i was just a little tipsy

Maybe I wanted to draw some younger Keith and Lance getting to know each other, maybe I just wanted to draw Keith in a band shirt.

It occurs to me that the reason Todoroki is so chill about Bakugou throwing giant fits is because he’s already faced worse at home and he knows what bluster vs. an actual threat looks like

Tipsy - Request

Requested by anon: I would like to request a Sherlock x reader where he has been drugged and how he’s really cute and a little dirty towards her in front of John. Haha like while “high”. Just super fluffy and cute and maybe a little smutty/implied smut/ a little dirty haha. I get if you’re too busy or don’t feel like writing it, no problem. Love you.
& anon: I have a request for you (if youre still taking..?) so sherlock and john gets drunk and sherlock starts hitting on (and gets kissy and touchy) on reader which has been her girlfriend for months xD ?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,026

Warnings: Just like in “The sign of three” this things gives a lot of twists.

A/N: Drunk Sherlock and Watson are my fave, I loved this so much!

Enjoy!

Sherlock and John weren’t the kind of men to get drunk every week, however and because of the stress they had been put through in their last case, they decided to go to the bar together.

At first it was just beer and talking and complaining, but then, someone recognized Sherlock and decided to put a little something on his beer which, added up to what he had already drunk, ended up turning him into a dizzy, slurry mess.

John was drunk as well, but for a different reason: he had mixed tequila with beer.

They walked – stumbled – their way back to Baker Street. It wasn’t even ten o’clock when that happened, so both (Y/N) and Mrs. Hudson were up and sharing a cup of tea while the boys came back, doing all kinds of strange noises as they walked in that called both women’s attention.

“What are you two doing here?” Mrs. Hudson asked as she and (Y/N) walked out to the stair case where John and Sherlock were laying. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh at the image and the sound of her laughter caught Sherlock’s attention.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered drunkenly, “AREN’T YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING ON EARTH?”

“Wow, someone’s loud tonight.” She joked and Sherlock walked to her and held her tightly against his chest.

“You are sooooo beautiful!” He slurred, “And so hot, would you be my girlfriend?”

“I am already your girlfriend, Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke clamly, unable to contain the giggle that left her lips.

“I’m such a lucky man I’m jealous of myself …” Sherlock cupped her face and started kissing her passionately, like never before. (Y/N) tried to pull away but Sherlock’s grip was tight and it wasn’t until he needed air that he let go off her.

“You’re so drunk!” She giggled.

“And you’re stunning.” Sherlock mumbled, “Delightful, splendid, a Greek muse right in front of me! DATING ME!”

“Sherlock Holmes is a poet when he’s drunk, what are the chances!” Watson spoke from behind, right before he bursted in a dry laughter. Mrs. Hudson laughed with him and then both women dragged them upstairs.

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Absolutely Disgusting Shippy Starters
  • "I got you a little something..."
  • "You look adorable in that."
  • "Flowers? For me?"
  • "Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."
  • "I know you had a long day, so I took care of dinner."
  • "I did a little shopping at the naughty store."
  • "Let's cuddle and be sluggish all night long."
  • "Did I tell you you're beautiful, today?"
  • "I already ordered pizza for tonight."
  • "Candles, rose petals and champagne? What's the occasion."
  • "I can't believe that you fell in love with me."
  • "What is the one thing you absolutely, positively wanted?"
  • "Time to bury ourselves in blankets and ignore the rest of the world."
  • "Gimme that phone. It's getting shut off."
  • "You did all this for me?"
  • "Normally I hate surprises, but you did good."
  • "You just made my terrible day not so terrible."
  • "I will protect you, no matter what."
  • "Let's get a little tipsy for science."
  • "Wow. You look amazing."
  • "If it wasn't for the fact that I am so happy I would be suspicious right now."
  • "I love you so much."
  • "Shall we climb into bed?"
  • "You tried and that's what counts."
  • "I just want to curl up into your arms and sleep for days."
  • "I just have one question for you; ice cream or popcorn?"
  • "We should go to the festival!"
  • "You're not going anywhere without me. Especially anywhere dangerous."
  • "How would you feel about getting married?"

BTS Reaction - car sex/foreplay

This is a very, very long post. I just wanted to give you guys an insight into what my writing is like when I have more words to play with. I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it.

Seokjin

Jin hadn’t been lying when when he’d said that he’d take you to the best restaurant in town.  The food was delicious, but so was the wine, and as you sit next to him on the car ride home you’re more than a little tipsy, truth be told.  You look over at him, taking in how handsome he looks as the streetlights illuminate all the perfectly sculpted angles of his face.  He’s concentrating hard on the road, his hands fixed in the ten and two position, his broad shoulders framed beautifully by the smart suit jacket he’s wearing.  

Before you know it your hand is sneaking over onto his lap and squeezing his thigh gently, a small smile gracing his face in response.  He doesn’t really think much of it - you frequently rest your hand on his leg as he drives - but when your hand starts to roam further north he flicks his eyes at you, smile growing.

“Where’s that hand going, hmm?” he asks, knowing full well where you’re headed but doing little to stop it.  

“Where’d you want it to go?”  you ask back, biting your lip teasingly as you drift your palm over the quickly hardening bulge inside his pants.

“I think you know baby.”  Needing very little to no encouragement you make quick work of his fly, flipping open the zipper and reaching into his boxers.  Eagerly, you wrap your hand around his cock and pull it free, Jin glancing down at his lap and biting his lip as you do.  He’s fully hard now, his member standing tall above where your hand rests at its base, and when you squeeze the length of him from bottom to top he exhales heavily, his hips shifting in his seat.  

“That feel good?”  Jin bobs his head in response to your question, his eyes still fixed on the road as he struggles to concentrate, hands tightening on the wheel as you stroke his cock up and down with a firm grip.  You run your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre-cum and using it to lubricate his throbbing length, your own breath getting heavier as you watch him purse his lips together to hold back the moans you know are just dying to pour out.  

You start to pick up speed, eager to watch him fall apart under your touch, so caught  up in pleasuring him that you practically forget that he’s behind the wheel.  

“Babe, baby,” he huffs, glancing at you, his hips flexing upward, “You gotta stop… shit, I can’t drive like this.” You pout back at him, slowing your hand but reluctant to remove it completely until he looks at you again with wide, pleading eyes.   Sighing, you stop your ministrations, tucking him back into his pants to let him drive in peace but still pouting hard.  “The second we get home baby, I swear I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight.”  

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

Yoongi

“Yoo- Yoongi… I’m not sure we should…”  you gasp, your words telling him one thing but your body saying the exact opposite.  You’ve got your head tilted back against the back window of the car, granting access to the lips that are trailing hot, wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, your legs spread open to let Yoongi lie in between them to grind his crotch against your core.  

“I thought you wanted to help me relax?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hand grabbing at your breast through your blouse and palming it gently.  

“I did…” You choke back a moan as you feel Yoongi’s hard bulge rubbing against your panties.  “But I meant… I meant a backrub or something, not - oh my god!”  Yoongi cuts you short when he roughly pulls your panties to the side, his fingers plunging into you with little to no warning to stretch open your walls, prepping you for him.  

You shouldn’t be doing this here, not now.  You’re laid across the backseat of Yoongi’s car in the deserted corner of a parking lot that belongs to a fancy, Italian restaurant where you’re supposed to be meeting the BigHit executives any time now.  There’s the potential for you to be spotted any time - it’s not even that dark - but that doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi.  If anything, it seems to urge him on.  

Satisfied that you’re ready for him, Yoongi withdraws his now dripping fingers and shoves down his pants and boxers far enough to release his long, throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.  He doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath before he thrusts into you, hard.  You cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Yoongi is as silent as usual as he commences a fast, punishing rhythm that has you gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, digging in your fingernails through his shirt.  

“Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Yoongi grunts, slamming his hips into yours, his forehead starting to perspire under his bangs.  “You want my cum, you little slut?”  

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, flexing your hips up to meet his every stroke, the fire of an impending orgasm growing in your pelvis.  Yoongi groans and picks up the pace, and you can tell from the way he’s starting to grunt in time with his thrusts that he’s getting close, your soft, warm walls clenching around his length rock solid length to heighten his pleasure.

Yoongi cums inside you with no prior warning, filling you up with stuttering hips and stilted groans, his face pressed to your neck.  Your hips are still moving, whimpers falling from your lips as you fail to reach your high, your whole pelvis throbbing.  Smiling slyly, Yoongi withdraws himself from you and puts himself away before putting your panties back in place.  He looks entirely relaxed now, just as he intended, but unfortunately leaving you a quivering mess in his place.  When you sit up and pull your skirt down you feel Yoongi’s load seep out into your underwear, leaving a sticky mess between your legs.  His long, delicate fingers dip under the edge of your panties again to rub it through your folds, chuckling softly as you whine needily.  

“Keep all that cum inside you, kitten, and daddy promises he’ll make it worth your while.”  

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

Hoseok

When you’d initially suggested the idea of ‘getting busy’ in Hobi’s car, he’d initially been really up for it.  He’s always keen to try new things, and he knows all too well about your little exhibition kink, already having fucked you in a shopping mall changing room and various other risky places.  But when it comes time to do it Hobi almost seems nervous, driving around for at least half an hour in the dark to try and find the a place that’s adequately secluded with minimal chance of getting caught.  

