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"A LETTER TO MY TEENAGE SELF" by SOLANGE KNOWLES

there will be fear. a lot of it. there will be triumph. a lot of it. there will be constellations you want to reach for but can’t put your finger on. you will trace them like the scars on your body you got from trouble and the times of your life. you will take the long way to get to these Orions. the long way will become a theme in your life, but a journey you learn to love.

you will dive head first without looking into phases that you are certain of who you are.
some of these stages include:

  • the dance-is-life (aka “this leotard is my second skin”) phase.
  • the Bible-thumping-church-camp phase.
    (which coincided and contradicted with the Fiona-Apple-fan-club-president phase)
  • the Nas aficionado-brown-lip-liner-and-Vaseline phase.
  • the Rasta-vegan-thrifter-who-is-determined-to-marry-Brandon-Boyd phase.
  • the football-player’s-girlfriend-who-wears-braided-blond-highlights-and-swears-by-capri-pants phase.

at the time, you are searching. seeking in every corner and pocket of the world for who you are. take your time, baby girl. there’s no rush to get there. you will sow each of these chapters in the land that you become. you will see bits and pieces of them scattered into the skin you grow into. you don’t have to figure everything out now. time will reveal itself. i promise you.

sometimes you push these phases to the max, and when you go out into the world feeling confident in who you are and what you reflect, young folks will call you names and grown folks will call you names. It’s ok. one day you will name yourself, and that name will belong to you. it will not be the ones they ordained: “crazy, ugly, attention-seeking, weirdo.”

i really hate to tell you this, but sometimes you will still get called these things as an adult, except you will actually embrace some of them. you will learn that these are just words. words that only have power if you choose to give them power. every once in a while they will hurt, but you will choose to turn those words into a symbol of beauty.

speaking of words. they might just be your first love. sometimes you can write for hours, just you and the words on the pages. they make you feel understood, even if it’s just you that you’re talking to.

trust in these words, even when you’re feeling wildly insecure. hold on to your journals. cherish them. put them somewhere safe so that they may become a guide for you later, a revealer and a friend.

the lucky stars have been good to you, and there’s a long list of things you’d like to give gratitude to them for, but for now thank them for these three:

  • that you didn’t die when you and your friends drove up a steep mountain in a snowstorm with no experience and bad brakes. that was stupid as hell.
  • that you went to the ensemble theater every summer. i really don’t think you’d be who you are today had it not been for those experiences, teachers, and experimentation with your mind and body.
  • that the universe chose your mom to be your mother.

she is a wonder. you watch her drop off 3 kids at 3 different schools in the morning, pick them up in the afternoon, shuffle each of them to their designated activities, and bring them all back to the salon she owns until she closes up with the utmost grace, love, and kindness.

you realize watching a woman balance being a supportive mother, building a successful business from the ground up that was started in her garage, and giving back to the community will make you feel invincible and like the word “no” is just an echo in the universe that you’ll never know. you often take her for granted, but you know with every joint in your bones that she is a phenomenon and you strive to make her proud. you should thank her out loud more, too; tell her you value her. roll your eyes and your neck less. it’s not as cute as you think. tell her you appreciate all that she does, for she makes the impossible look effortless. she surrounds you with other black women who do the same. you study them, and will constantly think of all their stories, their beauty, their strife and their stride. they break down all of the archetypes and stereotypes that you see of black women on tv and in magazines, so you don’t trust those anymore. you thank them for re-writing the script before it was ever etched in your memory.

because you have your mama’s blood, you are fiercely independent and outgoing. you’ve been starting petitions, building tree houses, and starting clubs since as long as you can remember.

sometimes in the midst of juggling all this, you put a lot of pressure on yourself and often crash and burn. you shut down. you go into your room, lock the door, put on music, and you do not move for 8 hours straight. it will feel like the heaviest and bleakest darkness you can possibly feel, and when you ask everyone to leave you alone and let you be, what you really want to say is “i want you here” and “i need help.”

sometimes it is ok to say just that. it won’t make you less strong or less powerful. no one you love will criticize you or blame you; in fact, they will lift you up.

