing on it. No name tag, no drawing, no photos, no symbol of the Avenger who lived in this room. Curiosity getting the best of you, you turned the doorknob and peeked inside. The room was simple and had minimal in it. You walked inside, leaving the door cracked.

You looked around the room, looking for anything that would give you a hint of who occupied it. You saw a perfectly made bed, no wrinkles on it. There was no clutter, nothing out of place. Everything was neat and clean, organized as if the person hated clutter. A cluttered bedroom meant a cluttered mind. Maybe this person suffered with a cluttered mind before.

You walked over to the desk in the bedroom, seeing a few books. You recognized some of them, others you didn’t. A red journal shoved in between two books caught your attention. You knew you shouldn’t look, but you were in too deep now. Your fingers gently tugged the book free, not a speck of dust was on it. It was red and there was a star on it. Your fingers traced the star and you heard the door creak open.

A gasp fell from your lips and you turned to face the door, seeing Bucky standing there. “Bucky!” You squealed, holding the book to your chest, your heart racing and your breathing heavy. Bucky walked in and over to you, making you gulp. This must be his room and he didn’t look pleased to see you in here. Actually, you couldn’t tell how he felt. His eyes and expression were unreadable.

Bucky stood in front of you, his body towering over yours. His hand reached up and he tugged the book from your chest, his eyes glancing at your cleavage again. You took a shaky breath and Bucky leaned closer to you, his torso resting against your chest. Bucky slid the book back in its rightful place and you licked your lips nervously.

Bucky leaned back a little, his hand rising up to hold your waist. You gasped softly. “I-I’m sorry, I just-I, uh, I forgot my floor number.” You said quietly, looking up at Bucky. He held your waist with both hands now and he leaned back enough to look into your eyes. You felt small under his gaze, his blue eyes staring into yours. “Bucky?” You asked softly as he started leaning into you.

Your breath was uneven and Bucky’s lips ghosted over yours. “Tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his breath fanning over your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered a little and you felt Bucky squeeze your waist. You looked into Bucky’s eyes. “I-I,” you breathed, “Don’t.” You whispered back. 

Bucky’s lips quirked into a smile and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You let your hands rest on his forearms, letting them glide up his arms and to his shoulders as you kissed him back. Bucky’s lips were soft and plump, perfectly moving with yours. You let your eyes flutter shut and sighed into the kiss.

Bucky pulled you closer and your wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes. Bucky easily picked you up as the kiss deepened, wrapping your legs around his waist. You carefully pulled out his hair tie, letting his thick hair fall, only to be tangled by your fingers. You gently tugged on it, hearing Bucky groan into the kiss. 

He pulled away, your lips and his making a smacking sound. You breathed heavily, Bucky doing the same. He gently laid you down on your back on his bed, keeping your legs wrapped around him. His lips connected with yours again and you felt his tongue poke against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting your tongue wrestle with his.

A moan fell from your lips and Bucky’s hands lifted your dress up, resting his hands on your thighs. Bucky ground his hips against yours and you moaned, feeling his crotch rub against you. His lips attached to the side of your neck and you gasped, tilting your head so he had better access. “Bucky.” You breathed, feeling him sucking on your pulse point. Bucky smirked against you and stopped sucking before he left a mark.

Bucky pulled away from you and you turned to look at him. His lips were wet and red from kissing you. “You’re so beautiful, Doll.” Bucky said, his hand gently caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked away from Bucky. “Hey,” Bucky kissed your cheek, “Look at me, Doll.” Bucky said softly. You giggled and looked at Bucky again, his eyes looking into yours.

Bucky smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again. You kissed him back, letting your fingers run through his hair. Bucky gasped a little, grinding his hips into yours again. You moaned softly and suddenly heard someone calling your name. You gasped and Bucky moved off of you, clearing his throat.

You quickly stood off Bucky’s bed, straightening your dress. Bucky stood away from you, rushing over to his desk to casually lean against it. The door suddenly opened and Steve looked inside. “There you are! I’ve been searching for you guys!” Steve said, sighing out. He looked between you and Bucky, noticing both of your red cheeks and the slightly messed up bed.

Steve pointed to the bed, his eyebrows furrowed. Steve scratched the back of his head and you blushed, shifting on your feet. You shyly looked at Bucky and he was blushing like you were. “You-your, the bed, Bucky.” Steve said, his eyes widening. “Don’t tell my Dad! Please!” You begged, seeing Sam barge into the room now. His eyebrows raised and he caught on quicker. “No way!” Sam said, laughing.

You groaned and walked over to Sam and Steve. “Promise me you won’t tell!” You pleaded as Bucky walked up to you. His arm slithered around your waist and Steve sighed, eyeing Bucky. “I won’t.” Steve finally said, looking at Sam. Sam stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “You have my word.” Sam said, smirking at you. You sighed and thanked the two guys before they left.

You turned to Bucky and he smiled down at you. “That was close.” You breathed, shyly smiling at Bucky. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your stomach erupted with butterflies. “Let’s go before someone else comes in.” Bucky said, grabbing your hand. You smiled, looking down at your joined hands, suddenly not caring if anyone saw it. Not even your dad.

You were happy you deicded to visit again.

Note: oh gosh, I hope you like this. the ending sucked, I feel like. :( thanks for the request, sweetie! feedback is welcome, I love when you guys let me know you enjoy my writing! .c

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Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.

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Originally posted by hey-vi0let

I will not forget

All the wonderful things you’ve done

You sat on the cold floor of your kitchen, tears flowing out of your eyes. You let out a shaky sigh, a sob about to burst through. It was if the world was out to get you today. One thing after another. You woke up late for your uni class, you forgot that a test was scheduled and ended up turning in a test with hardly anything on it because you didn’t know the information, you had to work double shifts since your coworker decided to call in sick, you went to pick up dinner but your card was declined since someone was accessing your bank account. It was just national “Piss on Y/N Day.”

You heard keys jingling in your door before a voice called out to you. Harry turned the corner into the kitchen and sighed, “Oh, love.” You looked up at Harry and started to sob. Harry quickly sat on the floor next to you and pulled you into his lap. He started whispering things such as “You’re going to be okay, love.” or “I love you, you brave girl.”

Eventually your crying ceased. You were just enjoying the feeling of Harry’s arms around you. You quickly looked at him, “You’re supposed to be at Jeff’s birthday dinner right now!”

Harry kissed your forehead. “Jeff will understand. Gotta make sure my girl’s okay.”


It’s like a test, it’s like a game

To see how much I can take

Harry was pacing in front of you, face red. You were looking down at your hands, sat on the couch in his living room.