“Hobi, baby, c’mon, this is fine,” you whine beside him in the passenger seat, getting more impatient by the minute.  He looks so fucking good in his button down shirt and tight black jeans that you can barely keep your hands off him.  

“Ok, ok,” he agrees, giving into temptation when he glances over and sees you already slipping off your jeans and discarding them into the footwell with a salacious smile.  He pulls up in a deserted little lane by the side of a muddy field, and when he kills the engine the car headlights switch off too, plunging you both into total darkness.  Within seconds Hobi is on you, leaning over the shift stick to crash his mouth against yours, kissing you with a desperation that reveals that he’s just as impatient as you you.  You tangle your hands in his hair, pushing your tongue into his mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, forcing him back into the driver’s seat so you can straddle his lap.  

It’s uncomfortable; the steering wheel is digging into your back and your knee is crammed into the compartment on the inside of the door, but you couldn’t care less.  

“Get your cock out,” you mumble against his lips, rubbing your core against the bulge in his jeans.  

“Yes ma’am,” he answers breathily, hastily pulling them open and releasing his cock to stand tall and swollen against his stomach as you start to rain kisses on his neck, biting into the soft flesh just under his ear.  He groans wantonly, digging his fingers into your hips.  “Please, god, I need to be in you.”

Prep be damned, you reach down and pull your underwear to the side and sink onto his girthy length, groaning as your ass meets his lap and he’s seated fully inside you.  

“Move, baby, please,” he begs, still grasping at your hips, his head tipping back against the driver’s seat, and you can’t help but smile as you start to rock against him, grabbing onto his shoulders.  You love it when he begs for you, and you move slowly on purpose just to make him do it again.  

Just as Hobi’s starting to make the prettiest of noises you suddenly notice flashing blue lights slowly appear in the distance through the rear windscreen of the car; lights that come a stop behind you.  The car’s engine is turned off and a door opens soon after.  Scrambling off his lap, much to Hobi’s dismay and confusion, you hastily start to drag on your jeans, panicking and laughing all at once.  

“Put yourself away, put it away!” you hiss at him, giggling as Hobi glances behind you and his mouth falls open in alarm, eyes wide and frantic as he tucks himself back in his jeans, his cheeks a bright, burning red by the time a shadowy figure comes to knock on the car window.   The officer clearly knows what you two were getting up to, but after he listens to Hobi’s stuttering nonsensical explanations he just gives the two of you a knowing smile and instructions to get moving.  You’re still giggling as the officer drives away, but Hoseok looks mortified, running his hand over his profusely sweating face.

“We are never, ever doing that again.”  

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla


Namjoon

“Joonie, stop it,” you giggle, trying to bat his hand away from where it’s creeping up your thigh.  

“Honestly, what did you expect coming to pick me up in such a tiny little skirt?”  Namjoon reasons, and when you glance away from the road  to look at his face you see he’s got one eyebrow raised in amusement, but his eyes sat underneath are hooded with lust, his pouty lips slightly parted as he grabs at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.  

“I expect you to let me drive without interruption so we actually manage to get home in one piece.”  It’s all very well saying that, but you still end up parting your legs as his fingers trail ever higher, biting your lip as you slouch in your seat, practically delivering your pussy into his waiting hand.  

“I can think of worse ways to go,” he replies cockily, skimming the tips of his fingers along the edge of your panties.  So can you, actually, but that’s beside the point.  You’re about to say so, but then the words are displaced from your mouth as a gasp takes their place, Namjoon’s thumb coming to rest on your cotton covered clit and rubbing it with a firm, circular motion.  You take your eyes off the road momentarily, looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chest rising and falling heavily under his expert ministrations.  “Eyes on the road.”  His voice is firm, dominant, and as always it thrills you to the core, arousal thrumming through you and intensifying the feel of the pads of his fingers as they press against you.  Namjoon starts to push against the wet cotton of your panties, stuffing it inside you as far as the material will allow, watching eagerly for you reaction and smirking at the way you whimper, your hips flexing towards him.

“I can’t drive like this Joonie,” you moan, aching so badly, desperate to be filled.  

“Then pull over,” he replies thickly, voice low, and before you know it you’re scanning every darkened road for a place to park as he continues his slow torture.  You end up settling for a deserted country lane, and the moment you pull over Namjoon ceases touching you and get out of the car, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.  

Confused, you follow him outside into the night, goosebumps rising on your skin at the cold.  

“Come here and bend over.”  He’s stood in front of your car, palming himself through his jeans, and with shaking knees you approach him and do as he asks, nervously glancing around to make sure you’re really as alone as it seems.  Luckily you are, because in the next breath Namjoon’s grabbing hold of you underwear and yanking it down, bunching your skirt up by your hips and chuckling when you gasp at the feel of his hot, hard length nudging at your folds.  “You want this?”  You whine, arching your back to try as Namjoon’s hand presses on your back of your shoulder to keep you flat against the cold metal of your car.  

“Please, please,” you moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet, too caught up in your overwhelming need.  He sinks into you in one agonisingly slow push, grunting as he bottoms out and sees you clawing at the bonnet for something to grab onto, writhing on the end of his cock and clenching around him.

“Shit, you feel so good baby.”  

Originally posted by piedparker

Jimin

It’s been a really nice afternoon, chilling in the dorms with Jimin and his friends, playing video games and joking around.  You’re still glad to be going home though, and taking your sweet boyfriend with you for the night.  He sits quietly next to you in the passenger seat; too quietly in fact, considering how full of life he was back at the dorms.  Maybe he just tired himself out?  

“You ok, Jiminie?” you ask softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him look up, worrying his bottom lip about something before he shortly replies.  

“Yeah.”  

“You sure?”  you check, an unsettling feeling brewing in your stomach.  Have you done something wrong?

“Yeah.  You just…”  You glance over to see Jimin fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, looking down at his lap.  “You look really pretty today.”  Chuckling, you raise your eyebrows as you look straight ahead, concentrating hard as you wait to turn left at a busy junction.

“And that's… a bad thing?”

“No! No.  It’s just, I-uh-I’ve got a problem,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet that you can barely hear him over the song on the radio.  When he fails to explain any further you risk another look at him, your eyes widening when you see the way he’s pulled his hoodie back enough to expose his lap, and likewise, display the obscene tenting in the front of his shorts.  

“Oh baby,” you coo, licking your lips at the sight of it, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  Jimin tugs at the hem of his hoodie, squirming in his seat as his plump cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

“I thought I could wait until we got home,” he tells you with wide, beseeching eyes.  “I don’t think I can wait anymore mommy…”

“I wish I could help you baby,” you soothe softly, really wishing that you could, especially when he whines needily, twisting in his seat.  “Why don’t you touch yourself till we get home?”

“Really? Here?”  Jimin looks around, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he takes in the light traffic surrounding your car.  You can tell he’s debating between the risk of being seen and how good it’ll feel to do as you suggest, but when he starts to palm himself through his shorts you can tell the latter option has won.  

“Get it out baby, let me see,” you encourage greedily, eager to watch your baby boy pleasure himself right next to you.  He does as you ask, pulling down his shorts to rest halfway down his meaty thighs and mewling prettily when his little hand wraps tightly around his thick, leaking cock.  

He fists his cock up and down, his hips pushing upward to meet every stroke of his hand, and as he does he makes the sweetest of noises that shoot straight to your core, your panties getting soaking wet within minutes of him starting.  Every time you steal a glance away from the road Jimin is looking straight at you, pumping himself hard, his tongue poking at his thick, pillow soft lips.  

“Mommy…” he groans breathily, throwing his head back as he squeezes the base of his cock, rolling his balls in his other hand.  “Touch me, please.”  You bite your lip, looking back between Jimin and the road, completely caught up with the image of the boy sat next to you rapidly coming apart.

Unable to resist, you reach over with one hand and take over, tugging on Jimin’s cock as your own pussy throbs with need.  

“Mmff!  Gonna cum!”  Jimin exclaims, his back bowing away from the seat.  You pick up the pace of your hand, bringing him over the brink as you sit at traffic lights, cum spilling out over his hoodie and his shorts and your hand as his cock pulses.  He looks completely fucked out when you’re done, nuzzling against your shoulder with a sleepy smile as you wipe your hand on your jeans.

“Feel better, baby?”

“Hmm, thank you mommy.”  

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Taehyung

From the moment you’d left the house to go out with your friends, you and Taehyung had been exchanging hot and dirty messages.  It’d started off fairly tame, only to escalate into your boyfriend sending you a video of him jacking himself off that you had to watch in the toilets with the volume turned down, biting your lip.  

Needless to say, when he picks you up at the end of night both of you are wound so tight you’re ready to snap, your panties soaking wet beneath your dress.  He greets you with a passionate, deep kiss that lasts for several minutes or more, and when he pulls away you’re practically squirming in your seat, more eager to get home than ever.

Much to your surprise when Taehyung pulls away he doesn’t immediately start the engine, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out something small, shiny and familiar.  

“It’s fully charged, Jagi,” he grins cheekily as he presses the vibrator into your palm, his gaze shrouded with desire.  “Get yourself warmed up for me.”  You nod eagerly, not needing to be told twice.  As Taehyung starts the car you slip off your underwear, the alcohol in your system spurring you on to plant your feet shamelessly atop the dash.  You let your legs flop open as you switch on the vibe, wasting no time in pressing it straight to your clitoris.  The gratification is immediate, pleasure jolting through you as it buzzes against your core.  

