i will slap you in the face

BTS Reaction to: Their s.o slapping them during a heated argument and regretting it afterwards

Anon asked:  Hi, can i please request a bts reaction where their s/o slaps them during a heated argument and regrets after?

Author’s note: Violence isn’t good.no matter if it happened on accident or not. You should never hit your loved one because you’re angry. So this is a bit angsty. Gifs aren’t mine.x 


It had gotten out of hand. What started off as a little argument had blown up into a big fight. You and your boyfriend were yelling at each other, accusing the other of things you both knew weren’t even true. When he made a particularly harsh comment your hand collided with the side of his face.  You stared at him in shocked as you just realized you had slapped your boyfriend. 


Seokjin: 

Originally posted by ksjknj

Seokjin stared at you in shock as he took a few steps back. Never had he ever thought that you could possibly hit him, yet you did. He never knew you were physical whilst fighting and now he knew he definitely didn’t want to fight with you ever again. His hand would come up to touch his cheek, feeling the hot flesh underneath his fingertips. 

“Oh my god Seokjin I’m so sorry I-” 

“- I need a moment.” 

He said before turning around and locking himself in the bathroom. 


Yoongi: 

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Yoongi scoffed as he saw your shocked expression. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he shook his head at you. 

“What? Not so tough now huh?” 

“Yoongi I’m so sorry I-” 

“Save it Y/N. I’m out of here.” 

He brushed passed you and he walked out of your apartment and slammed the door shut behind him. 


Hoseok: 

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Hoseok just stared at you. Not saying anything as his mind processed what you had just done. 

“Hobi I’m-” 

“-You hit me.” 

“I know but I’m-” 

“-I can’t believe you just hit me.” 

He didn’t even let you talk, needing some time to himself to be alone with his thoughts. 


Namjoon: 

Originally posted by joonjuly

Namjoon couldn’t believe that you really just slapped him in the face. He knew that he said was upsetting and he didn’t actually mean it but he didn’t expect you to react like this. Namjoon didn’t even listen to your apologies. He knew you were sorry and that you didn’t mean to do it but you still did it.

“I’m going for a walk. Don’t wait up for me because I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“But I-”

He was already out of the door before you could finish your sentence.


Jimin: 

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Just like Hoseok Jimin would be in absolute shock. He couldn’t believe that you had actually slapped him. You, his sweet and adorable girlfriend. Jimin felt a tear slipping down his cheek as he stared at you with teary eyes. 

“Why did you do that Y/N?” 

“Jimin I didn’t mean to-” 

“-Just go! Leave!” 

He shouted, resting on the kitchen counter as he let the tears fall down. 


Taehyung: 

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

Unlike the others, Tae knew that he went too far. He also knew that you went to far as well. That slap was definitely a wake up call as he realized you two needed to solve this asap. 

“Okay, let’s just sit down and talk about this.” 

“Tae I’m so sorry I-” 

“- I know Y/N. L-Let’s just talk things out in peace.” 


Jungkook: 

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Jungkook didn’t cry very easily, but when you hit him he couldn’t help the tears from falling down. He knew that he had hurt you and he knew that you were upset but he never expected you to hit him. His own lover had hit him. The person he loved and trusted the most did something that not only mentally, but also physically hurt him. 

“Jungkook.. Please I’m so sorry!” 

“Save it Y/N! Why did you do this to me? I know I hurt you but you know I’d never do this to you!” 

“Jungkook I’m-” 

“-Fuck off!” He shouted before storming off, slamming the door shut behind him. 

bat-yo-us  asked:

Love your writings hon!!💓💓 i have a request for yaa, can you write about mc caught jumin cheating and she ran away from him, when jumin tried to catch up with mc, he almost got ran over by a car if was not for mc pushing him out of the way, whether mc survive or not is your choice ( I'm an angst freak)

Hello, love! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. It really means a lot hearing that! <3

Jumin cheating and getting caught, then being saved by MC

~~~

- He didn’t mean it.

- Really.

- But the woman with stark, blonde hair and blue eyes entered his office in a short skirt and crop top.

- She was known to be a serious business woman, but here she was willingly giving herself to him.

- And he was so stressed,

- And he had a little too much wine to drink.

- And then her lips were on his and her arms around his neck, and he couldn’t help but accept the woman’s ministrations as he wanted to get lost in her arms and forget all the work he still had to do.

- You entered the large corporate building with a small chocolate cake you managed you bake that morning.

- You knew he was frustrated with work and you wanted to do something nice for him.

- Approaching his office, you knocked on the door once before opening the door.

- Expectation; A tired Jumin at his desk swamped in work.

- Reality; his pants halfway down his legs while a woman sucked him off.

- The sound of the cake dropping to the ground tore Jumin out of a trance and he frantically pushed the woman away, pulling up his pants.

- You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know how to comprehend what was happening.

- You could hear him calling your name but his shouting fell in the distant as you ran out the door, desperate to get out of the building and away from the scene.

- He followed short behind, chasing you down the stairs and out the building.

- You wanted to get away from him, no, you needed to get away from him.

- You couldn’t look at him, because if you did, all you would see is the look of bliss on his face as another woman pleased him.

- “MC, wait, calm down.”

- He grabbed your upper arm and you turned around, slapping him across the face before untangling yourself from him.

- “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down! I just caught my husband cheating on me.”

- “It’s not like that, I promise.”

- “Then what is it like, Jumin?”

- “I thought you loved me. Was I not enough?” you cried.

- Your words tore him apart. He wanted to hold you and comfort you, and convince you that he truly loved you and you were enough for him.

- But you were crossing the busy street, he couldn’t let you get away.

- “MC, please don’t go.”

- You turned around to snap at him, to tell him to leave you alone and just give you space, but you saw the car coming towards him and the driver on their phone not paying attention.

- You screeched as the car plumelled towards him.

- And you pushed him out of the way,

- And he watched as you rolled over the top of the car, tumbelled to the ground and falling almost lifeless, not a muscle in your body moving, and your small form crumpled in an unnatural position.

- He was frozen in place as he shouted your name before he finally fell to his knees in front of you and cried, begging for help.

- The two months of surgery felt like a year for Jumin as he watched you suffer now unable to move any of your limbs except your head, and now unable to speak.

- But you were fully aware of everything.

- You were fully aware of your surroundings, and fully aware you would spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair and needing to be taken care of.

- Jumin was fully prepared to take care of you and never leave your side, but there was no denying your resentment towards him.

- The two of you sat outside in a courtyard and he watched as you stared blankly at the garden in front of you.

- He reached for your hand that rested permanently on the handlebar of your wheelchair,

- But when he saw you grimace and shut your eyes, turning your head away from him, he recoiled and pulled back.

- He wanted to cry, but he shouldn’t be the one crying, it’s you who gets to cry. He has to be strong for you.

- But he was falling apart because he knew this was all his fault.

- He wished he could take your place and that you never pushed him out of the way of the car. It should have been him that was hit.

- There was nothing he could say to you, because there was nothing to say.

- He could only wish that one day you would forgive him.