“I just don’t understand what the big deal is, Y/N!” Harry turned to you, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t change anything! Still love you!”

You sighed for the millionth time that time. You pinched your nose and closed your eyes. “Why do you have to pretend you’re dating someone else? What good will that do?”

Harry sat down next to you. “It’ll get people talking. It’ll bring up my name more. My album would be talked about more.” You looked down at the coffee table, “Why can’t you be seen with me? Why can’t I be the reason why you’re being talked about?”

This time Harry sighed, wanting the conversation to end, “We’ve been seen together already and already claimed we’re friends. Bringing someone new will bring more conversation to the table.” Harry stood up from the couch and looked down at you, “Whether you like it or not, this is happening.” He walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. Not wanting to be there any longer, you grabbed your jacket and left his apartment.


Tell me you’ve never loved me

Tell me that it wasn’t real

Just say you’ve found somebody else

Since the fight, Harry stayed true to his word. Him and his publicity team found someone he could pretend to date. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She was the classic “girl next door.” What Harry didn’t mention was just how long this whole ordeal would go on. It’s been a month and Harry was still required to be seen with this girl. What he also failed to mention was the lack of communication the two of you would have. Missed calls, unanswered texts, hardly coming to one another’s apartments. He was in the same city but you’ve never felt as far as you did from him. You were looking at your phone, a new picture of “Harry and his beau” was on the screen. Your best friend was staring at your every move, a look of sympathy on her face. “You know. He should just date her. Make things easier. If he wants to be seen with someone else so badly just fucking be with her.” You mumbled, reading the article of Harry and his new love interest.

Your best friend winced, not wanting to upset you any more. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.”

You slammed your phone down and looked up at her. “I mean it, he should just get it over with already.”


Pictures disappear

And every memory will fade

“I’m so sorry, Y/N!” Harry said while on FaceTime with you. You were in the living room of your apartment, a banner saying “Happy birthday” hanging behind you. You moved out of the way as your friends were gratefully cleaning after the party. “Management thought it would be nice to be seen at Paris! Thought it would look like a little get away! Make it seem romantic!” Harry tried reasoning with you. You looked at him with an emotionless face. I should be going on a runaway trip to Paris with you. Especially on my fucking birthday. “It’s fine, Harry.” You started walking to your bedroom door, passing down hallways filled with pictures of you and Harry.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”


Break my heart

You stared at the magazine in front of you. Mocking you and confirming your worst nightmare. On the picture was a photo of Harry kissing his “girlfriend” with his arms wrapped around her waist. You stared at it with no emotion whatsoever. Somehow, you knew this would happen. You were done.


This can only end one way

Just do it now, I don’t wanna wait

“Break up with me” You said as soon as Harry’s apartment door opened.

Harry gave you a look. He knew you saw that picture. He gasped, “What..No.”

You pushed him out of the way and walked into his apartment. “Clearly I don’t mean anything to you if you’re out cheating on me.”

Harry closed the door and looked at you, “Cheating! It’s for-”

“I know! It’s for work but that kiss wasn’t for work! That was solely for your own pleasure!” You screamed at him, hands flying to your hair and tugging on it.

Harry panicked and walked up to you, hands trying to find yours, “Love, please let me explain-”

You quickly backed away from him and started to walk to the door. You turned your head over your shoulder. “We’re though.”


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Treat Her Better

Originally posted by whyparkjimin


ANONYMOUS Requested: 

Hii can I request an angst yet fluffy jimin scenario where there are rumours about jimin and seulgi and you feel so sad about it but keep to yourself and then jimin says things about her and they have a big fight but fluffy ending please and thank you 💕💕 have a good day x


Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1,141

A/N: You gave me too much freedom with this, hope you like it regardless.


You and Jimin had known each other for a while, from when you two were kids. You always thought of his as that brother you never had. He was sweet and caring, but could also mess around and have a good time. The two of you were always close. When he wasn’t napping in your bed, you were over at his place hanging out. He was basically family to you, he didn’t even have to knock when he went over to your place; and your parents loved him, too. You shared almost everything, friends, family, houses, sometimes you even took his clothes. However, no matter how close you were you couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy when other girls got too close to him. You convinced yourself you didn’t have feelings for Jimin, you couldn’t have feelings for him.

The two of you remained close, even after he left to Seoul to pursue and eventually accomplish his dream of being an idol. He was now in the public eye, he wasn’t quite the Jimin you had grown up with. Nevertheless, your friendship didn’t dwindle, if anything your bond grew stronger. Eventually you, too, left Busan to pursue something greater. You didn’t necessarily want to become famous, you just wanted to write; and so you wrote. You became a published author, got your own place, made your own life. It was everything you could ever want, a quiet life in the city. You still hung out with Jimin on the occasion that he had a day off, it wasn’t uncommon that you talked with him. You’d met his idol friends once or twice, and even though he was a big world renowned star, he was still the little Jimin you’d grown up with. He hadn’t changed a single bit. However, your heart longed for him, and you knew better than to tell him. You knew that there were idol girls that he could definitely prefer over you.

Such was the case with Seulgi. Dating rumors broke, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous even though Jimin was neither yours nor hers. You asked him if it was true, but he’d mostly laugh it off with a

“Ah, we’re not dating. I think I’ve seen her a few times on shows, but we’re just friends, I think. Why do you ask? Are you jealous, (y/n)?”

Which you then vigorously denied that you were jealous, how could you be? Jimin was like your brother, not exactly the guy you’d want to catch feelings for. Regardless, you carried on with your lives, leaving the rumors on the back of your mind.

Rumors. Rumors is all they were, until Jimin was getting a liking for Seulgi. He’d begun to remark how good she looked recently, how amazing her voice was. She truly was stunning, she was an idol after all. She was really sweet, too, she was everything you weren’t. So what if Jimin liked her? You could find someone too, there were a lot of charming guys out there. But, something in your heart made you die inside a little when he spoke so fondly about her, it made you sad that it wasn’t you he praised. That it wasn’t you who occupied his thoughts, because he sure occupied yours. As much as it killed you, you couldn’t tell him how you felt; that’d endanger your friendship. Maybe it was time to let go.

 

One day, the two of you decided to grab lunch together. Everything was going like it usually does, you teasing Jimin about something or other, both of you laughing about it, and moving on. Eventually, the subject turned to Seulgi. As per usual, Jimin began on how beautiful she was, the usual. But for once you didn’t care to hear about her anymore, you’d heard enough. Before you knew it, you were interrupting Jimin mid- praise.