“Hmm, Tae, it feels so good,” you tell him, flopping your head to the side to look up at him from under your lashes.  Tae peeks at you, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips.  

“You getting my seats all wet?”  You nod, flashing him a naughty smile.  You really are; you can feel wetness seeping down from your folds and between your ass cheeks, pooling on the leather beneath you.  “Hmm, good.”  

Unsatisfied by just your vibrator you start to run your fingers against your pussy too, teasing your hole as you let your eyes flop closed, wishing it was Taehyung’s cock nudging inside you rather your fingertips.  

“Are we almost home?” you ask breathily, sliding two fingers inside yourself, your body making obscene, lewd noises as they push in and out.  “I want you…”  

“Five more minutes, Jagi,”  Taehyung reassures you, his voice so thick with lust that it’s almost a growl.  You curl your fingers against your g-spot, pushing yourself to a new high that has you moaning and writhing next to him.

“God, you look so hot….” he murmurs, unable to last more than five seconds at a time before taking his eyes off the road to look back at you.  Thank God the streets aren’t busy, otherwise this’d be a lot more dangerous.  “How’s that pussy feel?”

“Mm, good, tight,” you tell him, loving his answering groan.  He reaches over for just a second, long enough to push one longer finger inside you alongside your own, groaning again at the warm wetness surrounding his digit.

“Can’t wait to get inside you, Jagi, fuck.”

Originally posted by taesi10

Jungkook

Jungkook’s been almost silent the entire car ride home, driving with a steely look on his face, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenching all the while.  Admittedly, pissed off is a good look for him, his eyes dark and arousing, but you’d still like to know what’s wrong.

“Is something the matter?” you ask cautiously, biting your thumb nail.  Jungkook huffs heavily, not looking at you, and he waits so long before he replies that you almost start to think he’s just ignoring you completely.  

“Did you have to flirt like that with Namjoon?”  

You’re surprised at first, your eyebrows lifting almost to your hairline.  But then within seconds that surprise gives way to frustration, pulling your brows back down again into a frown.  You’re so sick of this; almost every time you hang out with the other members Jungkook manages to find something or other to get jealous about.  

“What do you mean?”  

“You were fawning over him all night.  ‘Aw, Joonie, your dimples are so cute,’” he sneers, impersonating you, “‘You’re so smart Namjoon.’  I swear it’s like you want to suck his cock or something.”  You roll your eyes, temper flaring as you fold your arms across your chest.

“Unfortunately, Kook, there’s only one guy’s cock I want to suck, and it happens to be yours.  God knows why, though, when you act like this.”  You see Jungkook’s fingers flex on the steering wheel and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, the sneer falling from his mouth as he licks his lips instead.  

“Show me then,” he growls after a few seconds silence, still not gracing you with a look in your direction.

“Pardon me?” you scoff.  

“You heard me.  You say my cock’s the only one you wanna suck, so suck it.  Show me.”

You stare back at him incredulously, barely believing the audacity of this boy to speak to you in such a way.  You can’t deny the effect his words have though; your pulse has already quickened, your mouth suddenly full of saliva as your eyes are magnetically drawn to his lap.  

The cocky bastard is hard already, his erection glaringly obvious underneath the crotch of his sweats.  

“Fine,” you snap, unable to resist despite the irritation still running through you, “But you’re not cumming.”

“We’ll see,” he smirks.  Jungkook yanks the elastic waist of his sweats lower, pulling out his cock and giving it one brief stroke up and down before flicking his eyes at you for the first time in the whole journey.  He looks so smug that you just want to punch him in the face, but lucky for him you’re too distracted by the delicious looking cock he’s pointing your way to do anything but stare. “Come on then.”

Much to your frustration you almost immediately oblige, leaning down across the centre panel of the car to kitten-lick at the tip of his member whilst he drives.  Damn it, why are you so weak for him?  You lap up all his pre-cum before taking the red, swollen head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, smiling around it when you hear him groan above you.

You feel Jungkook thread his fingers gently through the back of your hair, and you’re just starting to enjoy his soft caressing of your scalp when suddenly he forces you down onto the length of him, right to the back of your throat, making you gag.   

“That’s right, choke on it,” he growls, yanking on your hair to pull you off and then forcing you back down onto it again.  “This mouth is mine, you hear?”  

You moan around his cock, loving the mess he’s reduced you too, saliva dripping down your chin, wetness running down your thighs.  Maybe you did flirt with Namjoon, and maybe you did do it on purpose, because Jungkook only ever fucks you like this when he’s mad, and god, it’s so worth it.  

“I’m gonna cover you in my cum when we get home, just you wait and see.”


Originally posted by f-yeah-taehyung

Lucidity | M

“Do I really deserve to be alone even though I want to be by your side?”

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Précis;A hazy mist of memories sprouting before your eyes, and a blast of betrayal running beneath your nose.

Note: I was beyond anxious when this disappeared multiple times, but now that it’s here, I can breathe. | ft. slight Park Jimin (’:

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a splash of fluff. Light smut and mentions of alcohol. | Words ➳ 10.8k


The music reverberated throughout the large home, blasting and threatening to pierce his skin and seep into his veins. People were dancing, yelling along with the music and having the time of their lives; wanting nothing more than to get wasted and to just forget. Others who had the mind to think, just stood back while drinking small sips from their cups—examining the humans who were begging to drown deeper into their drunkenness, to swim to the shore to survive the night or to just fall deep into the waters; giving up and letting their subconscious mind take over. The house was surely trembling from the commotion within, wanting nothing more than to relieve it from the atrocious tension, to feel blissful like it once had and not all clogged up from the poison that was slowly building up.

Amidst the many partygoers under the twinkling lights scattered on the ceiling and the loud obnoxious immature chatter amongst many groups, Jungkook stood in front of the home bar, pointing to a bottle while the man on the other side happily grabbed it and handed it to him. Jungkook took a plastic cup from a stack and bit the lid off the bottle, fizz quickly slipping out while he poured it’s contents into his cup. He had no idea what was slowly taking over his body. He had no idea how he got to the party, or even why he came; but what he did know was this.

He wanted to see you.

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EVERYTHING BUT YOU ੭ JUNGKOOK

Contains : roommate!jungkook, angst, SMUT !

Words : + 3,5k

Group : BTS

Member: Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Summary : You hated everything about Jungkook, from his cocky smirk to his annoying voice, and he could say the same about you. But the both of you were stuck together, forced to live with each other because of the landlord, it wasn’t a choice.
Yet, you didn’t know if he really hated you, or if you really hated his voice once you came home from work, hearing your name tumbling from his mouth in breathy moans.

Originally posted by purelyjimin

A/N : You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language and this is my third smut ever.


You took a deep breath, trying to containt yourself. Both of your hands flat on the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to get mad, especially this soon in the morning.
You opened your eyes, before staightening your back and adjusting your shirt.

« Jungkook. », you called, hoping he would hear you through the noises of cars and shot guns coming from the tv. Your roommate simply hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

« Jungkook, listen to me. », you harshly said. He paused his game to look at you, eyebrows raised at your boldness. The noises stopped abruptly, immersing the room in an almost religious silence.
Jungkook moved his head, questionning.

« How many times do I have to tell you to do the fucking dishes ? », you asked through gritted teeth.
The boy only rolled his eyes, shaking his head. « Argh, I’ll do them later. », he simply said, his face turning towards the tv again.

« Jungkook you need to do them now. », you started, making your voice a little louder so he could hear you over the noise.  « We don’t have any plates or bowls. », you continued, making your way to the living room.

You really didn’t want to fight him, last night was enough, but everything was dirty in the kitchen, and you needed to eat before going to work.
Your rubbed your temples, breathing in.

« Jungkook, I need to eat, I have to go to work. », you said, like you were talking to a child, standing in front of the screen.

« Y/N, move ! », almost screamed Jungkook, making motions with his hand before looking up at you.

He saw your determined look, arms crossed. He got up from the couch, tossing his controller, and he swore to himself that he would make you pay for it.




You took a deep breath, exiting from your car. The cold air ghosting over your skin, calming your nerves. You had a long and stressful day, the door of your apartment seemed like the door to heaven.
You looked up at the dark sky, before your attention got caught by the light coming from the window of your living room.

It was rare for Jungkook to stay in the living room, normaly he would watch a movie in his room, but maybe he was still playing his game, you thought.

You quickly walked towards the building, you were craving to feel the soft fabric of your duvet and rest for the week end.

Your hand grabbed the cold door handle, opening the heavy door of your apartment building. You were bending to take your shoes off and allow your heels to rest before you heard it.

The pounding sound of music, and you already knew where it was coming from. You cursed, rapidly climbing the stairs.
You didn’t even had to pull your keys out of your purse, since the door of your apartment was wide open.

Almost immediately, you started fumming, fists clenched. From the hallway you could see silhouettes moving around, dancing to the music.

« You got to be fucking kidding me. », you mumbled to yourself, walking into your apartment. The smell of alcohol was obvious, but you couldn’t care less, actively looking around to find Jungkook.
People were dancing, and you looked horrified, as you noticed some people you didn’t know on your couch, an obvious stain on the arm rest.