~~~

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The team captain

Nathan stood proudly in the centre of his team as the pictures were taken for the local newspaper. As team captain of the local rugby side, Nathan had helped lead the well-trained, muscly lads to a solid victory in the league. They cheered loudly as they held up the cup. The team had never done as well as this before and it all came down to the camaraderie at the club. The lads got on well together and training three times a week was a great social event, not a chore.

At twenty-five, Nathan had never looked better. He trained hard each night at the gym. He was tall at 6’7 and had always had a frame that was built for packing on lots of muscle. He was naturally good looking, with dark hair and the perfect amount of stubble. Rugby was his life, which meant training his body was also the most important thing to him. The other guys looked up to him, not just because of his height, but because of his natural appeal, smoothness with the ladies and not least because he could drink them all under the table on a night out. Nathan was also openly bisexual and would slap the guys on their ass and tell them how great they were looking, which all the guys secretly loved. In no time at all, Nathan became the alpha male of the pack, leading the guys on the field as well as on their weekend pub crawls.

One week at training, a new guy turned up. Nathan recognised him from around town but had never spoken to him before. His name was Luke and looked to be a couple of years younger than Nathan. He was just shy of 6 foot and had a lightly toned, slim body, probably about 150lbs. He was a pretty looking lad, not really the type that rugby usually attracted around here. The other guys were very friendly and inviting, but Nathan stood back and watched him as he trained. The guy was hopeless and could barely catch the ball. So hopeless in fact, that Nathan decided it wasn’t even worth making the effort to speak to him. The lad wouldn’t be back to train next week.

‘What did you think of the new guy?’ asked Jay, one of the flankers of the team.

‘Shit, wasn’t he?!’ laughed Nathan, not wanting to dwell too much on the failed newbie.

‘Ha, too right he was. But no, the lads I were noticing, he’s only here for one thing…’ continued Jay.

‘Oh yeah?’ asked Nathan.

‘He was just checking you out the whole time. Honestly, I’m not kidding. Every time you turned around he was just looking as your ass. He must have heard you chatting about going out with guys at the pub and come to try his luck tonight,’ sniggered Jay. ‘I think you’re in there mate,’ laughed Jay, elbowing Nathan in the ribs before walking off.

Nathan looked across at Luke who was getting a lecture about good ball-passing from Bill, one of the older know-it-alls of the club. The lad wasn’t Nathan’s type at all; pretty little face and scrawny little ass, no thank you. Nathan liked his men like himself, big, manly and rugged. In any case, Nathan decided to spend a little longer getting changed in the changing rooms afterwards to see if Luke really was checking him out. He got dressed slowly, spending as much time as he could in just his boxers, trying to catch a glimpse of Luke checking him out. Sure enough, Luke took the bait and glanced over any time he thought Nathan wasn’t looking.

It turned out the lure of Nathan was enough to draw Luke back each and every week. And so, each week, the guys would collectively snigger behind Luke’s back and try to wind up Nathan that Luke was in love with him. Nathan almost wished that Luke would just fuck off and go and find someone else to stalk. But then he also enjoyed having someone to appreciate his hot body in the changing rooms. In the end, Nathan decided to embrace it.

‘He’s checking you out again,’ laughed Bill from the sidelines.

‘Of course he is!’ smiled Nathan. ‘Have you seen this hot ass I’ve got?’ he grinned, pulling his shorts and underwear down for a split second for Bill, who threw his hands up in front of his face in mock disgust. Nathan loved provoking a reaction. ‘Shall I go and flirt with him?’ asked Nathan, feeling mischievous. ‘Give him some of the classic Nathan charm?’

‘Yeah, maybe then he’ll be able to focus on catching the fucking ball’ scoffed Bill.

Nathan waited for the perfect moment and then walked over to Luke, who was trying his best to pretend that he hadn’t noticed Nathan walking towards him.

‘Hey man’ said Nathan, reaching out and placing a hand on Luke’s slim shoulder before giving him a manly slap on the back. ‘Nice to see you back again, we’re always looking for dedicated players.’ Just as Nathan expected, Luke flushed red at being touched by him. Nathan towered over Luke both in height and size; at a guess, Nathan presumed there was probably at least 110lbs between them. ‘I’m Nathan, team captain. And you are?’ he asked, pretending not to know and reaching out his hand.