“If you love her so much why don’t you just date her already?! I’m sure she’d be perfectly willing!” -You remarked, your tone a lot harsher than you had intended. He was taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“(Y/n), what was that for?! Are you actually jealous right now?!” He raised his voice only a slight bit, but it was enough to make tears well up in your eyes. He really couldn’t see it. How could he be so clueless?

“Maybe it’s because you won’t shut up about her! Like, I get it, Jimin, you really like her! So go be with her if you want her so badly!”

“You know I can’t do that, (y/n).”

“What the fuck is stopping you? Sure as hell isn’t me! Nobody is stopping you!”

With that, Jimin had had enough,

“When you can get over your petty jealousy, we can hang out again. Don’t even bother with texting me, call me intead. But only if you’re actually dying.”

He left you there on the verge of tears. You wanted to be mad at him, but you knew that this was all your doing.  You texted him anyway, completely ignoring what he’d told you just moments ago.

[2:20PM (Y/N): Jimin I’m sorry, let’s talk yeah?]

[2:20PM (Y/N): Please, I’m really sorry.]

[Jimin: seen 2:21PM]

 

You took that as your cue to go home. For once in your life, you actually listened to Jimin, you didn’t text or call him. You decided that maybe this would do it, this was how you’d get over him. But, as the days went on, you just grew fonder and fonder. Not leaving your mind a single second, you didn’t even dare going on social media or outside for that matter. The days passed by in a daze, it felt like only a few hours ago you’d had that argument with Jimin. You hadn’t seen a single ray of sunlight in at least a week. And still, he refused to call or text.


You never minded being alone, but tonight it was killing you. You couldn’t keep this up, as stubborn as you were, you couldn’t keep denying it to yourself. You couldn’t keep denying it to Jimin either. You had the brilliant idea to call him, half drunk, at 11PM with hopes that he’d pick up. The alcohol was liquid courage, it filled you with determination to tell him how you felt once and for all. The line rang, once, twice,

“Hello?” His voice tired and raspy.

“Jimin, I love you.” You said, before you could stop yourself.

“(Y/n), do you know what time it is?”

“Yeah, but I just called to say I love you. I was jealous, and I’m sorry. I might have been childish but I want to say I’m sorry and that I don’t care if you like Seulgi.”

There was a brief silence, as if he was unsure of what you’d said.

“(Y/n)?”

“Jimin?”

“I love you, too.”

Sweeter

Here’s 4K+ words worth of slightly angsty smut, yal. Please don’t be shy to let me know what you think and above all else, ENJOY. :)

-Kay


“Harry, I am so, so sorry.”

Your voice chokes with emotion as you search for the right words.

“I know I messed up… I know… God, I know.”

You’ve been pleading for Harry’s forgiveness for hours now, following him around his home, heart hanging heavy in your chest. Now you’re standing in the middle of his gym, apologizing in just about every way you know how while he concedes nothing but one-word replies. It’s been this way all morning and you’re starting to feel tired, crushed between a boulder and the hardest place.

“I just want you to see that I wasn’t coming from a malicious place,” you plead, tears starting to prickle the corners of your eyes as Harry’s feet pound full speed against the treadmill beside you.

Harry wears a scowl as he ignores you, chest heaving as he blows air out of circled, crimson lips, face flushed red with anger and exhaustion. If this were any other day, you would stare in reverent appreciation for the way he looks shirtless in low slung sweats. Sweat trickles down his bare chest and the lean muscles of his torso flex and stretch with each stride, making you wish so badly that could reach out and touch him. But today is today - a day you’ve fucked up royally - and you don’t dare put a hand on him when he’s looking right through you as if you’re not even there.

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First for Everything

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey! Can you do a fic where the reader got drunk and got into a car accident because her and jughead got into a fight the same night.

Can you do an imagine where Jughead and reader are dating and she was in a car accident and now has coma. Maybe nobody knows if she will wake up and Jughead is just so distraught but eventually everything turns out good. Angsty and first but then fluffy at the end

Warnings: Drunk driving (don’t do it, kids), Swearing, Alcohol consumption

Wordcount: 2,280

A/N: More combined prompts! I hope that’s okay! (I do this because I don’t want to make too many stories with the same type of plot, and I don’t want to run out of things to post for you guys!) Hopefully my stories can fill the void between episodes.  I also have some song fics in the works and B&B coming out soon! (Y/D/N) = your dad’s name Ps. my friend just finished 13 Reasons Why and we started talking about heavy stuff so my hands started shaking when I was typing the last bit so that was my cue that the story needed to be posted and also that’s why its v emotional ok i love you all. 


Riverdale turned upside down Sophomore year, the murder of Jason Blossom, new girl Veronica, the closing of the Drive-In. A year later, Riverdale is starting to get back to normal. The murder is solved, Veronica isn’t new, and the Drive-In construction is almost complete. People begin to relax and enjoy the rest of high school, finding new relationships in the process, the most noticeable being (Y/N) and Jughead’s.

Two years later and suddenly it’s Senior Year.

Senior year of high school is always portrayed as one of the best years of a person’s life. People always say that it will be remembered forever, and that it’s something people will always want to go back to.

(Y/N) is trying to make it count for that reason, trying to have as much fun as she can. She has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect set of friends, and a full ride to her top pick college. All she needs are the memories.

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a party at Cheryl’s house. Betty and Veronica are going, and she’s pretty sure they’ve convinced Archie and Kevin to go.

“Come on, babe, please?” she asks, putting on a promise ring he gave her for their one year anniversary.

“Me? At a party? You can’t be serious.” Jughead responds, leaning against his elbows on the bed.

“I’ll be fun, just this once.” she says, walking over and straddling his waist on the bed. She leans down and presses her lips to his gently, holding the collar of his shirt in her hands. His hands go to hold her waist.

“No, (Y/N), you know how I feel about these things.” he whispers against her lips, pulling back ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything.” she pleads, trying anything to get some company at the party. She doesn’t want to be alone, as she for sure knows that Betty and Ronnie will probably be flirting, Archie and Val will be there together, and who knows how drunk Kevin will be to be an actual human to hang out with. She just wants him to be there, for once. She wants him to be there with her.

“I don’t want to be around that atmosphere.” he says, lifting her up and setting her down to the bed before standing up and going over to his backpack that is by the door.

“I’ll be there.” she says, looking at him from the bed.

“And I’ve told you about ten times that we should just stay in and watch a movie.” he shrugs his shoulders, pulling out his laptop and sitting in the bay window. He opens it the screen lights up his face. He is beautiful, she thinks.

“That’s no fun.” she says before she can stop herself. She loves spending time with him, just the two of them, but she yearned to show her boyfriend off, and how amazing he is.