You looked around, trying to find someone you knew. You made you way into the crowd, feeling out of place with your working clothes.
Your body was pushed against other people, and suddently, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you into the person’s torso.

« Y/N ! You’re finally home ! », the person giggled, hugging you from the back, and you instantly knew who the voice belonged to.
« Jungkook, what the fuck is going on ?! », you almost screamed, turning around and freeing yourself from his embrace.

Even if you hated Jungkook, you knew him enough to tell that he was at least tipsy, a gummy smile on his face. The boy’s hands went back to your hips, pulling you into him once again. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but move your head away.

« We’re just having a little party. », he explained. « Dance with me. »

His request took you off garde, your palms went to his torso so you could look into his eyes. « Jungkook. », you said sweetly.
The boy hummed, hands locking behind your back.

« I want everyone out of here in 30 minutes or I’m kicking you out. »
Jungkook’s smile instantly vanished, his normal self coming back as his touch disappeared.

« Oh, you forgot ? », you asked, fake pouting. « If the landlord finds out that you organised a party without informing him, you’re out. »

In reality, you were just threatening him. Yes, the landlord would probably kick him out if he found out, but the neighbours were on vacation, so no one was there to complain about the noise. And on the other hand, even if you hated Jungkook, you would rather live with him than paying the full rent, because, let’s be real, finding a new roommate was hard.

If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead. Jungkook was enrage, and you only smiled at him, feeling victorious. He licked his lips, looking around, and you knew you had won, walking away to your room, pushing away everyone too close to you.

You quickly slammed your door, sighing as you untied your hair.

After a few moments, the apartment was left silent, Jungkook apparently got rid of everyone pretty quickly.

Your head fell on your pillow as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sighing in relief. Your muscles started to relax slowly, starting to fall asleep, before you heard it.

A girl moaning. 




You rubbed your eyes before tossing your duvet away from your body, you had spent one of the worst night ever.
You were already exhausted, your eyes closing without your will, and it was hot, way too hot, the duvet sticking to the thin layer of sweat on your skin. And on top of that, Jungkook fucked some random girl he certainly didn’t know.

You knew he was doing this just to piss you off, you could already see his annoying smirk on his face.
You sighed, getting up, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You walked out of your room, not caring about your appearance, you were only wearing a long t-shirt and your underwear.
You were craving for some tea and you needed it now. You quickly brushed your teeth, noticing no signs of Jungkook’s presence and made your way to the kitchen.

To your surprise, the living room was clean, no cups of the floor, no empty bottles. If it wasn’t for the stain on your couch, it was like nothing happened.
You raised your eyebrows, at least you wouldn’t have to fight with Jungkook.

Pouring the hot water in your cup, you absently watched as the water turned brown. You slowly added the milk, before feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s head dropped to the crook of your neck. 

You groaned, getting away from his grip, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter to take care of your toast.

« I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day. », he said, with his low morning voice, leaning in the corner of the kitchen. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel is eyes travel down your legs.

« Fuck you. », you simply said, spreading your chocolate on the bread. Jungkook didn’t respond, silently watching you.

You made your way towards your cup, but the boy stood beside you, his hand sneaking once again on your hip.
« Is that for me ? », he asked. His head moved towards the plate, humming the smell of the toast, while doing so, his breath ghosted over the skin of your cheek, his perfume he was wearing making you dizzy.

Your hand smacked his torso, « What the fuck, no. »

« Wow, after cleaning the living room I thought I would get some kind of reward. », he said, his tone changing at the last word.
You turned around,« Oh so, I should give you a reward because you cleaned the mess you’ve made after you threw a party ? »

Jungkook opened his mouth, but you continued, « Besides, even if you ended the party, the girl you fucked was way too loud. », you said, leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a sip of your tea and putting the cup down.

He almost looked embarrassed for a split second, before regaining his cocky attitude, leaning towards you.
His hand went to your jaw, his thumb lightly tugging at you bottom lip. His boldness caused your breath to get caught in your throat, and he saw it.
Smirking, he hummed, « You can tell me if you’re jealous, you know. »

He licked his lips, watching your own lips, and unconsciously leaning towars them. 

« You need to clean the stain on my couch. », you breathed, before escaping from his embrace.




 After the “accident”, nothing like that happened again.

Yes, you thought about it, was he really going to kiss you ? Are was it just another way to annoy you ?
If he wanted to annoy you, it was working, and what pissed you off more than anything, was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was, and he didn’t seem to care, as if it never happened.
And you wish you never happened, you wished you never felt you heart beat so fast.

Of course, you got back to Jungkook, stealing his video games until he cleaned your couch. He had to clean it himself, and hated every second of it. And once again, he swore he would make you pay for it.

And he did. You had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, and Jungkook knew it. While you were getting ready, he took his chance and sneaked into your room, easely finding your bag.

He knew you would probably kill him, but his plan was too perfect.
The next day, after the sleepover, you and your friends would go to the club. He knew you were excited about it, and he didn’t feel an once of guilt when he poured the ink of his pen on your red dress.

He was going to ruin your night just like you ruined his in the first place. Quickly folding the fabric and shoving in back in your bag, he closed your it before going back to the living room like nothing happened.

And you should have knowned that he was up to something when he sweetly smiled at you before you closed the door.

But Jungkook’s plan wasn’t that good, he thought that you would only see the ruined fabric after the sleepover, just before going out. But you were too excited to show your new dress and unpacked your bag as soon as you entered your bestfriend’s house.

Your heart sank when you unfolded the fabric, discovering the wide black stain in the middle of the dress, before rage took over you.
Cursing loudly, you didn’t give your best friend any explaination before storming out of her house, blood boiling, fingers impatiently taping on the steering wheel at every red light.

You almost ran up the stairs, before taking a deep breath when you were faced by your door. « Calm down, you don’t want to kill someone tonight. », you thought.

But another voice in your head reminded you that the dress he ruined costed a lot, and you really needed this night out with your friends to relax and suddently, all the rage that was starting to fade came back in a wave.

Opening your door, you were greeted by the darkness of your living room, and for a second you thought Jungkook was gone, maybe out for the night, but you heard something. The boy was probably playing some game with his friends.

Quietly walking without turning the light on, you followed the faint noise before freezing in the middle of the room.

The noises, it’s wasn’t him talking, it was him moaning.

You were so shoked, you almost dropped your keys. You didn’t know if you had to laugh, open the door of his room or just run away as quickly as possible and act like nothing happened.

Putting your keys down on the kitchen counter, you leaned against it. You could hear your rapid heat beat along side Jungkook’s moan, sweat starting to form on your forehead.
You wanted to get out, so bad, but you were stuck there, unable to move. His moans were getting louder, his breath ragged, little whines coming from his lips from time to time.

Your cheeks were starting to heat up, when you heard a particularly loud moan, before

your name.

Your eyes opened, wide, starring at Jungkook’s bedroom door. You moved your head, you swore to yourself it was just your brain tricking you.

But you heard it again, clearer this time.

« Y/N, fuck ! »

And your heart sank, once again.
Your name was tumbling from his lips in broken moans, your legs felt like jelly, his breath got more and more erratic as yours got caught and suddently,

it stopped.

It stopped, and the whole apartment was silent, like nothing happened. Your eyes still wide, you started to breath normaly again.
You took your keys, head dropping to look at the floor, before you heard the door.

Oh, fuck.

You immediatly looked up, cursing yourself for not running away when you could. You froze as you saw Jungkook, walking out of his room, obviously frustrated. His hand running in his hair, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a layer of sweat visible on his torso.
He looked up, and froze.

For what felt like an eternity, no one talked, looking at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Your throat was dry, unable to talk, your mouth opened and closed without letting out a single sound. The air was thick, your eyes traveling from his red lips to his rising and falling chest.

Jungkook was the first to open his mouth, breaking the silence.

« Y/N, I, eh, didn’t hear you come in. », he said taking a step forward.

« I, eh… », you tried, stepping back, forgeting why you were there in the first place.

« How long have you been here ? », he asked, a hand rubbing his collarbone. 

« I- », you started, before your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Jungkook licked his lips, eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes.

« You heard me ? », he asked, even if he knew the answer. His breath ghosted over your skin, one hand beside your face on the wall, the other holding your chin.

« Yeah. », you breathed, looking into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the lack of light but they seemed a shade darker.

The boy licked his lips again, blinked a few times before boldly asking.

« Can I kiss you ? »

And without thinking, you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips when your roommate eagerly kissed you. Jungkook instantly moaned into your mouth, pressing himself against you. His hand detached from the wall, falling to grip your hip.

His soft lips moved against yours, before his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediatly gave. And it was a battle for dominance, Jungkook’s hand left you chin, sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel you skin against his.

His head went to your neck, and you didn’t move, letting him kiss his way down to your collarbone. He was craving to do this since the kitchen accident, your skin looking way too flawless to his liking. And all he wanted to do was to mark you, all over your body.

A sigh ran down from your lips when he found a special spot, and he started sucking on your skin, leaving a purple mark.

Both his hands pushed the fabric of your shirt up, and you got the hint, taking your shirt off. Your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his skin against yours, you lips founding his neck, but before you could start your torture, he stopped you.

« Y/N, don’t tease. », he breathed. And god, he sounded so needy, out of breath and you only kissed his neck, you wondered how wrecked he would be after you’re done with him. 