‘I’m Luke’ he said, unable to match the firmness of Nathan’s handshake.

‘That’s a nice name’ smiled Nathan, with a slight flirtatious smile. ‘I’ll be checking you out to see how you’re playing tonight, see what we can do with you.’ Nathan loved being suggestive. He always did this with the guys, but they were all straight, whereas Luke was looking more red and coy by the second. Nathan started to jog going backwards, away from Luke, flashing him a wink and finishing by saying ‘I’ll be watching you.’

The crowds all around were watching the interaction. They patted Nathan on the back and thought it a great laugh that someone on the team had a crush. Nathan was sure to stir it up by emphasising that the reason was because he was far sexier than anyone else in the club. How could Luke not fall desperately in love with him? The guys loved the banter. Nathan would stand around for ages in his underwear in the changing rooms whilst Luke was there. The guys all knew what he was doing and would laugh along. Nathan also tried his best to flirt with Luke when he was half dressed. He just loved winding up the poor lad.

Luke started to come along to the rugby nights out, making friends with a couple of the quieter lads. Nathan didn’t really talk much to him on these occasions. On a night out he wanted to spend time with his boys and chat up girls with them.

Bill was the team’s prop; a position that required the largest and heaviest guy in the team to play. However, during the last game, Bill had hurt his back and wouldn’t be back before the end of the season. Being the largest and strongest on the team, Nathan knew would have to step up and play prop, a position he absolutely hated. He moaned endlessly about it to the guys and was texting Bill as often as he could to find out when he would be back.

Nathan had grown bored of flirting with Luke by now. He couldn’t believe that he had hung around for as long as he had. Luke had yet to be chosen for the team during any real match. The team didn’t need skinny little runts like him who could barely catch the ball. What they needed were bigger, heavier blokes who could step in to play prop instead of Nathan.

‘I’m going to get Nathan to beef up and be our prop next season’ announced Nathan to the lads, after Luke had packed up his stuff and left that evening.

‘Fuck off Nath – he weighs about 150lbs, he’d never make a prop.’

‘Yeah, I’m going to train him up to get big for us’ explained Nathan with a cocky smile.

‘Pretty boy? I don’t think so. He’d never do that’ scoffed Ralf.

‘He will if I asked him’ laughed Nathan, standing up straight and flexing his biceps. The guys in the changing room all laughed. ‘No, seriously though, he’s not too short and with a good amount of muscle and fat on him, he’d be alright in prop’ nodded Nathan. ‘You guys would have to help though. Any time you see him, just make sure he’s stuffing a pie down his face or something!’ he laughed, as did the other guys.

‘Ha, it’s not going to work…’ said Ralf, shaking his head.

‘You just sit back and watch’ said Nathan, slapping Ralf on the back. ‘I know how to get Luke on side.’

The next night was a typical Saturday with a trip out to the pub with the lads. Luke came along but was short a couple of his usual friends which gave Nathan the perfect opportunity to get him alone in a corner and have a chat.

‘Hey, Luke, how you doing?’ he asked, not really expecting a response as he flopped down next to him as if he was drunker than he was; allowing him to sit far closer to Luke than would usually have been comfortable. ‘You’re doing ok at training mate. Really decent stuff from you. You should be proud’ said Nathan, convincingly telling the lie.

Luke flushed red with the complement and also from having the hot hunk sitting so close next to him. ‘Thanks, I didn’t know you were watching.’

‘Of course I’m watching you’ smiled Nathan flirtatiously. ‘But you know what I like most about you Luke? Your dedication. You haven’t missed a single training session in the last three months. You’re way more dedicated than some of these losers.’ He threw his thumb out behind him to point to all of the lads getting drunk at the bar. ‘None of them are as dedicated as you and me. I mean, I have to play prop, and I absolutely hate it. Can’t stand it! I’ve asked and asked these guys to bulk up and get a bit heavier to play in that position and none of them will. I’ve told them I’d go with them every night to the gym and help them get buff like me and they just won’t. No, what we need is more lads like you…’ nodded Nathan, lifting his bottle to take a sip. He’d sowed the seed.

‘I could train with you’ said an enthusiastic Luke.

‘Nah, what I need is a prop. I need someone who would pack on a lot of weight. You know, fat to start with and then build it up with muscle. You wouldn’t be interested in that’ dismissed Nathan, taking a final sip of beer and motioning as if he was getting up ready to leave.

‘No, no. I could do that. If that’s what you – if that’s what the team needs. I’m dedicated to the team.’

‘Are you serious?’ asked Nathan, pretending to be shocked by Luke’s generosity. ‘Because that would be amazing. I could show you how to get proper big like me. And let me tell you, it’s all in the eating.’

‘I’m up for that’ smiled Luke, pleased to have enthused Nathan. ‘Sign me up!’

‘You are the best Luke!’ grinned Nathan, hugging Luke and pulling him in to his broad chest. ‘Fuck it, come on mate. I’m hungry, we can start now.’ He pulled Luke up by his wrist and led him out of the bar, not even telling the other lads where they were going. Luke followed blindly, overjoyed to be walking alongside Nathan.

‘Where are we going?’ he asked a couple of minutes later.

‘To start your training’ said Nathan pointing at a fast food place a short distance away.

‘Five bacon burgers’ announced Nathan to the staff at the counter when he got there. ‘All for this guy’ he said, patting Luke on the back like he was the most masculine man he had ever met.

‘Five?’ stuttered Luke, hardly believing what he had got himself in to.

‘Yeah man. This is training!’ said Nathan, holding Luke by his shoulder. ‘I told you man, it’s all in the eating.’