“It used to be.” he shoots back. They used to spend every friday watching a movie, and he doesn’t know where those times went. All he wants is to have her all to himself, and partying isn’t really his thing in the first place. He spends most of his time around the stench of alcohol thanks to his dad, he doesn’t need to do that with (Y/N).

She stands up with a huff and goes to her closet, pulling out a few different pairs of shoes to see which one will go the best with her outfit. “Well sorry if I actually want to be social for a change.” she says under her breath, hoping he can’t hear.

He does, and she can tell because he closes his laptop, creating a sudden loud noise that makes her jump, “And I’m glad you are, but does it have to be at her house?” he questions, “The one who’s made fun of you for what? All of grade school?”

She rolls her eyes at the words. Sure, Cheryl had bullied her most of middle school, and sure Jughead and Archie were the ones who were always there, but that doesn’t mean that people can’t change. Cheryl has been doing good things for the school since her brother died, and (Y/N) believes that this party invite is the final step in getting over their long feud.

“She’s changed.” is all she says, in a monotone voice.

It’s his turn to whisper something under his breath, “Doubt it.”

“Since when am I not allowed to parties?” she turns on him, staring him down.
“I never said you couldn’t go.” he gets defensive.

“Well it sure sounds like you don’t want me to.” she raises her eyebrows and puts her hands on her hips.

“I don’t want you to, but I’m not going to control your every move.” that’s something he promised himself he would never do. He never wants to be controlling, or tell anyone else what to do. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially (Y/N). He loves her too much to ever do that to her, the way her hair gently falls over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkle, even in the dim light of her room. In the heat of this moment, she was still gorgeous to him.

“Yeah sure.” she scoffs, now folding her arms over her chest. She knows she’s blowing this out of proportion, but this is the third time he hasn’t want to go out with her to try to have fun.

“I don’t, (Y/N).” He snaps back. This is the first time he’s even remotely raised his voice. Normally, when they have a disagreement they talk it out like normal adults, but tonight there’s an energy in the air that’s making him tired, he doesn’t want to argue any more, “Just leave and go hang out with that godforsaken redhead and her gang if you want to so badly.”

“Fine. I will.” she grabs her purse and storms out of her room, leaving Jughead to sit in the bay window until she returns. He opens his laptop, ready to right the next chapter in his book.

‘There’s a first for everything.’ he titles the chapter, looking at the door. He hears a slam from downstairs and knows that she’s left the house.

She gets into her car and blasts the radio.

It hits her that that was their first fight, the first time that they’ve been short with each other. Maybe it’s the impending graduation, as they’ve never really discussed the future. She’s more of a live in the now type of person anyway, so she hasn’t put much thought into it. She knows where she’s going, her school is all picked out, but Jughead? She isn’t sure.

She has to resist to go back into her house and apologize. Of course Jug would want to spend a lot of time with her, he doesn’t want to lose her. Maybe he thinks he already has.

She clears her mind of it though, and promises herself she will apologize tomorrow.

She pulls out of the driveway and heads to Cheryl’s.


Two shots in, her vision begins to blur, she starts to forget why she’s mad.

Four shots in, she’s dancing on the living room floor with Ronnie and Kevin, doesn’t even remember why her and Jughead had a fight.

Six shots and a solo cup of Jungle juice in and she can barely walk straight, memory sure to be gone in the morning.

It’s past 4am, and (Y/N)’s decided it’s time to turn in for the night. In her own bed.

“(Y/N) don’t goooooo.” Ronnie says, pulling her arm while she begins to get on her jacket and head for the door, “The night is young and so are we. Defy authority.”

“I’ve defied enough tonight.” she giggles and pulls her keys out from her pocket.

No one stops her.

Everyone is too drunk to care if she leaves.

She doesn’t call an Uber.

She thinks she’s sober enough.

She gets behind the wheel, starts the car and blasts the radio.

She pulls out, trying too hard to concentrate on the way home from Cheryl’s.

A wrong turn, she’s not paying attention.

Headlights coming in from the passenger side on an intersection.

A tail spin, a pole smashed.

Her head hit the steering wheel, then the window, breaking skin.

Her leg, crushed against the bottom of the dashboard.

A siren in the distance.

Darkness.


Jughead wakes up in her bed to a phone ringing.

Her parents are away on business, and he didn’t realize he had fallen asleep there.

He stretches his arms and walks to the house phone, answering it as if he’s supposed to be there.

“Hello?” he asks, trying to seem as old as possible.

“Is this (Y/D/N)?” the voice on the other end asks. It’s unfamiliar. Jughead tenses, he was expecting a call from (Y/N).

“Yes.” he lies.

“I’m sorry, sir, but your daughter was in a car crash-” the world fades in and out of focus. He stops hearing the voice for a minute, grabbing a hold of the nearest possible surface to steady himself.

He hangs up the phone right after the voice tells him what hospital they’re at. He isn’t sure what the voice said about her condition, his memory blurring as the words ‘car crash’ play over and over in his brain, becoming imprinted in his mind’s eye.

He barely remembers driving to the hospital, he’s in the door so quick.

“(Y/N).” he says, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Where is she?”

The front desk woman doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t stop him. She points him down the hall, “Room 208.” is all she says.

He dashes down the hall, only to see something that doesn’t look like his girlfriend.

Her leg is in a cast, suspended in the air. There’s bandages surrounding her forehead and upper arms, her face swollen in odd places from the impacts.

“How is she?” he asks, slowly walking into the quiet room. The only one in there is the nurse, tending to her wounds.

“Doctor suspects a Moderate Traumatic Brain Injury. She’s in a sort of coma like state. She may wake up in minutes or hours, we don’t know. If nothing goes wrong she should be fine. She’s a lucky one, she is.” the nurse says, before patting him on the shoulder and walking out of the room.

“I’m the lucky one.” he says into the air, to no one.

He pulls up a chair and sits by her bed. He laces his fingers through her hand and rests his head on them. He doesn’t know if this is when he should pray, as he has never really done anything like this before. He decides to just write out in his mind what he’s going to say to her when she wakes up. There’s no ‘ifs’ in this scenario. She has to wake up, she has to know that he’s so sorry.

He beats himself up, he should’ve been there with her, he shouldn’t have practically pushed her out the door. He should’ve tried harder to make her stay.

There are so many things he could’ve done to prevent this, and he didn’t do any of them, and (Y/N) suffered the consequences. He will never forgive himself if something happens to her, if she doesn’t come back from this.

He let his stupid thoughts and feelings get in the way of spending time with the woman he loves. Sure, he was jealous of her college acceptance, but he feels now, in his soul, that if they can make it through this, they can make it through anything.