Seeing that you didn’t respond, Jungkook pressed himself against you, making you feel his boner, and he was hard.

Your lips went back to the base of his neck, while your hand traveled down his torso, until you met the hem of his sweatpants.

« Y/N, plea- », he started, getting cut when your hand palmed him through the fabric. His head rolled back, a moan tumbling from his lips.

You liked your lips, watching him in awe, his fingers digging in your waist.

« Don’t tease. », he said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer. His hand grabbed yours, kissing your knuckles to your elbow.

« Jungkook. », you breathed, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hummed, eyelids heavy.
His cheeks were slightly red, lips swollen, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again instand of answering.

He walked you towards his room, lips never leaving yours.

Leaving the lights off, he softly layed you on his bed before towering over you. Your fingers went to the hem of your jean, taking it off.
Jungkook’s hands unclapped your bra, tossing it somewhere, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipple.

« Jungkook, we don’t have time for that. », you moaned, feeling the uncomfortable wetness starting to form in your underwear. The boy was as eager as you, leaving you breast before almost ripping your panties.

« Fuck, I’m so hard. », he moaned, when you took his sweatpants off. He quickly got up, opening the drawer of  his nightstand to take a condom. He hurriedly opened the package, rolling the condom on his shaft.

You signed when his hands went on either sides of your hand, feeling the heat of his body. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your lips, kissing him again, never getting enough of the feeling.

He pulled back slightly, a smirk streching his lips.

« Babygirl. », he called, waiting for you to open your eyes. One of his hand grabbed the back of your thigh, placing your leg on his hip.

« Who are you wet for ? », he asked, a devilish smile on his face.

You wanted to slap him, but you needed him, and you breathed.

« You. »

Jungkook almost moaned, his head went back to your neck before entering you. Jungkook groaned, his breath ragged. You arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders.

« Jungkook, please. », you moaned, and he started rolling his hips in a slow but deep pace. Your head dropped back, you started biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but Jungkook noticed.

« Don’t you fucking dare. », he started, thumb tugging at your lip.  « Moan for me or I’ll stop. »

You whined, and Jungkook started slamming back into you. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling at it to expose your neck, and he started biting and sucking on the skin, breathy moans coming from your lips.

Your other leg wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, his dick was hitting a spot making you moan at every thrust. Jungkook was a moaning mess on top of you, his broken whispers transforming into long moans and deep groans.

He was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to make you come first, he needed to see it.

« Are you gonna cum for me ? », Jungkook ask, teeth biting on your lower lip. You could only whine, your hand gripping his hair.

Jungkook’s hips started making deep and slow thrusts, one which was particularly hard, helping you reach your high.

A last moan filled the room, before your came around Jungkook, your eyes closing, mouth falling agape.


Jungkook groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. « Fuck, such a good girl. », he complimented through gritted teeth, before reaching his climax, softly moaning near your ear, your name falling and falling from his lips as he came in the condom.

He collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath, bodies sweaty.

Jungkook chukled,« Sorry for the dress. »

"I'm gonna kill him" -- Pt 1

Imagine – You are forced into an arranged marriage

“We need this Y/N. Our family needs it”. My mother spoke, standing in front of me at her desk with my father. They wanted me to marry this wealthy Shadowhunter that came from a well known family tree.
“And what happens to what I want?”. I said, not lifting my head to look at them.
“Oh don’t be so selfish! We have given you wonderful opportunities and have gotten you so far in this institute, you owe this to us”. My mother snapped. My father blinked nervously until he spoke, “Anyway it’s done. He’s coming to the institute tomorrow where you will be married immediately. Everything will be set up, you just have to show up, do you think you could do that?”, he was so patronising.
I glared at them but there was nothing I could do. I had to do this for my family, “Just tell me the time and I’ll be there”.

I walked out of their office to be greeted by Izzy and Clary walking down the corridor, “Hey, what was that emergency meeting all about?”, Izzy asked whilst both of them linked each of my arms. I was training with her when I got ushered to my parents.
“Oh just stupid family drama, wanna go into town for drinks?”, I asked the both of them needing one last night out with my girls before my freedom would be taken away.
“Of course, give us half an hour and we’ll be ready!”. They both ran off to get all dolled up whilst I just went back to my room.

I sat on my bed and just went over what my parents had said to me, ‘Don’t be so selfish’. I’ve been everything but selfish. I have always put everyone before myself. A knock snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up to answer it, “Izzy I thought you said half an-”. I opened the door to Alec. “Sorry I thought you might have been Izzy and Clary”. I held the door open and motioned for him to come in.
“So what can I help you with?”. Me and Alec had been close for a while, we had a flirty relationship, it was playful, we knew we both liked each other.
“Erm…this sounds stupid but I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight…for dinner…just me and you?”. I was so happy, the big grin on my face supported this.
“Alec I would-“, then I remembered. “but I can’t”, I didn’t want to tell anyone of the marriage yet. “I’m going out with Clary and Izzy tonight around town”. I saw the disappointment on his face which broke me.
“But you can come too, you can bring Jace and Simon as well if you want”. His famous smirk was now visible, obviously pleased with the invitation.
“Sounds great, I’ll go get the others”. He left, grazing my arm with his hand as he walked past. I walked over to my wardrobe looking at the options for me to wear. I wasn’t in a mood to make an effort so black jeans and a T it was.

I lay down and waited for someone to come and get me. The next thing I knew I opened my eyes to Jace leaning over me at my bedside.
“Finally! I’ve been shouting you for like 10 minutes!”. I sat up and let my eyes adjust.
“I’m sorry I must have dozed off”.
Jace looked at me worriedly, “What is wrong with you lately?”.
“I’m just exhausted, and stressed with all the mission reports I’m so behind on. The clave is on my back a lot these past few weeks”.
“Well we don’t have to go out tonight we can always-“.
I cut him off, “NO no….I need this”. He nodded with a look of concern and put an arm around me as we walked to go and meet the others.

We arrived at the club. I walked in with Clary and Izzy by my side whilst the other guys followed us in as we had more experience with mundane clubs.

Three hours, 7 shots, 4 vodka & cokes and a bottle of Malibu later….lets just say I was a little more than tipsy. We were all sat in a booth on the far side of the club right next to the dance floor. Jace and Clary were in the middle of a make out session whilst Simon was watching star wars on his phone as Izzy had passed out with her legs across Simon and her head on my lap. Me and Alec were talking…well, he was talking, I was slurring, although I could feel the room gradually starting to spin slower. Then all of a sudden Alec kissed me. It was long, passionate and so overdue. The second we pulled apart my lips did something before my brain could think about it.
“I’m getting married tomorrow”. My eyes were still closed from the kiss and they stayed closed for a few more seconds as I was scared to see what his reaction would be. All of a sudden I felt completely sober. I opened my eyes and regretted it immediately. He looked heartbroken, confused, vulnerable and angry. All those emotions were showing on one face and I was the reason why. Before I could say anything else he was gone, running out of the club faster than I’ve ever seen someone move.
“ALEC-“, I called out but the music was too loud and he was too far away, he wouldn’t have even come back even if he did hear me. Jace must have heard me though as he broke apart from Clary and chased after Alec. I looked down at my lap, tears fell from my face and onto Izzy but she was dead to the world to notice. When I looked up I saw Clary and Simon look at me with an expression that said ‘you have some explaining to do’.

I woke up in Clary’s room. She didn’t want to be on my own because of the state I was in last night, drunk and hysterical. After Simon took Izzy back to his I cried to Clary trying to get everything out whilst I still could. She was so supportive and was furious with what I was forced into but she understood that I felt like I had to do it, not for me but for my family. Jace had text Clary late last night to tell her he was back at the institute with Alec. They had just walked around the streets he said in the text and just talked. Alec had told Jace about the marriage, Clary explained it to Jace over the phone in which he told Alec but Jace was still pissed with me and Alec was still harbouring the same feelings from last night.
“They’ll both understand soon enough”. Clary must have noticed me staring into space and she must have knew that I was worrying about it all. I nodded.
“What time is it?”.
She checked her phone, “9:30 AM”.
I jumped up out of the bed and raced to the door, “I was meant to be in the chapel half an hour ago!”.

I ran into the chapel to find my mother pacing and my father talking to the silent brother who would be initiating the wedding.
“I’m sorry, I was out late and I lost track of time this morning”.
My mother walked towards me, “Enough with your excuses!”. I felt the tears build up behind my eyes threatening to run down my cheeks but I fought them back. She dragged me to the front of the room where I was met by my father and the silent brother. As I stood not listening to a word they were saying the door swung open. I clenched my jaw in anticipation for my future partner to walk in but to my relief it was Clary, Simon and Izzy. I hadn’t asked them to come and I didn’t want them to but right now I knew I really needed them. A tear escaped as I smiled at them. They sat at the very back not wanting to disturb any family business. Since what felt like forever I finally felt relaxed knowing that whatever happened today I had people who truly loved me just a couple of footsteps away. Then the door opened again and suddenly my anxiety went from 0 to 100 real fast. In he walked, the person I presumed I was getting married off to. The closer he came the more I realised he wasn’t the worst looking, I mean he was kinda cute; dark hair, tall, skinny yet muscle-y…I was literally describing Alec. Did this mean I had a type? No one could compare to how I felt about Alec. He was the one I truly wanted to be with, but my feelings didn’t matter.