The burgers were served and the boys sat down in a quiet corner for Luke to eat whilst Nathan discussed team tactics with him. By the third burger, Luke was starting to slow. Nathan moved across from his seat to sit next to him, pretending to check out a hot girl who had just walked in. ‘Come on man, you can do this. You want to do this for the team right?’ encouraged Nathan. ‘Just get them down.’

Luke slowly ate the final two burgers, each mouthful seemed like a real effort. At the end of it, his tight shirt was visibly strained. Nathan jumped up and got Luke a large shake to wash it down with. ‘Well done buddy. There’s your reward; I call this the Nathan-special!’

‘Thanks’ muttered Luke, trying not to seem ungrateful.

‘When you’re big like me, you’ll be able to eat at least twice that amount in one go’ lied Nathan, flexing his muscly arm in Luke’s face.

After that, the boys went back to join the rugby lads and Nathan spent his evening ensuring that Luke was kept bloated on beers, whilst he told all of the guys how effortlessly Luke had fallen for the ploy. At the end of the night all of the boys went back for food before going home. Luke looked incredibly bloated still and not in the least bit hungry.

‘Come on then prop!’ shouted the lads, pushing Luke to the front. ‘You order first.’

Luke looked across at Nathan, who nodded for him to order like the guys had asked.

‘I’ll just have – a – couple of bacon burgers please.’

The boys cheered behind him and patted him on the back, before pushing in front of him to make their own order.

The next day, Nathan was sure to text Luke to keep up the momentum. Nathan truly hated being prop and wanted out as soon as possible. Putting muscle on Luke was going to take months and even years to achieve, but adding fat to bulk him up could be done much faster. Plenty of teams managed by placing the town’s fat boy in prop. What Nathan had in mind was a zero cardio, high weights regime. Something where Luke could build muscle slowly, without burning off too many of the extra calories along the way. He was going to grow a fat belly on him long before he developed the muscle he thought he was training for. Nathan put him on a strict calorie target each day and showed him tips on how to up his calories for fat gains; constantly reminding him that any training like this started with fat gains. The poor boy swallowed it all so easily.

Nathan made sure to wear his tightest shorts and even went shirtless in the small club gym most days, since they usually had it to themselves. As expected, Luke never missed a session and always proudly announced to Nathan that he had already met his calorie target that day.

‘You’re doing great man!’ cheered Nathan, holding his shoulder and looking down at his body. ‘You’re starting to look like a proper rugby player.’ It was more than a little bit of a lie. Luke was only looking a bit softer so far. His toned chest looked a little less toned and his six pack had only just melted away with the first few lbs of fat starting to stick to his body.

‘Thanks’ blushed Luke, standing with his shirt off in front of Nathan.

The other guys in the club thought it was hilarious watching Nathan do his thing with Luke and made sure to praise Luke for his new build just as Nathan had asked. Nathan spent most of their daily gym sessions having Luke watch him lift big weights, enjoying having an audience to admire his ability to lift heavier and heavier weights.

Within a couple of months, Luke had the start of a little belly forming in his lower abdomen. If Nathan didn’t know better, he would easily have assumed that Luke hadn’t been to training in months, he looked so soft and sluggish. But for Nathan, it was all so slow. With his own large frame, he had always found it so easy to gain weight and muscle when he wanted. He found he needed more patience than he thought to wait for Luke to fatten up enough to take his place as prop.

‘Come on Luke, it’s Friday. Time for the weekly weigh in. I’ll go first,’ suggested Nathan, stepping on the scales at the club. ‘265lbs. Yes! All those bench presses are working’ he shouted, kissing his biceps as he stepped off the scale. ‘You’re turn’ he ordered, patting Luke on his ass to step up.

Luke stepped on and waited for the numbers to settle. He had been gaining a steady amount over the last couple of months but today was a new high. ’180lbs. Good, you’ve got through your first 30lbs. You’re getting heavier at least. You’re not the lightest on the team anymore’ he said, more to console himself at how long this process was taking. ‘How are you getting on with your protein shakes?’

‘Yeah, I’m having what you told me to have’ nodded Luke, hoping for some praise at how well he was doing. Just Like Nathan had asked.

‘Your calorie goal is still 4500 right?’

‘Yeah, but I usually get way over that’ boasted Luke, again hoping for praise from Nathan.

‘Well maybe we should aim for 6000 then? We could also do a couple of 10,000 calorie days at the weekend as well.’ Nathan knew this would result in fat only being added to Luke, but he didn’t care. He needed Luke bigger and fast. ‘I’ll be there to help you of course’ smiled Nathan, knowing that was the best way to get Luke on side. ‘You and me can hit a couple of buffet places - hard!’ he grinned, slapping Luke on the back. ‘Oh, and maybe we should aim for higher calorie goals on club training days’ rambled on Nathan as he thought more about it, heading off into the changing rooms.

‘Fucking hell. It’s working isn’t it?’ laughed Sam, one of the younger men at training, as Luke chugged along at the back during the warm up.

Nathan laughed. He enjoyed it when someone noticed the effects of his hard work with Luke. ‘Yeah! He’s putting on a good amount of weight.’

‘It’s all fat by the looks of it though. Look at the ass he’s getting on him!’ pointed Sam.

Nathan looked across and saw for himself. Luke’s ass was indeed looking bulbous. His shorts were not fitting like they used to. They clung to his larger thighs, refusing to go any higher, resulting in the top of his underwear being on full display as his ass stretched the fabric. As Luke jogged along, Nathan could see his ass cheeks starting to bounce along with its new softness and heft. The sight excited Nathan in a way he hadn’t expected. He wanted to hear more of what Sam thought. ‘You really think it’s showing then?