He just hopes, with all of his being, that they can make it through this.

Her breath stirs, she shifts underneath the sheet.

Jug-” a breathless name from her lips.

He tightens his grip on her hands, making his presence known.

“I’m here, my love, i’m here.” he says, a sense of urgency in his voice. He needs her to be okay.

“I’m sorry.” are the next words that escape her lips. Her eyes slowly flutter open, looking at her boyfriend who’s sitting there holding her hands. She can’t move, so all she can do is talk to him, make eye contact with him. She wants to do so much more. She wants to kiss him and hold him.

“No, no… shhhh. It’s not your fault.” what he’s written in his head goes out the window.

“I was drunk. I ran a light. I made you upset. I’m sorry.” a tear falls from her eyes, barely escaping to trail down her cheek.

“I’m sorry.” he says, not able to look in her eyes any longer.

“Why are you apologizing?” she asks softly, squeezing his hand back now, able to regain some feeling in the rest of her limbs. She’s still feeling dazed, the antibiotics and drugs only beginning to fade as her mind comes back to what happened.

“For not being there when you needed me.” he says his voice cracking, trying not to get emotional. He doesn’t know what he would do if he lost her, if something worse happened.

“You’re here now.” she offers, trying to smile as best she can. He looks up at her. Seeing her there, seeing her alive, brought a wave of joy over him that he didn’t realize would come. He smiles at her, gently standing up.

He cups her face softly, placing a small kiss on her lips. They’re still her lips, still her face. It’s all still her.

“I am. And I’m never leaving.”


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Forget Me Not | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by bansheesandhellhounds


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After an accident you wake up with temporary memory loss and can’t remember being in love with your boyfriend.

Warnings: mentions of a crash, basically the whole thing is based on someone losing their memory temporarily. 

Word Count: 2026

A/N: first of all i am v v v sorry if this isn’t 100% accurate but it was an idea playing around in my head so i just took things from what i know and shows ive watched. i also wrote half of this while i was in a crap mood and the other half when i was v sick so it might not be the greatest but it’s something. also forgot my tags list on this one i’m the worst. and i almost didn’t wannt post this bc i’m a lil iffy on it and don’t want to trigger anyone or upset folk but yolo i guess. it’s not too bad ???

Forgetting thing is always annoying. Whether it’s where you put your keys, plans with friends, if you’d taken your dog out - simple things like that. Trying to search your brain to see if you can figure out if you can remember is never anyone’s favourite thing to do but imagine if you couldn’t remember anything at all.

Nothing.

Never mind where the keys were. Imagine what it must be like to not remember anybody, memories and everything you used to know. Imagine having everything you ever knew ripped away from you.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do 1 or 54, please?

#1

Short opinion: Anyone who says that this series became dark over time has clearly not reread the first book in a while.

Long opinion:

While it is true that there are lighter books (#14, #35, #44, #51) and there are darker books (#6, #22, #30, #33, #52) I’m not convinced that the series gets darker as it goes.  Sure, the kids become more violent, more competent, and more morally compromised.  Yes, the yeerks gradually win the war all the way up through #52 at which point they start losing.  No, the protagonists do not grow as people over the course of the story so much as they fall apart as people over the course of the story.  However, right from the start K.A. Applegate makes no bones about the fact that this is a war, one in which there will be no nice neat simple answers, so you’d better strap in, kids, because these depictions of trauma are not for the faint of heart.  

This book is about its protagonists fighting a major battle which they lose. It contains a scene with Marco extracting a promise from Jake that Jake will kill him before letting him become a controller.  It heavily implies that Cassie is the first person on the team to become a murderer, because she doesn’t have another way to stop the controller-cop from telling the other yeerks she was morphing.  It features a battle in which the “good guys” suffer casualties (Tobias is trapped in morph; several human hosts get killed) while also accomplishing almost nothing to advance the war effort (they free one human? Maybe?), giving us the sense that Marco was probably right that they should have stayed home.  It lovingly describes pieces of Elfangor’s body falling from Visser Three’s jaws so that the hungry taxxons below can devour them.  

The series also doesn’t magically become lighter from there.  The arc of #2 hinges on the horrifying realization that, as awful as Melissa Chapman’s life has become living with neglectful and emotionally abusive parents, the alternative is infinitely worse because those same parents are allowing their conscious willpower to be destroyed in order to shield her from slavery.  #3 builds up to and then graphically describes a scene in which its narrator attempts to commit suicide.  Although #4 is lighter overall, it explores the impact Marco’s death would have on everyone from Peter to Cassie.  #5 has The Scene With The Ants.  So on and so forth.  But that’s what makes this series so freaking good: it is always horrifying, it’s always funny, it’s always heartwarming, it’s always tense, and it always features a clever balance of plot and character driving one another forward.  K.A. Applegate is a grand master wizard when it comes to emotional flow, one who does far better than most series writers I’ve ever encountered (JKR, Cornelia Funke, Jonathan Stroud, JRRT, Jeff Lindsay: take notes) at imbuing her tragedy with comedy and her comedy with tragedy without ever mocking her characters’ real pain or overdramatizing her more ridiculous plots.  

Anyway, this book doesn’t spend any time at all messing around before it launches the characters on their adventure.  The narration fulfills the promise on the back of the book (“everyone is in really big trouble.  Yeah, even you.”) right from the start by giving us enough details to make the Animorphs’ hometown vivid and individuated while also making it feel like Anywheresville, USA.  Jake’s got the most “typical” (according to fiction, anyway) life of anyone on the team: married parents, golden retriever, one sibling, big suburban house, home computer, swingset in the backyard.  And it turns out that not only are there aliens invading, there are aliens that have already invaded his house.  Jake’s been surrounded on all sides by the war for weeks if not months, and he was just pleasantly clueless enough to avoid realizing that fact until Elfangor came along and woke that boy up.  Of course Jake’s apple-pie life is the exception not the rule on this team, but the fact remains that he’s the “everyman” on the team… and he’s also under the most immediate threat of infestation.  Jake punches Marco in the head for implying that Tom’s a controller (as Cates mentioned, Jake’s a heck of a lot less practical about the whole aliens-have-your-family bit than Marco is) and we can’t even necessarily blame him—he has the most to lose in this war of anyone on the team.  The call knows where he lives; he doesn’t even have the option of refusal.