The vows had been said, the runes had been drawn and the rings had been given. The wedding was over. Everyone dispersed until there was just me at the front of the room. Still stood in the place I had been stood throughout. My freedom had been taken…my future had been written. As I watched my family leave I let my guard down and all tears rushed out. Clary, Simon and Izzy raced to me. I didn’t know what to do anymore or what would happen to me now. For the first time in my life I felt lost and had no idea what I was going to do.

After the wedding I had gone straight to my room. The others wanted me to hang out with them so I could take my mind off of things for a few hours but I just wanted to be alone. I jumped straight in the shower and just stood there for what felt like hours under the hot water. I eventually got out and started to get changed when I heard noises coming from outside the bathroom door. I walked out, expecting to see Izzy gathering clothes so I could come and escape to Simon’s place with them but it wasn’t. It was my hubby…William I think his name was. I payed no attention throughout the ceremony so I avoided saying his name during the vows.
“What are you doing?”. I asked as he was putting everything from my room into boxes.
He looked back at me with what I can only describe as disgust on his face. “You are to be moved into my room on the East wing, if we want to make this believable”. The minute he turned back around anger rushed through me. How dare he come in here. How dare he take my things and look at me like that. I walked over to him and started unpacking all of my stuff.
“I’m not moving anywhere, my things are staying in this room and so am I”. I didn’t look at him. It felt good, it felt like I was getting control back over my life. This feeling stopped when he spun me around and slapped me across the face. His force was so strong that it knocked me to the ground. He grabbed the remaining boxes and left the room. I just lay there. Shocked at what had just happened.

I eventually composed myself and headed towards William’s wing, as I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I stayed in my room, when I bumped into Clary. She gasped and touched the side of my face, “Oh my god what did you do?”. I know she didn’t mean to say it the way I took it and she had no idea what had happened but all I heard coming from her voice was her saying it was my fault. Maybe it was my fault.
“Oh I was just stupid and hit my head on my bedside table from my nap before”. I didn’t want people to know and start gossiping. The wedding had already made me the topic of conversation on every mission so this would just make things worse. She just laughed, “What are you like!”. Then she left. I was just stood in an empty corridor.

•5 DAYS PASSED•

I gently pulled on an oversized jumper, for the purpose of no one seeing my bruises, and my sweatpants. I hadn’t spoken to anyone for days. I hadn’t even left the room in days because I couldn’t bare to see people so they could congratulate me on my wonderful new marriage, but I knew I had to train.
As I got to the training room I saw that half of the room was already occupied by Jace. Just him and a punch bag. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night at the bar, as well as Alec.
He saw me walk in, rolled his eyes and carried on punching. I grabbed my throwing knives and my seraph blade and went over to the dummies to practise my fighting skills.
After an hour Jace came over and threw a duel stick towards my feet, “Lets go”. The way he said it was so cold. I picked up the stick and walked to the centre of the room where he was stood and without being ready he struck the back of my legs and I fell to the ground. I gasped loudly and Jace looked at me like I was being dramatic but the pain was more than it usually was.
“How could you do it? How could you hurt him like that?”.
I slowly got back to my feet and steadied myself, “I didn’t want any of this to happen! I had to do this, my parents-“. He cut me off.
“NO”, he yelled. “There was no excuse, everyone has a choice and you chose to break my brothers heart. That night you told him at the club I could feel his heartbreak, there’s just no excuse for that”.
“HEY”, this time I yelled which threw him off guard. “I love Alec…so much”, tears started to build up and a lump was lodged in my throat. “I wanted to be with him and the night he asked me out was one of the happiest moments of my life. But no one understands. No one understands the pressure I was under”. I couldn’t hold back anymore and the tears fell. Jace was stood looking down at the floor, silent. I began to walk away when he gabbed my wrist. I screamed and fell down because of the pain. Jace stood back in shock not knowing what he had done.
He knelt down beside me, “What is with you today? And why are you dressed like winter for training”. I caressed my wrist, he pulled my sleeve up and saw all the bruises. He pulled up my other sleeve where more were hidden.
“Where the hell did you get these from?!”. I quickly got out of his grip and pulled down my sleeves and stood up.
I turned my back to him, “T-they’re from m-my missions”. I stuttered, not knowing what excuse seemed best.
“No they’re not because I’m always on your missions and we haven’t had one since last week, these are new bruises”.
A new set of tears came to the surface and when I turned to face him and he noticed.
“Is he hurting you?”.
At first I didn’t say anything, I just looked at the floor refusing to make eye contact with him. But the second I looked into his eyes I started hysterically crying and that’s when he knew.
He immediately came to my side and gently pulled my into a hug. It felt good to get it off my chest. After what felt like an hour he loosened he grip. “I’m gonna kill him”. He was began to walk off but I ran in front of him pleading not to.
“Please don’t! Please Jace”.
“Give me one good reason not to”.
“Because if he knows I’ve told people then I’m dead Jace. He lashes out when the tiniest things happen, so god only knows what he’s going to do if you beat him!”.
He nodded, hands still in tight fists but he understood.

Originally posted by alec-baene

Are those whiskers?

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warnings: Drinking, mild smut, all the feels 


Remus was cold, again. Even under his bed covers and surrounded by books. It was as if the transition had sapped the warmth from his body, even days later. He drew the covers closer and tried to ignore the empty feeling in his bones. His eyes were beginning to droop closed, and he might even have fallen asleep if it weren’t for that thumping noise drawing closer and closer.

“YOU!” The dormitory door screeched in protest as it banged open. 

Books and papers slid across his duvet as the curtains of his four poster bed were whipped open.

“Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you all night!” The deep voice bordered on theatrical. Remus didn’t have to look to know who it was. 

Instead he dived to save the large tome that was about to fall on Sirius’s foot. 

“I think you have the answer to that one Pads, I’ve been here.”

“And what have you been doing here?!” Accused Sirius, unperturbed.

Remus looked about the room, affronted. 

“I thought I’d work on the map…Sirius, have you been drinking?” Questioned Remus, frowning slightly. 

“Of course I’ve been drinking Moons.” Sirius’s voice had become a little throaty, Remus thought. It sounded kind of good.

Sirius swung around the four poster bed, and Remus just about managed to sweep the rest of his books aside before he collapsed on top of the bed, sighing deeply.

Remus was suddenly aware that he was wearing little more than a pair of boxers under the sheets.

“The question is, why weren’t you drinking Moony? You're​ missing the party of the year. I only left because I couldn’t find you.”

Remus concentrated on piling the books onto his bedside table.

“Pads, what party are you talking about?” He said to his nightstand.

Sirius rolled onto his stomach, pushing Remus across the bed and propping up his head on his hands. Remus did his best to ignore the way he could feel Sirius’s warmth at his side, even through the sheets.

“Sirius, what party?” Remus pushed, if only to distract himself.

“What party?!” Sirius’s exclamation turned into a frown, as he fell deep in thought.

“Actually…it was sort of impromptu…” He admitted. “I’m not entirely sure how I got there if I’m honest.” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together.

An exasperated smile was creeping across Remus’s face. “And…why do you have…I mean, are those cat whiskers?”

Sirius gasped and nodded somberly, drawing himself even closer, so that Remus could see the smudged face paint quite clearly.

“I saw those two Hufflepuffs we tricked into doing our potions essay last week….I needed a disguise.” Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Remus to be impressed.

Remus couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips. “Yeah, well… they don’t suit you. You’re a dog, remember?” 

Sirius slapped a hand across his face, as if he’d somehow managed to forget this fact about himself. 

“By all means” He smirked, “take them off.” 

Remus smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I will.” 

He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a towel and wetting it with his wand. “Stay still.” 

Sirius smirked, pushing back his hair and closing his eyes ceremoniously. 

For a moment the thought flickered across Remus’s mind that it would take just a few centimetres for him to close the gap between their lips. 

Instead he sighed and pressed the towel to Sirius’s face. His free hand drifted to Sirius’s jaw, holding him in place. It was hard not to spread his fingers out, not to slide his hand back and lose it in Sirius’s hair. To pull him forward and…

Remus shook his head and moved to the other cheek, working quickly now. 

When he moved his hand away Sirius followed. Did he imagine that, or did Sirius just lean his face into his cupped palm? Remus stayed frozen, mesmerized by the trust of Sirius’s closed eyes.  

He dropped the towel, and took the liberty of running his fingers across Sirius’s newly clean cheeks. When his eyes flickered open Remus dropped his hands guiltily. 

“All done.”

Sirius smiled. “Back to my beautiful self.” 

Remus’s snort was quickly replaced by a gasp as Sirius rolled over and wriggled under the covers.

Suddenly Sirius’s body was against his bare skin. Sirius was in his bed. Remus tried to control his erratic heartbeat, but he was only wearing boxers and Sirius was in. his. bed. Tingles burned across his skin as an oblivious boy flicked off his shoes and socks. 

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?!” He asked, throwing his head onto the pillow dangerously close to Remus’s face and staring at the ceiling.

“I…I thought our beds were the same.” Muttered Remus weakly.

He was suddenly intensely aware of how the back of his hand was brushing up against Sirius’s.

“Nope, yours is definitely better than mine.” Sirius said decidedly, letting out a contented sigh.

After a few minutes pause, in which Remus tried desperately to control his heartbeat, he broke the silence.