‘Whatever you’re doing Nathan, it’s definitely working. Although I think you need to do more cardio with him. He’s not keeping up with the rest of the lads doing that jogging is he?’ laughed Sam.

‘I want to get him to 240lbs before we start trying him out in his new position. So there’s another 60lbs at least to go on him,’ grinned Nathan, hoping for a big reaction from Sam.

‘Shit. If that’s all going to be fat as well, he’s going to be a proper tubby bastard.’

‘Yeah, it’s going to be all fat. He’s hopeless at weight training at the moment. He needs some weight on him first,’ lied Nathan, realising that he was never really intending to do proper weight training with Luke anymore. He was starting to enjoy having the fat lump around to admire his heavy weight lifting and larger muscles.

Luke was huffing and puffing from the effort of jogging. Nathan hated wasting precious calories on Luke’s jogging during training. Luke soon stopped just in front of him, red in the face and breathing heavily.

‘I hate jogging as well,’ nodded Nathan. ‘Big lads like us aren’t built for jogging are we?’

Luke suddenly grinned. He seemed to appreciate being thought of as one of the big men. ‘Yeah, you’re right’ he huffed. ‘It’s not something I enjoy.’

‘I’d just sit out of the cardio training if I were you. You only need to be here for the contact based training. That’s what me and the other big lads come for.’

‘Yeah, thanks man. I think I’ll do that’ huffed Luke, walking over to the bench and plopping himself down to take a swig of his water.

Bill, the regular prop for the team had decided to officially retire. His bad back was too temperamental now he was in his 40s and it wasn’t work the risk of not being able to work. Nathan was officially stuck as prop until Luke was fat enough. There was no Plan B.

Luke broke 200lbs within the next month with the new heavy eating regime; love handles starting to spill over the waistband of the even larger shorts Luke had had to buy himself. Nathan was enjoying watching the fattening process more than he ever imagined. Each lb of fat was a small victory and he looked at Luke’s ass as something to grow large enough to take the severe fucking he was going to give it, once it had been fattened to his standards.

‘Looking great Luke! Damn, I wish I could gain like you can!’ lied Nathan. ‘The guys are so jealous at the club’. A small pat on the fat boy’s ass at this point was all he needed to feel great about himself.

It wasn’t until a few months later, when Luke broke 230lbs that Nathan could happily say that Luke had a properly fat belly on him now. It protruded well beyond his rib cage and dominated his entire appearance. It was just before the Christmas break and Luke knew it was only going to get fatter from there.

‘Right, we have our biggest game coming up in March’. Luke knew exactly who Nathan was referring to. ‘We haven’t beaten them in ten years. I want you to play prop for the first time with them.’

Luke inhaled at the prospect of such responsibility.

‘I want you to eat like you’ve never eaten before. No more rugby training until the end of February. We can’t afford to lose the calories. You hear me?’ asked Nathan. Luke nodded. ‘We just have to get you ready…’ he continued.

After Christmas Luke stopped coming to training as Nathan had asked. Nathan made an excuse about him having a muscle injury that was accepted fairly easily. A lot of the guys were less keen on playing in January, so it was no real issue. However, a couple of weeks after the Christmas break, a new guy arrived at the club. His name was Lee and he was built like an absolute tank. Huge, wide shoulders and a heavy thick, muscular frame. He was the epitome of a prop in anyone’s eyes; only a little shorter than Nathan, with almost as much muscle, on a slightly fatter body. He was perfect! He trained well and showed some decent skills straight away and, more importantly, the other lads loved him. By the end of the session he was already signed up to play the following weekend. Nathan’s days of playing prop were over; and so were Luke’s rugby dreams; over before they even started.

Nathan’s attraction to Luke was growing with each and every lb he gained. Luke was training hard to gain the extra weight he needed for the big game in eight weeks’ time. Nathan felt no need to tell him he’d already been replaced. If anything, Nathan enjoyed that fact even more.

After the eight weeks were over, Luke stepped on the scales. Nathan could already tell it was going to be a big number. His whole belly had started to look softer than ever lately. Whole rolls of fat seemed to surround his gut and his moobs looked juicier and plumper; not to mention the fact that his ass looked wide enough to start wedging him in a few slimmer doorframes. The scales showed that Luke was now 265lbs.

‘Perfect!’ marvelled Nathan, slapping Luke on his wide ass and keeping his hand there just a little too long. ‘Just wait until the lads see you at training on Tuesday!’ he grinned, feeling hard at the thought of what they would say seeing this obese pig trying to get in to the team.

The following week, Luke arrived for training. The guys were all shocked to see his fat belly and ass, waddling about on the field.

‘Fuck me!’ shouted Jay! ‘Is that Luke?’

‘Yep’ smiled Nathan proudly.

‘Even his double chin has a double chin’ Jay joked.

‘That’s nothing’ gloated Nathan. ‘Wait until you see the fatty try to run!’ The lads were all taking off for their warm-up jog. Luke had plonked himself down on the bench as he always did at this point, just as Nathan had always told him to do. ‘And you Luke’ shouted Nathan. ‘Don’t be so fucking lazy! Get running!’

Luke looked surprised and jumped up immediately, looking at Nathan for some sort of clarification of what he wanted.

‘Come on fatty, get running!’ said Nathan with mock exasperation, throwing his arms out wide and bulging his eyes as if Luke were the dumbest person alive for not being able to follow a simple instruction. Luke immediately starting setting off after the boys who were jogging. Jay and Nathan stood at the side, arms folded, laughing and pointing as they saw Luke’s chubby ass and soft moobs bouncing away with each step forward.