The plot wastes no time at all in having the kids encounter an alien and end up on the run for their lives, but also gives us tons of characterization along the way.  Rachel thinks Jake’s an idiot for thinking he can protect her and Cassie from anything, but agrees to walk home with him and Marco so that Cassie can have a chance to talk to him.  Jake really is kind of an idiot, since he’s apparently in the habit of climbing abandoned construction equipment in his spare time.  Marco’s a fairly brilliant video game player and all-around more mature than Jake, not that you’d know it from all his irreverent jokes throughout this plot.  Jake is adorably baffled by Rachel’s response to Tobias, because he thinks of his cousin as the kind of person who eats men for breakfast and totally fails to consider that maybe she’s got a crush like any other teenager on the planet.  Tobias goes from “it’s a flying saucer” to “we find the yeerk pool, and when we do we blow it up and kill every one of those evil slugs” in about .03 seconds flat, and to some extent drags everyone else (especially Marco) into the war kicking and screaming.  Cassie’s more than a little starry-eyed at the idea of becoming a horse, and in some ways she’s almost as naive as Jake about where this war is going.  (Marco, by contrast, figures it out a lot faster: “You sure this is just the yeerk pool?… I see a guy with horns and a pitchfork and I’m outta here.”)  

Given the immediacy and scale of the acute tension here—the planet is being taken over by parasitic aliens!—the chronic tension seems sort of silly.  Jake didn’t make the basketball team, boo-hoo.  However, he only wanted to make the basketball team so badly because he was hoping it would make Tom want to hang out with him again.  Because Tom’s been acting distant toward his whole family recently, to the point where Jake’s parents are mildly concerned.  Because Tom’s been wrapped up with this new organization, The Sharing.  Because The Sharing seems to have some really strange effects on its “full members”… Because the planet is being taken over by parasitic aliens.  I love the subtlety with which everything in Jake’s life comes around.  The war has already started reshaping his school, his town, his family, and his whole life, well before he starts turning into animals and killing aliens.  This book is scary, because not only is the invasion moving quickly but also because the Animorphs’ early attempts to fight back are like spitting on a forest fire.  Anyone could be a controller.  None of the other Animorphs know for sure about their own families until #49.  These kids can’t even ask their own families and friends for help.  

As scary as this book is, it still has room for a lot of wonder.  Cassie compares them to ancient warriors tapping mystical animal spirits for help in protecting the Earth.  Tobias reacts like every one of us sci fi fans would to finding out that aliens exist.  Jake insists that there’s hope for the planet no matter what just as long as the andalites are out there.  Right from the moment the Animorphs lose their first battle, both on a personal scale (they don’t save Tom, and lose Tobias) and on a cosmic one (they find out that Visser Three is a lot better at morphing than they are) this series sends the message: buckle up, because it’s going to be a hell of a ride.  But as scary as it’s going to be, there’s still space for Marco’s awful driving, Cassie’s wondering fascination with dolphins and horses, Tobias’s crazy eagerness to embrace the bizarre, Rachel’s joyful exploration of her inner elephant, and Jake’s heartbreaking willingness to walk into hell in order to try and protect his big brother.  

anonymous asked:

hello there, you wonderful human being! i was wondering if you could rec any slow burn/slow build sterek fics?! much love xx

Hey :)

Oh absolutely! I’m all for idiots in love being idiots longer than usual :p Really though these fics are brilliant.  Hopefully I found some you haven’t read yet :) 

Dating Backwards by  RemainNameless | 85.8K

Pornstars Derek and Stiles work for the same company. Derek only shoots with werewolves and Stiles only shoots with humans. That’s not going to change after they meet. It’s really not.
(It might.)

I Ran (So Far) by  thepsychicclam | 33.7K

In which Stiles’ summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.

Enemy Lines by  qhuinn (tekla) | 149.1K

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

Wild and Reckless Breeze by  GotTheSilver | 15.7K

In which Stiles is killing time working at a bookshop, Derek buys a lot of Chuck Palahniuk and they start hanging out, much to the confusion of Scott and the Sheriff.

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by  owlpostagain | 35.1K

In which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Windows by  dr_girlfriend | 83K

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

He’s Not Mine by  Sunnee | 68.5K

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

The ETA From You to Me by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana) | 105K

In which Derek drives a tow truck and Stiles is the weekend dispatcher who attempts to woo him with his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter and affinity for run-on sentences.

The Circus at the End of the World by  mikkimouse | 91K

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

By a Law Divine by  mirrorkill | 23.1K

Okay, so, kissing Stiles. That’s a weird thing that Derek’s doing now. He has no idea where it’s even coming from, especially considering bickering and fighting is their usual state of existence.
And then he does find out where it’s coming from: A curse that’s making everyone in town kiss someone they have mutual feelings for.
…yeah, Derek’s not even sure why he’s surprised by that.

Chosen by  exclamation | 99K

By tradition, when the Hale heir comes of age, the alpha can choose one boy to serve as the heir’s slave for a month. When Peter Hale chooses Stiles, Stiles expects to spend a month being used and abused. But it seems Derek Hale doesn’t want a sex slave any more than Stiles wants to be one.

Unfortunately, they’re stuck with each other. They have to make it through the next month without killing each other, and without getting Peter Hale to order Stiles’ death.

Meanwhile, Stiles wants to know why exactly Peter picked him.

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by  thepsychicclam | 105.1K

It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.

anonymous asked:

Hi hi! Childhood AU for Ushijima and fem reader scenario please 🙇 Like love development and maybe a bit angsty but with a happy ending? I'm not really sure about the whole in between, maybe like Ushi assumes they're in a relationship or thinks that he has some right over reader chan and she's like wait a minute, you've never told me anything and I like you too and care a lot for you but let's be clear here. And oh man I'm sorry if I'm confusing, feel free to add or change whatever you'd like.

this is something for sure - Hope

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

“Would you just give me my phone back please?” She asks the much bigger boy sat in front of her as she lazily did nothing to take it from him. She didn’t really care though, she didn’t have anything to hide so having Ushijima take her phone was that much of a big deal.

“Who’s Shirota?” Ushijima asks and she shrugs.

“He’s a classmate, he’s pretty cool we study a lot together.” (Y/N) says shrugging a bit. “Did he text me, what did it say?” She asks and Ushijima begins to tense up as (Y/N) continues to eat. He didn’t like this guy already, from the looks of it he seems to text her a lot.

“He asks if you wanted to hang out tonight.” Ushijima said his voice as calm as ever. The girl shrugged and picked at her food, fiddling with Ushijima’s phone as well. 

“Tell him, yes and to meet me at the front gate.” (Y/N) speaks causally and Ushijima puts her phone down as she does the same with his. 

“Aren’t you coming to watch my practice?” He asks and she looks up at the male with a confused look. 