“So…you’re just going to sleep here are you?” He tried to keep his tone light as he stared determinedly at the ceiling.

“If you want me to move…” Sirius yawned, clearly crashing after his busy night, “…you’ll have to make me.” He turned his face towards Remus and closed his eyes, putting out the light with a lazy flick of his wrist.

Remus didn’t want Sirius to go anywhere, so he kept his mouth shut. If he stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face sideways he would be practically nose to nose with Sirius, and he couldn’t decide if that was a brilliant idea, or a terrible one. Remus closed his own eyes and sighed. There was a comfortable fuzz of warmth and tiredness creeping over them.

The back of Sirius’s hand was still touching his, and one of his legs was now hooked over Remus’s. There was a steady wave of tingles rolling back and forth across Remus’s body, and he thanked Merlin Sirius hadn’t taken any clothes off, because he was pretty sure his body would have exploded.

“You’re drunk.” He murmured, as much for himself as Sirius.

“Not as drunk as you think I am.” Came the low reply.

Remus’s heart leapt, but his mouth couldn’t quite form any words.

Sirius lapsed into a sleepy silence, until, quite naturally, Remus turned his face to the side. Even though his eyes were firmly shut, he could feel Sirius’s hot breath on his lips. Sirius must have felt him too, but he didn’t move an inch. Was he asleep? Was he just drunk?

It was then Remus realized that their fingers had become intertwined. It was subtle, almost accidental, but it couldn’t be a mistake. Could it?

With his heart in his mouth, Remus made the tiniest of movements, dragging his pinky finger in the smallest of circles across Sirius’s skin.

Sirius’s wordless reply came quickly, as he mirrored his movements with his thumb, which had found its way to the top of Remus’s thigh. Nerves and pure excitement coiled in Remus’s chest. Was this really happening? He couldn’t be mistaking these signs.

Still, no words passed between the boys, and Remus stayed frozen to the pillow. But the tension in his chest kept building as the circles Sirius was teasing on his upper thigh grew bigger and bolder. With each circle he knew he couldn’t be mistaking it.

This was it. He had to do it. He wanted to do it, Merlin he wanted to do it so badly.

Hiding behind closed eyes, he inched his lips closer and closer, pulse hammering in his ears. It took almost a full minute until Remus was so close he couldn’t possibly go back. Still, he wasn’t quite sure who closed the gap, but it was happening

Sirius’s lips were soft, teasing. Remus felt the tension in his chest expand into something like euphoria. He was lost in Sirius’s musky smell, the soft feel of his hair, the press of his body, his lips, Merlin his lips. Why hadn’t he been doing this his whole life?

Remus all but moaned in protest when Sirius broke the kiss.

Finally. Merlin, I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you.” Sirius said, his voice deep and raspy.

Remus tried to form words, but Sirius’s hand was travelling along his waist, tugging their hips closer together. What left Remus’s mouth was more like a growl.

Sirius let out a chuckle that was quickly stifled by a kiss as Remus’s hand slid to his face. He leant into the touch, releasing a wave of something excitement that flooded every nerve in Remus’s body. He was greedy now, every inch of Sirius was a too-long forbidden place he could finally explore.

Their mouths came together harder and more desperately this time, and after a few moments Remus tugged at Sirius’s bottom lip, sucking and grazing his teeth over the soft skin. Before he knew it he’d let out another soft growl of satisfaction.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured.

Sirius’s grin was visible even in the half darkness. “Oh I might have an idea.” He replied, sliding on top of Remus and grinding gently onto his hips. 

He leant down to Remus’s ear, “There are a few things I’ve been waiting to do to you.”

When Sirius’s fingers reached down past the soft waistband of his boxers, Remus took in a sharp breath. His face must have betrayed him, because the corners of Sirius’ mouth fell. 

Sirius pressed his hand flat against Remus’s chest, and he was sure Sirius could feel his frantic heartbeat underneath it. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” Said Sirius, his voice edged and desperate.

He leant down, pushing Remus further into the soft bed, and pressing his lips to the skin of his neck. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.” He breathed. 

Remus shook his head, fighting hard not to let himself go “You’re drunk.”

Sirius drew back, focusing a long hard stare into Remus’s eyes. 

“A little.” He rasped, sliding backward and pulling Remus into a sitting position.

Sirius slid his hands around Remus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together and concentrating very hard on slowing his breathing. 

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I’m a little, little bit tipsy. But I’ve been thinking about kissing you for seven years. And I’m not sure I can wait another seven seconds.”

Sirius pulled away just far enough that he could focus on Remus’s face in the dim light. 

“But if you ask me to I will.” 

Remus stared at the boy in front of him. He already knew his world had shifted.

He pressed a thumb into Sirius’s lip, trying to convince himself this was real.

“Promise me you’ll feel the same in the morning, Sirius.” 

Warm hands cupped Remus’s face, forcing his eyes back to the grey pools in front of him.

“I promise, Remus” The way Sirius said his name already had Remus leaning forward, grabbing a handful of his soft shirt, kissing whatever skin he could reach, but Sirius didn’t stop. 

“I promise.” He murmured into Remus’s neck. “I promise.” He breathed as his lips brushed against his ear. 

“I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life.”

Humans are weird

Here’s my contribution to this, I couldn’t help myself ;)

What if humans were the only ones to purposely poison themselves for fun and therefore we are the only ones who hallucinate?


Captain Zurg was nervous. All of these stories about the humans from the death planet that xe’s heard were crazy! And now there was to be one to join them in closed quarters with the rest of the crew. Xe has done all the required reading for the care of humans and even took the pack bonding course the pamphlet recommended.

When Human Dave joined, everything went smoother than Zurg could have hoped for. They now had a small predator to care for, but it was to be expected. Human Dave fits well with the rest of the researchers. 

The only problem happened when there was a shipment of poisonous fruit juice as well as vegetables that Human Dave would not leave alone.

“Is this substance not harmful to your species Human Dave?” Captain Zurg could not let him unknowingly hurt himself. Maybe if Human Dave knew the harm it could do to him then they would leave it alone.

“What this? It’s just alcohol. It won’t kill me. It’s fun! Besides, it only becomes a problem when you drink too much.”

Captain Zurg clicked his mandibles nervously, “But it clearly is not good for you and hurts your system to ingest.”

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sirius black head canons

His mother used to yell at him to tears, so every time he’s in an argument he refuses to backdown because he  never wants to feel that way again

Loves the smell of burning wood in a fireplace

Started to grow out his hair in sixth year

The most impulsive marauder

Sass queen (slay me)

Huge flirt because of all the banquets his mother forced him to go to. He learned how to make people comfortable and manipulate them when necessary

The most outspoken of the boys

Has nightmares almost every night

Can control emotions easily

Always has his feet propped up on his desk 

Is that asshole who doesn’t study for tests yet still gets A’s

Is the one to come up with the weirder pranks

Like the idea of cursing Severus Snape into dreaming of James dancing naked so he’d think he was having a gay crisis

The Marauders shut that down quickly (especially James)

James and him once walked around the entire castle with two books on their heads to see who had the best balance (it started off with an augment about their last quidditch loss then it escalated)

Motherfucker always looks like he just walked out of a L’Oreal commercial 

Loves to give remus a kiss on the hand goodbye because its one of the only ways he can get Remus to blush

Can figure puzzles and riddles quickly (Remus is jealous)

When he first heard rock music the boys thought he was going to have an aneurism

“What is this! This is awesome! I didn’t think there way another type of music other than mozart!”

He has to drink like 1 gallon of alcohol just to get a little tipsy. He had been drinking wine since such a young age that he’s basically immune

Was the original gossip girls. he knows everything about everyone 

Is james number one hype girl

Almost flipped his shit when he found out that Lily’s favorite flowers were not, in fact, lilies

They are Peonies

Is the kid that acts like he doesn’t give a shit about school but then stays up really late doing homework

Seeing remus’s side of the dorm gives him a migraine

Will jump to defend anyone. even if he doesn’t know them

Has and will punch the day lights out of someone if he hears them mutter mud blood

THIS BITCH CAN LITERALLY EAT ANYTHING AND NOT GAIN WEIGHT, its ridiculous 

He’s the guy that can always make you laugh no matter what

Holds grudges

Is really flexible holy shit

Will only put his hair up with scrunchies because normal hairbands hurt

Is so dramatic he should go to theater camp

Flips people off a lot

Is the loudest at quidditch games (only because he’ll sometimes steal the announcers microphone)

Has tried to flirt with mrs Mcgonagall into giving him a passing grade

Has tried to do the same with Dumbledore but instead of grades, he asked for a trophy with his name on it to be put in the display case for Most Handsome and Chivalrous Lad in Hogwarts

To say the least neither of them agreed

Tye is never tied

Has, on multiple occasions, lost his wand

That all!

anonymous asked:

can you do a daddy!dom!phil and dom!pj with bottom!dan? if you could have dan call pj something like sir that would be great too. Feel free to add anything

Yo I went a bit nuts with the “add anything”. Includes daddy!kink, exhibitionism, degradation , toys, fisting, double penetration, Dan being a little cock/cumslut jfc someone stop me.