‘Does he even know we don’t need a prop anymore?’ asked Jay, calming down from his laughing fit.

‘Not yet’ replied Nathan, stifling his laugh, ‘I’m going to tell him tonight. It was just too damn funny not to invite him along to training anyway.’

‘Come on Luke!’ cheered Jay. ‘I’ve got a bacon burger here for you if you get to the end!’ he joked, setting the pair of them off again laughing. Luke flushed even more red as he huffed and puffed his fat ass along the field.

The pair of them continued for pretty much the entire session, finding ways to amuse themselves by making fun of Luke’s new obesity.

‘That’s the most exercise you’ve had in months isn’t it Luke?’ grinned Nathan standing proudly in front of all the other guys. ‘Not that we could tell, could we lads? he laughed, setting everyone else off.

After training, Nathan pulled Luke to one side and ordered him to stay behind in the changing room so they could have a chat about his terrible performance tonight. Luke then waited patiently as Nathan chatted away to the boys as they were getting changed, until eventually it was only the pair of them left.

‘Why were you making fun of me tonight?’ asked Luke timidly.

‘Are you saying you didn’t deserve it?’ asked Nathan.

‘Well…’ started Luke, unsure how to answer.

‘Listen Nath, the new guy, Lee, is going to be our prop from now on. I don’t think we have a place for you on the team anymore’, said Nathan, matter-of-factly.

‘But, I’m one of the biggest lads on this team now’ said Luke confused.

‘Nah, not really’ said Nathan, pulling off his shirt to reveal his 270lbs muscle body. ‘You’re just the fattest.’

‘Uh, well, I guess…’ mumbled Luke. Not sure where Nathan was going with this.

Nathan went to his bag and pulled out a pair of underwear, throwing them at Luke. ‘Here, I picked these out for you’ he said in a mocking tone. Luke unravelled them, confused at their massive size. They must have been at least 6XL. ‘These are fat boy underpants. For fat boys.’ Nathan stared hard at him, waiting for a response that never came.

Nathan moved across to stand over him as he sat on the bench in the changing room. He towered over the poor lad, his groin almost level with his head. ‘You’re just a fat boy, aren’t you?’ said Nathan, deadly serious, pulling Luke’s head into his groin. Luke didn’t know where to put his hands to stop himself being pushed into Nathan. Instead, he rested his head there, inhaling the musk of the sweaty jock’s shorts, relaxing and… getting hornier with each inhalation. ‘I said, you’re just a fat boy, aren’t you Luke?’ shouted Nathan aggressively.

Luke breathed in several times before he allowed his hands up to cup around the big jock’s muscly ass. ‘Yes, I’m just a fat boy’ he breathed as he began to kiss at the area where he could feel Nathan’s cock swelling up.

‘You’re a lardass.’

‘I’m a lardass’ repeated Luke obediently, inhaling deeply now into Nathan’s shorts.

‘You’re going to eat your way into those underpants for me, aren’t you?’

‘Yes’ agreed Luke ‘I’ll do whatever you want.’

‘Of course you will’ said Nathan, pulling out his cock and feeding it to Luke. ‘You’ve wanted this cock for a long time, haven’t you?’

Luke nodded.

‘You’re not coming to training any more. You’re just going to train yourself to get into those underpants for me aren’t you?’

Luke nodded, sucking away on Nathan like he was desperately trying to impress him with his skills. ‘Be careful what you wish for’ laughed Nathan, pulling Luke up and taking off his shorts, before leading him into the showers. He pushed Luke into the wall with his back facing Nathan, spreading out his legs wide. ‘I’ve got a much better position for you than prop’ he laughed, soaping up Luke’s chubby, round ass. He gently teased his cock into Luke’s ass, gaining his stride before fucking him harder than even he thought was possible. Months of pent of sexual tension bursting out in a flurry of energy. Luke moaned quietly before Nathan, took Luke’s cock into his hand and started to massage it in the soapy waters. Nathan could feel the fat boy was going to come any second. ‘This is what disgusting fat boys deserve isn’t it? teased Nathan into Luke’s ear.

‘Yes. I deserve it’ he groaned lustfully.

‘You can just imagine what you’ll deserve when I’ve made you even fatter…’

‘Oh, please…’ groaned Luke. ‘Make me fatter then…’

Nathan felt Luke come all over his hands, making him come all in inside of him as well.

He pulled out and slapped Luke on his fat ass before Luke turned around to look at him.

‘Come on porker, get dressed. We’ve got your new training to go to.’

ᴮᴵᵀᶜᴴ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴼᶠ ᵂᴬᵀᴱᴿ: I’m not going to lie or sugarcoat this speech for any of you wondering… There are some AMAZING people in this fandom who made my arrival here such a wondrous experience; however, there are others who just make logging in so hard… From being told my feelings were invalid on a matter that genuinely upset and hurt me to having people add my name to a “don’t interact with me if you interact with __” list for no reason other than to spite me; all I’d asked of that person was to apologize to me for what they did and they said they were going to, but, instead, they copped out and did that instead… A real insult and slap to the face, if you ask me… 

I love this fandom, I love portraying my muses and giving new things a try, but sometimes I wonder how long I can keep logging in to wonder just how many of my followers truly wish to interact with me…or how many know of the drama that went down and just choose to follow suit on one side of the entire ordeal. Really, those of you who stood by me and held my hands and sent me kind regards on the whole situation have my ultimate thanks for understanding. After my surgery and the stress inducing weeks leading up to it, I’m constantly in awe at those who were sweet, kind, and generous–who understood my side and even went out of their way to speak with me. I just want to let those who did this for me know, that I’m not going to shove this down your throats or say that I’m not grateful! Oh, heck no! I’m extremely grateful! It’s not your fault I feel this way, and I don’t EVER want you to blame yourself for anything that happened! There is only one person who caused so many during this time pain…

I’m sure, if you know me, you know who I speak of…

I won’t be asking anyone to tag their name, to tag “don’t look” when you thread with them, or anything of the sort! In fact, I’d been trying to avoid everything so that my healing process from both my surgery and this terrifying ordeal could come to a close… I know what their rules say and I know some of you don’t want to feel forced to choose between, so, as a reminder, here’s what I intend to say: do what makes you feel best! To combat this uneasiness, I shall prepare a promo and try to get back on my feet again! Thank you for waiting for me on this endeavor! You’re all really amazing people, and I hope this intense anxiety will calm! 