“No, I came yesterday. I don’t have to go every day you know.” She says matter of factly and Ushijima’s face doesn’t change. It was blank and cold but (Y/N) could read him like a book. “What? Do you want me to go that badly, or are you pissed that I’m going to hang out with Shirota?” She asks and his eyes widen.

“I don’t want you to be alone with him. He texts you a lot and it’s weird, I see you two talk all the time and he openly flirts with you.” Ushijima says and you nod.

“Yeah so what he’s a bit of a flirt, but he’s funny and I like hanging out with him.” (Y/N) says. “He’s cute.” She adds.

“You like him don’t you, do you like him more than me?” He asks and she almost bursts out laughing at his sudden, toddler like, outburst. 

“Wakatoshi, how long have I known you? He’s just a guy in my class don’t worry he’s not going to steal your spot as ‘best friend’ chill out.” She giggles.

“So that’s it you want to date him?” He asks starting to get a bit pissed off. 

“What? No, well I don’t know I would date him I guess. He is pretty cute as I said, I bet he’s a good kisser.” She says and Ushijima’s blood boils at her statement. “I don’t know if he asked me out I may say yeah.” She continues.

“But you’re mine.” He says and (Y/N) raises an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me? Did I hear you wrong or something? Wakatoshi we aren’t even dating.” You say and his eyes widen.

“Yes we are, we’ve been dating since the beginning of this year.” He says and (Y/N) stands up. 

“No you never even confessed to me! You never asked me out, we’ve just been friends y-you can’t just assume that we’re dating are you kidding me?” She begins to yell.

“But you like me and I like you isn’t that how it works?” He asks.

“No! You need to fucking confess that you like me Wakatoshi are you forreal? I know we’ve been childhood friends but come on I can’t read you that well!” (Y/N) yells and Ushijima stands up too.

“Stop what are you doing?” Ushijima asks quickly walking over to her side of the table before she leaves. 

“Leaving, would you let me go and stop standing in-front of me!” She says and he grabs her face in his hands. Something yes that he has done many times, but for her this time was much different. 

She never realized that after all this time Ushijima thought they were dating. And all the times he has done this same gesture to her it was because he was doing out of some kind of liking that he had toward her. She didn’t know what to say, they were in her classroom and she was already making some kind of disturbance she didn’t want to make it worse by yelling at him. 

Yet as Ushijima held her face in his hands (Y/N)’s face was turning a bright red. All the times he had done this she thought he was joking around, she would nuzzle her head in his hand and smile and giggle at his doing. Even jokingly pressing small kisses on his palm. “God I’m an idiot.” She mumbled realizing that she was also giving sighs of loving gestures. “That doesn’t change the fact that you never tol-.” Ushijima cuts her off as she continued her ramblings. 

He kissed her, very hard and very passionately. He’s been wanting to do that again for awhile. Off and on they would make out if one of them needed something, both being teenagers but this was so much different. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do with herself as he kissed her. Yet she slowly found herself kissing him back.

“I like you (Y/N).” 

Risky Behavior

Y’all, this is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. NSFW. THIS IS SMUT. SEX ON A PAGE. Okay, you’ve been warned. This is written as a thank you for 1,000 followers! I’m so happy that all of you have deigned to entertain my crazy ideas, and my rants, and all of the multiple fandoms I’m involved in. I don’t ge t to talk to you guys a lot, because sometimes I feel like it would be a little weird if I tried to insert myself in conversations, and also because I admire you all so much AND i’M SHY, but please know I admire you greatly from afar. That being said, I’m always open to conversation, because I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL. SO THANK YOU AND ENJOY FEYSAND SEX. (aLSO FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME i need to be more social this year)

I’m bored.

I scowled at the note that had appeared on the piece of toast I was about to eat. I had nearly eaten the paper, and I knew Rhys knew this, because I could feel laughter flicker down our bond. I dropped the toast back on the plate and plucked the note back up, casting a wary glance over my shoulder before answering him.

I’m sorry.

I watched the note disappear and then finally took a bite of my toast, the butter simple and bland, like everything I ate in the Spring Court. I’d been eating more food than I was the last time I was here, evidently to Tamlin’s chagrin, because the servants started putting less and less on my plate.

I couldn’t say I’d ever been more insulted in my life.

Or hungry.

Go do something fun to Tamlin. All of this sitting and waiting for the ‘opportune moment’ as Mor keeps saying, is driving me out of my mind.

I rolled my eyes and took a small sip of my tea—jasmine, my only comfort from home. From the Night Court. If he wanted fun, I could give him fun. Just, maybe not his idea of fun.

Calanmai is coming up. Maybe I could—

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anonymous asked:

So I have this guy friend I've known for awhile and recently started hanging out with more. I invited him over for dinner and a movie and noticed that he acted differently than usual: he seemed more affectionate and I saw a lust in his eyes. He had drank a lot of wine and I heard him mutter under his breath "God, I want to have sex with you so badly." He was so attractive and I was turned on so I took him to my bedroom and he fucked me so hard that my legs felt weird afterwards. It was amazing😩

Finding Gilbert 2.0 // Qian Kun

Pt. 1

the prompt: the Kun scenario was so cute i love it,,,, i think we would all love a part 2

words: 1797

category: soulmate!au + fluff

author note: I’m so glad you guys wanted a part two for this bless up!! I want kun and hansol to debut so badly :(

- destinee

Originally posted by eldia

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anonymous asked:

I fucked a guy last night and when I pulled out shit came out... I really wanted to just to and throw up and have him leave but he was so awkward he just kinda froze all red and then he was like do you want to finish and I was too awkward to say no, so he helped me finish but it took forever and I barely came because I was so turned off by the whole scenario. He left and even kissed me, I ran to the shower afterwards now he won't stop messaging me to hang out again what do it do??!

It happens. It comes it anal sex. Clearly most people don’t plan on that happening. What you could do is actually be supportive. He clearly likes you. If you don’t that’s fine, but this shouldn’t be the reason why. Honestly, if you are going to treat him badly because of this accident then maybe you’re not mature enough for sex.

Jungkook Scenario; The boy at the coffee shop

Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1,552
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Warning: Swearing but only a tiny bit though

It was currently 9:34pm as you were refilling one of the coffee machines with water. You had a part time job at a coffee shop near where you lived, which you worked at in your spare time. It was usually really quiet at this time of the day so there was currently nobody at the shop, except for you and your co-worker, Seulbi.

“Do you mind taking the trash out for me? I`m kinda busy at the moment” Seulbi said as she was writing something down on a piece of paper. “Yeah, sure!” You said tying the trash bags and carrying them outside and walking out the backdoor of the shop.