Phil loves living with Dan, there’s no question about it. When it comes to roommates, Dan’s the full package; he’s Phil’s best friend, so he always has someone to talk to and play video games with, but he’s also his boyfriend, which means blowjobs and cuddles, too. He has all the other attributes of a great roommate as well – he cooks and cleans up after himself and always pays his rent on time. It’s very rare that they squabble and if they do it’s over something silly that’s resolved by the time they head to bed together. They’re perfect for each other, but the only problem with having such an incredible all-in-one human like Dan is that they tend to forget other people exist. It’s never on purpose, they just have a habit of getting caught up in their little life together and end up neglecting their other friends. That’s why, when Phil realises it’s almost been a year since they’ve seen PJ, he picks up the phone and invites their old friend around.

Another thing Dan and Phil don’t do as much as they used to is drink, so when the curly-haired 26-year-old turns up at their door, green eyes twinkling and right hand clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels, Phil knows it’s going to be an interesting night.

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I wanted to drown the butterflies you gave me so I tried to find peace at the bottom of an empty vodka bottle. I drank and drank and drank until I felt just a little bit loved, because you never did have it in you to love a girl like me, a girl who tried to cut the hate out of her veins with a sharpener blade. So I drank and drank and drank until my mind was tipsy from the vodka and not you.
Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


Heartbreak.

That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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Screwed || Bucky Barnes || Pt. 2

Part One

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes had never taken a liking in you, no matter how hard you tried he always seemed to loathe you. That is until you get a little drunk and carefree leading to becoming much closer to Bucky than you ever imagined. The question is, how screwed are you?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of like kissing, a bit of angst; that’s all

Word Count: 2327 words 

A/N: Once again I just wanna thank everyone that’s responded so positively to this new series its made me incredibly happy!! xx


All you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off his face, you couldn’t stand just how cocky he was being, “oh c'mon, it was a great night,” he finally said, getting bored of your glare.

You wanted to say something, to tell him you didn’t remember it or that you hated it, but as soon as you opened your mouth, no words came out, “that’s what I thought,” he said, the smirk reappearing as you stomped your foot and let out a huff like an angry child.

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Mr.Global is Amazing

He texted me and told me he reserved a room for us at the Mandarin Oriental for the night. Now keep in mind this is our first time getting together since discussing the arrangement on our meet and greet. I arrived at the hotel 30 minutes late because the GPS took me to the Management office. He didn’t care though, he just wanted me to hurry up and get there. I valet my car and walk into the bar and there he is waiting on me. The look in his eyes told me he’d already started drinking without me. He’s like “Order whatever you want and if you want food get that too.” So we’re drinking and we’re talking and he has so many questions. Mostly about my hair. He was shocked when I told him about sew-ins lol. He had no idea what they were. He also was curious as to why I got into sugaring. I answered all of his questions and I was honest and I think that just made him like me even more. He kept looking me in my eyes and telling me how pretty I was and how he liked my cheek bones (I was contoured by the Gods themselves). He just seemed so happy. He wouldn’t stop smiling. He kept telling me I was so nice and professional and that he didn’t know if I was acting or being real. I told him I really like being around him and that he’s a breath of fresh air. I say that because he listens to me. If I tell him something he recites it weeks later. He truly listens. I love that about him. He gives me a menu and suggest that I order for him because I know what he likes, I order a club sandwich and we both tore that sandwich up lol, yeah we shared it. We finish up and we go upstairs to our room and it was beautiful. I had a few drinks so I was little tipsy. I was ready to rock his world though, but he didn’t want sex. Yes…you heard me he didn’t want sex. He wanted to sleep next to me and cuddle and just hold me. I took my clothes off (stayed in my bra and panties) and got in a satin robe and lied down on the bed. He comes over and he starts rubbing me on my legs and kissing my feet, telling me he would be so devoted to me and that he just wants to take care of me. Anything that I need to let him know. He asked me if I ever fell in love with one of my SDs and I told him no. He said well it’s possible that I can with him because he is so lovable. He gets out of the bed to grab a pink envelope off of the table and says I think this is for you and hands it over to me. I open it up and it’s a card from him with a gift card to one of my favorite stores. On our first date I told him if he ever wanted to just make me happy Sephora and Ulta are my favorite stores. HE GOT ME A GIFT CARD TO SEPHORA!!! I wanted to fuck him last night because I was just so pleased by how good he had been to me. But he’s not rushing it so neither am I. I mean last month I got my allowance after our meet and greet and didn’t see him until this night and he was okay with that. I’m his first SB and I am loving this. I had a ring on my ring finger that I picked up from F21 and he thought I was married. I told him no way!! I said if I was it would be cooler than this and much bigger. He said you’re right. What’s your ring size? Whoa!! I’m a size 7 baby. We ended our night by falling asleep in one another’s arm. It was so beautiful. He really looked so happy. He even smiled in his sleep. I can’t wait to see him again.

bts reacts: you ask them out

anon:  Can you do a BTS reacts to You asking them out, instead of the other way around??

none of these gifs belong to me, i don’t have the talent. all credit to their original owners :)

this took me so long to do i’m sorry oml also they’re hichkey terrible i have writers block and exam studies rip my productivity


yoongi: he’d always been someone you’d been comfortable with, but for some reason, the prospect of actually going up and saying what you wanted to say seemed daunting, to say the least- so after that, the only viable option was by text. maybe not the most intimate of choices, but it seemed like the best option at the time. he’d be confused at first, messaging something along the lines of;

this wasn’t meant for me, was it?

right?

___?

if you hadn’t answered, he’d message again for clarification. no more than once, any more than that was quite frankly unacceptable.

whether it was meant for me or not, the answer would be yes. just in case.

hoseok: i’m going to try and make this the least cheesy that i can, okay?”

“why so serious all of a sudden?” he joked, nudging you slightly. “where did ___ go and who is this impostor?”

“please?” he nodded solemnly in response as if to say, ‘go on, i’m listening.’

“would you ever consider going out- with you know, me?” the words were a little garbled and seemed to run over one another, but he understood nonetheless.

“what, really? you mean, on like, a date?”

“yes? if not, it’s absolutely fine, i understand- i just thought that maybe-”

“yes.”

“huh?”

“yes, of course i will! what else would i have said?”

Originally posted by jaayhope

namjoon: “so let’s say, hypothetically speaking-”

“ahh, hypothetically speaking. okay.”

“hypothetically speaking-” you ignored him and carried on. “if i were to say to you, hypothetically speaking, of course-”

“of course-”

“if someone, i don’t know, asked you if you wanted to go out one day to, you know, maybe grab some coffee and talk about the world, then hypothetically speaking, how would you reply to that?” his lips were pressed together into a smile, as he rested his head on his hand and his elbow on the arm of the sofa.

“well- hypothetically speaking,” he added, “i’d say of course, what day and what time- but you know. hypothetically.”

Originally posted by slapmon

seokjin:  it was when you were both the slightest bit tipsy; just intoxicated enough to be little lax with what you were saying, but sober enough for it to not be garbled and nonsensical.

  “do you ever think about what we’d be like?” he sighed against your chest as you lazily played with his hair, both of you too tired to do anything that involved inputting any more energy than that.

“what d’you mean, we? you mean, like us? together?”

“something like that.”

“sometimes.” he admitted. “i like to think about what it would be like to hold your hand. i like to think about if you’d give good hugs or not- does that count?”

jungkook: you hadn’t even meant to. the words just hung in the air and you gaped at them, as if, if you kept your mouth open for long enough then they would magically go back to being unspoken and become forgotten about.

“i, uh- i wasn’t meant to say that.” at those words, his face fell a little, and he cocked his head.

“you didn’t? not at all?” the only way you could describe the way he looked was a hurt puppy that had been left out in the rain. “oh.” his head hung slightly, and he almost looked disappointed.

“no- it’s just- it’s not that i didn’t mean it, i just- i wasn’t supposed to tell you yet.”

so you did mean it? cause if the offer still stands, then i would have totally said yes.”

Originally posted by jeonwilds

jimin:  it had been going on for two weeks, the not stop stream of friends, family, and just random people with which you have a faint acquaintance with just asking where the two of you even stood with each other at this point. it would always end in the same way, resulting in the two of you being reduced to blushing and stammering messes of protest net to each other, promptly followed by an awkwardly long hour that avoided the elephant in the room.

“what am i to you?” you said out of the blue, one day. “what are we?”

“what do you want us to be?” he tipped lightly, carefully, cautiously, as if there were invisible boundaries that had been laid out and he was scared of crossing them.

“me? i like the idea of us. you and me, together. is- what about you?”

taehyung:  “you’re my best friend, right?”

“best, best friend.” he agreed. “the best of the best. the prime. the creme de la creme. the very, very best.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“and you love me for it.” he beamed, leaning a little to the side to temporarily rest his head on your shoulder.

“oh yeah? what makes you think that?”

“i just do. i know that you love me, you love me-” he teased in a singsong voice, his head swaying side to side, still with an annoyingly angelic smile painted onto his face. “you like me, you love me, you like me-”

“you’re a child, i hope you know that.”

“you like me, you love me-”

“yeah, i do.”

“told you.” the words didn’t even have the smallest hint of arrogance when coming from him. they just seemed to be full of happy triumph. “i told you, i told you-”

“no, i mean- i like you.”

“i know you do- wait, really?”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


you see they either end up really short or really long i don’t even know why tae’s was so much longer rip

i hope this was okay, anon :) requests are open, as long as its fluff i gOtChU

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-tash 💕