Though once I had called that person a friend, I’m glad that I cut ties with them and no longer see through rose colored glasses; it’s best sometimes to know what you face than to turn your back to it…

wickedhex  asked:

Since you are only in a story made from someone's imagination inspired from a magnificent game crawling with sexy monsters... You don't exist. How's that for a slap in the face,, call it a lil reality for you, buddy. But since we don't believe and hate you, you really don't exist. Those "monsters" and Landlady will live on in memory and imagination, as for you? You shall rot in an endless timelapse known as hell. Have a good day, good sir. I'll be seeing you around ;)

Uh…yeah, sure. You’re just like the crazies on the side of the road that scream about the end of the world, and it never happens. You do you, though.

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DO NOT THROW ANYTHING ON AN IDOL!!
It doesn’t matter if it’s just a stuffed animal, a banner or anything else. Do not throw anything on them. It’s understandable that you want them to find and play with your stuff but don’t aim at them. Throw them on stage when no one is around.
Chanyeol might have brushed it off today and acted all cute, but you don’t know what might happen in the future. Someone might get hurt so please stop aiming the idols/ throwing stuff on stage.

I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”

“Oh.”

This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.

“Oh.”

There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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90s gillian anderson wearing too-big flannels and chain smoking nervously bc she’s afraid she won’t land any acting jobs, then chain smoking bc she did land a job and now she’s worried every single day she’ll be fired bc she isn’t good enough

00s gillian anderson with a small child and still dealing with all the mega stardom she never asked for in the first place, carving out an acting career to prove that she deserves the hype 

10s gillian anderson emerging glorious from a string of wtf movies, starring in three shows at once and absolutely killing the entire game, flying all over the world to support the people she loves (even though she doesn’t get much sleep) and putting change in the swear jar for saying “heck” even though her favorite word is fuck

God damnit, Hargen

Context: Our party is two dwarves and a human, and we were in a town that was being attacked by just about everything on the face of the planet, including a fire demon and a really shitty necromancer.

DM: Hargen, roll a d20 to see if you avoid the fire stream.
Hargen, OOC: *Rolls a 9* FUCK
Dm: So, Hargen attempts to dive out of the way of the incoming flames, but in the process his clothes are caught alight, roll to see how badly.
Hargen, OOC: *Rolls a 2* Oh god I’m dead aren’t I?
DM, now with terrifying smile: Wrong, while narrowly dodging the fire, Hargen’s clothes and beard catch alight-
Our party: WAIT WHAT
DM: And within a few seconds Hargen is left naked and beardless, for all the world to see. Take ten damage.

Our party pretty much lost it, but then the DM, still with that evil grin, rolls a few dice, and says this.

Dm: The neceomancer, incredibely flustered at the sudden showing of such a high quality anatomical form, the enlarging magic it was directing at the demon goes haywire and is now aimed at whatever part of Hargen’s body he is focusing on *Proceeds to roll natural one*
Dm: Hargen’s dick grows four times it’s regular size
Hargen, OOC: FUCKING SCORE
Orgar: HARGEN THE WALL’S ALMOST DONE FOR AND YOUR NAKED FOR FUCKS SAKE PICK UP YOUR PILLAR DICK AND RUN
Hargen, OOC, and face lighting up: I lost my sword earlier, right?
DM: Yes? Why’d you ask?
Hargen, OOC: Can I slap the demon with my dick?
We had to stop for five minutes because we couldn’t stop laughing. I ended up having to renounce my god and call upon a new one just to save his ass while Orgar tried to drag civilians out of the burning tavern because they were too caught up staring at Hargen’s lengthed staff.

The boys with some queer-y flags :D
Let me know who you want me to do next, what what you headcanon their sexuality as/what’s portrayed in the show!

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Care For You (1)

Slight!Steve x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Every time he takes care of her, she runs away.

WARNINGS: swearing, throwing up, nightmares, underage drinking, swearing, drunkenness, that’s it i think lol

Word Count: 3.3k+

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

Originally posted by myvainsoul


It all started when she dozed off in her College Algebra class. She hadn’t been getting a decent night’s sleep since the fiasco with the Demodogs and Will Byers. She had gotten wrapped up in the situation since the group of tweens—and Steve—asked for her help. They trusted Steve with their lives, but they also trusted Y/n and she was perhaps more than willing to help. She loved the kids, so she dropped everything to help save their friend.

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had somebody tell me that “as much as I love animals, I wouldn’t be able to go vegetarian or even vegan that’s crazy!”
and what I heard was “I don’t care or respect animals bodies enough because my taste buds are more important.”

You can’t ‘love animals’ and eat them too.

BTS REACTION to stranger pulling your bikini string

Jin

You were just standing there at the shore, holding Jin’s hand as you swung your hands together. You laughed as he made a weird face towards you, making you throw your head back. But just as you started to laugh, someone pulls at your bikini strap, making you gasp as you feel a slap on your ass. Jin’s whole entire face went red with anger as he pulled you towards him. He didn’t want to cause a whole scene, but when the stranger slapped your ass, it set a whole entire different aura in him. He tied your bikini strap back on you, before starting to yell and make a bigger scene than he intended. You would have to hold him back from attempting to punch someone.