As you were entering the coffee shop you noticed a boy standing in front of the counter looking at the coffee menu. “Hey Y/N can you take this customer for me?” Seulbi asked still writing on the piece of paper. You nodded in response and walked behind the counter. “Hmmm…. I would like one americano” The boy said glancing at the menu with both of his hands in his pockets. You nodded and grabbed one of the cups to your left. “Your name?” You said looking up at him. Wow, this guy is tall. “Jungkook” He said with a sly smile facing you. You wrote his name down on the cup as he was paying for the coffee. He walked away and sat down on one of the seats by the window. To be honest, It was kinda pointless writing his name on it despite he was the only costumer at the shop. 

You walked over to the coffee machine to get his coffee ready. “Damn, he´s cute” Seulbie whispered from behind me referring to the boy. “Yah, shut up” You said trying to hide your laughter. You called out his name to let him know the coffee was ready. The boy turned his head in your direction and made his way up to the counter. He nodded as a thank you and grabbed the coffee, then went back to his seat.

“I´ll get going, bye Y/N!” Seulbi said as she grabbed her stuff and headed for the door. “Bye, see you!”. You has promised to be the one to close the store since she was the one that did it last time. You grabbed some wipes and started cleaning up the mess you had caused from the americano you made earlier. The thought of the coffee made you realize the boy was still sitting at the seat staring out of the window. Doesn´t he have anything better to do than sit in an empty store sipping on a cup of coffee? Apparently not.

You grabbed a mop and started wiping the dirt off the floor as a little clean up before you closed. Without even thinking of your little company you started humming and singing quietly to yourself like you used to do when cleaning. “Quite a nice voice you´ve got there” The boy suddenly said, turning his chair around while leaning against the back of it, facing you. You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him with a flustered expression realizing you weren´t alone. “Oh.. thank you but that´s not true” You said blushing a little, then looking down at the floor and started wiping it again. What the hell was this boy on about? You were absolutely shit at singing!

“I´m just being honest! You do have a beautiful voice.” You ignored his comment and continued doing your work. You noticed that the boy was still staring at you which made you even more uncomfortable. What the heck does he want!?

“When do you close?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of you. “In about an hour” You said trying to avoid getting eye contact with him. “I will leave in an hour then” He said. “Don´t you have anything better to do? I mean you´re the only person here and it´s getting late” You said starting to get annoyed by his presence. Now way were you gonna have some stranger staring at you for one more hour.

“Actually I don´t. I like it here. It´s quiet and relaxing, plus I get to hear you sing.” You decided not to answer and keep your mouth shut instead. “Do you have any problems with it? If you do I can just leave” He said. He could tell you weren´t too satisfied by his answer. You wanted to say yes so badly and yell in his face to leave so you could go home and take a warm relaxing shower. Despite for all that, you left it hanging. “No not at all.” You smiled and looked up at him, trying to convince him you were telling the truth even thought you weren´t. He wasn´t directly being rude and all he had been doing was complimenting your voice. If you had told him to get the f out of here you would´ve only be left with guilt.

“Good” The boy, or Jungkook if you should call him that instead, said happily while putting his hands behind his head. “I would like to order another americano then.” Oh my god. Could he get anymore irritating? But what was there to complain about. To serve your costumers was your job. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down and went over to the counter to make that goddamn americano. “Can you add some cream too?” Jungkook yelled from his seat. You looked up at him and gave him a glare. “Pretty please?”. The sweet sweet smell of his money was the only thing that didn´t make you completely lose it. “Of course” You said with a fake smile plastered on your lips.

“It´s done” You said as you finished adding the cream. Jungkook went up to the counter and handed you the money. “Keep the change” He said as he winked and grabbed his cup of coffee. “Thank you” You said flashing him a smile, this time a genuine one, as you grabbed the money and put it inside the cash register.

“Sooo.. do you work here often?” Jungkook asked leaning against the counter while taking a sip of his coffee. “Only when I have time really, like in weekends and holidays.” You answered. “Aah I see.” The shop went silent for a couple of minutes before he opened his mouth again. “I´m sorry if i´ve been a bother, it´s just that i´ve had a lot of things on my mind lately and just having someone to talk to is exactly what i need to get my thoughts to drift over to something else.” Why was he opening up to you like this? I mean, I barely know this guy. “Not at all, it´s just me who´s been a little grumpy. You know, periods and stuff” You said. Hold up. Did you just tell him you were on your period. What the heck Y/N!?. He noticed how flustered you became by your last sentence and let out a little laugh. Not gonna lie but his laugh was adorable.

“Just to let you know, you´re the first person that has made me laugh in long.” How the hell were you gonna answer him on that? You couldn´t really ask him what was bothering him, what if it was too personal? You didn´t even know the guy anyway. He took another sip of his americano. “You make really good coffee!” Jungkook said, cutting the awkward silence that had now filled the room. “Oh thank you” You said pushing a few strands of ear behind your ear. 

“So I guess Y/N is your name?” he said as he took a glance down at the name tag on your shirt. You nooded as you started playing with your fingers. Why was this guy making you so nervous? You weren´t usually like this, especially not around boys you didn´t have any feelings for. “You look tired, maybe I should get going” Jungkook said looking at the watch on his wrist. “No!” You immediately said making him jump a little. “Or I-I mean it´s okay. The shop doesn´t close yet anyway.” Jungkook turned around with an cocky smile leaning slightly closer to you. “You enjoy my company, don´t you huh?” He said with a smirk. “Well I wouldn´t say that I enjoy-” You tried to say but got interrupted. “Yes you do.” Jungkook winked at you as he placed the cup that was now empty down on the counter.

“Thank you for the coffee and for making me feel better” He said with a smile, this time a smile that looked more similar to when he laughed. “Oh it was nothing, I´m just doing my job.” Jungkook made his way over to the exit but stopped only a couple meters in front of the door, then turned around to face you. “You should eat a lot of dark chocolate, I heard it helps when you´re on your period.” And with that he turned around, walking out of the coffee shop and disappearing into the dark.

After that day Jungkook never stopped going to the coffee shop. If it was a good thing or not was up to you to decide, but there was never a day you weren´t looking forward to go to work.



I started writing this last summer but never got to finish it until now. I hope you enjoyed it chingus!!

-Admin Karoline

Interruptions by a Clown

So this is terrible but I like it.

Here is the summary~~

Jon and Damian have been happily dating for a couple months now.

There is only one problem.

The fucking Joker

Tagging @fishfingersandjellybabies cause I’ve tagged her in the other two and I think she might want to know what’s in store for our two dorks next.

Enjoy~~

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