“You think it’s funny?! Come on, I’ll show you what’s funny!”

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Yoongi

He wasn’t much for public affection, except for the times when you would kiss his cheek or softly rub his thigh as he sat there. It was rare for the both of you to leave the house for a date, but this time was different. Yoongi wanted to make your anniversary special and he knew how much you loved the beach. He nodded his head in approval when he saw your bikini, but just as you were about to walk towards him and get in the water with him, you felt your bikini strap come loose, making your eyes go even wider when you felt a slap on your ass. You heard a loud growl escape Yoongi’s mouth as you were quick to pick up your top from falling before anything showed. Yoongi wasn’t one to hold back during these kinds of things, and you immediately started to panic as you pushed at his chest, trying to make him calm down. You placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to distract him, as you kissed him roughly. He growled against your lips, pulling at your waist and kissing you deeper.

“You’re mine, and I’ll go through hell if I let him get away with that shit.”

Originally posted by professional-fangirling

Namjoon

His eyes were transfixed on you the whole time, staring at you with admiration. The way you looked in front of him was almost unbelieveable. You were his, and he felt so special to be standing there with you. You caught eyes with him as he stood far away from you at shore while you stayed in the water. He smiled, chuckling softly as you tried to splash the water in his direction, begging for him to come in. But just as he was starting to walk in, a guy came up behind you in the water and loosened your bikini strap, making you squeak in surprise as you caught your bikini before it could fall. Namjoon’s eyes went wide, before they quickly turned angry. He was pissed, to say the least. You quickly strapped your bikini back up, watching as Namjoon started to march his way towards the man. You knew Namjoon would take things responsibly, but it still scared you shitless of what he would do if the stranger said the wrong thing to him.

“I think you just touched what’s mine.”

Originally posted by jeonyween

Hoseok

It was sunset, and barely anyone was even at the beach. He decided it would be a romantic idea to take you out here late on the beach, as it wasn’t too hot nor too cold. He was currently slow dancing with you, lightly spinning you, making you chuckle as you spun around. His eyes shined with brightness, his sunshine features showing through. Your fingers laced with his own as you stared up at him again, making your heart jump down to your stomach. It was always the good kind of heart jump. Just as you were stepping away from Hoseok, a male stranger pulled at your bikini strap, quickly running away as you gasped in surprise. Hoseok’s eyes went wide along with your own, before his eyes grew dark. You knew just how protective he was over you, so you quickly tied back up your strap before going to calm him down.

“Y/N, I really don’t want to let him get away with that.”

Originally posted by sosjimin

Jimin

He was following you like a lost puppy all day, afraid that someone was going to take you away from him. You giggled, making his heart leap at the sound as he smiled sweetly at you. You smiled back in return, looking at him with love in your eyes. You didn’t want him to worry about someone taking you away from him, so you kissed his cheek, making sure everyone saw. His cheeks went red as his smile widened, making you chuckle once again. All of a sudden, Jimin’s arm snaked around your waist. You felt another pair of hands pull at your bikini strap, making you squeak, but thankfully Jimin’s body was flush against your own. You looked at Jimin, noticing that his honey brown eyes were filled with silent anger. You gulped, knowing how he got when someone messed with his girl. You reached behind you, tightening your straps again as he continued to glare at the man laughing while running.

“If I ever see him again, he’ll regret it.”

Originally posted by jeonyween

Taehyung

His dark eyes searched yours, making your heart flip as you caught sight with him. It wasn’t everyday your boyfriend took you to the beach. It didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the beach itself, it just had to do with the fact that you wore that swimsuit that drove him crazy. And he could tell it drove every other person crazy as well, much to this man’s dismay. His cleared his throat, heading towards you to wrap his arm around your waist. Just before he reached you, some male stranger on a bike rode past the both of you while untying your bikini top. Your eyes went wide as Taehyung’s eyes grew angry and more terrifying by the second. You saw his shoulders tense as you quickly put yourself back together. You were quick to rush towards him, his eyes never once leaving the guy on the bike as you hugged him tightly to prevent him from doing something you knew he would regret.

“He’s going to pay for that, no one touches my girl but me.”

Originally posted by jeonyween

Jungkook

His eyes were fixated on you the whole entire evening, making you sometimes wonder if you just looked wrong all together. You weren’t sure what it was until his eyes shot with jealousy whenever a guy walked past you both. You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth before walking towards him to wrap your arms around his neck. His attention was immediately on you again as you smiled sweetly up at him. You ran your fingers through his hair, making him sigh as he stared at you with desperate eyes. He didn’t want anyone to steal you from him. Just as he was about to speak and tell his true feelings about his jealousy, a guy pulls at your strings while sneaking up on you before running away. Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightened, making you squeak softly as he started to shout at the male stranger. You could feel the large vibrations in his chest as he shouted, making you hug him closer to you as he starts to reach down and angrily tie your bikini back together after shouting.

“Hey! Don’t you dare touch my fucking girlfriend like that! I fucking dare you, asshole!”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

*jungkook’s gif has nothing to do with anything but hot damn*

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Baby Sister

Summary: The reader is a year younger than her brother, Steve Harrington. She has been sneaking out to see Billy and Steve finds out. A little bit of Billy fluff as well….

Author’s Note: These boys I SWEAR. I’ve seen a request to do a part two, so let me know if that’s something you’d like. xxxx

Originally posted by hcrringrcve

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