seventeen will be the hardest year of your life. it will grow you up almost immediately. you will lose your best friend whom you love so much to gun violence in a single moment, and give birth to a new one within a year.

you will be terrified, and it’s ok that you don’t know what the future holds. some people will count you out because of the decision you’ve made to bring another life into the world so young, but you made the decision out of love and will live with the decision in love.

soon enough you will learn how to love and how to exist with love in ways that you never knew. you will learn how to love yourself and how to empathize with and forgive those who may have taken a bit of that pure love away from you.

you have a long life ahead of you, and i’ll tell you it’s not gonna always be easy, but I can promise you it will be fruitful and with much purpose. all the bridges you’ve burned, you had to, so that you could rebuild them to become a stronger and more wonderful you.

there will be pain, there will be doubt there will be beauty, there will be the unknown. there will be so many moments of joy and delight that the whole universe will feel painted in hues of amber and wonder. there will be times you are so sad you can’t lift your head. and there will be times you are so happy that the sensation of life knocks you down. but most importantly, there will be you. a whole, whole lot of it. and you will feel good about who she is and who she is still becoming.

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I hate you for all the lies you’ve told me. I hate you for playing with my feelings. I hate you for making me doubt anyone’s intention to me. I hate you for breaking my trust. I hate you for putting me this kind of feeling. I hate you for making me feel that no one’s good enough for me. I hate your for making me think that no one will treat me right. I hate you for making me think that everyone’s like you, that they won’t take me seriously. I hate you. I really hate you.
—  but i’m not mad, i’m just hurt / girlbehindthisblog
Dating JB would include

Originally posted by jaesbum

Im Jaebum

-the perfect man
-best friend relationship
-with tense moments in between
- ;)
-him taking pictures of you when you aren’t looking
-you getting mad and chasing him to delete it
-you’ll never succeed
-he’s too fast and will protect the precious moment he captured
-he needs someone who can handle him
-like legit probably get into arguments over the tiniest things
-“i swear you better not”
- ur gonna do it
- “you’re not the boss of me excuse”
- “Y/N don’t you da-”
- “are you going to stop me????”
- “don’t y/N STO-”
- “WATCH M E”
- “I SAID N O”
- meanwhile the boys are panicking in the other room because of all the yelling
- but when they come check it’s just you guys fighting bc of a video game
- “guys guys guys it’s just a ga-”
- both of you: “SHUT UP JACKSON NO ONE ASKED YOU”
- play fighting
- so many inside jokes
- you guys could be looking at one of the other members do something and give each other that look
- and burst out into laughter
- double dates w/ Youngjae
- he loves you two so mUCH
- in public the most you’ll get is hand holding
- but in closed spaces
- hEHEH
- he always has his arms around you
- pokes your legs
- your tummy
- and you slap his hands away
- but he keeps doing it bc it annoys you
- but mostly because he thinks you’re so c u t e and hot at the same time
- “you’re so cute jagiya”
- “hm?”
- “nothing”
- u heard and ur eternally blushing holy moly
- the boys adore you
- because their leader can get angry
- but u know how to calm him down
- and you aren’t scared to argue with him
- random gifts
- BOY ABOUT TO GIVE YOU A SCRAPBOOK
- IT’LL BE THE CUTEST THING
- So many pictures of you that you didn’t know about
- and of the two of you together
- of places where you guys visited
- pictures of you sleeping with lil captions that he wrote on the side
- when you’re sad he’ll hold you and tell you to stop being dumb
- and he’ll start making jokes about Jackson and BamBam probably
- and you can’t stay sad when you’re with him
-you’re his safe place and he’s yours
- you and Nora taking cat naps together
- and he thinks it’s the most precious thing in the world oh my god
- there are hardly any serious pictures of the two of you together
- you guys could spend hours laughing and making fun of each other
- if you live together beware
- there’s a silent ongoing prank war going on
- you’ll be coming out of the bathroom at night and he’s waiting outside to scare you
- “W HY ARE YO U LIKE TH I S”
- He’s dying with laughter on the floor
- “Yah jagi let me in im sORRY”
- the door slowly opens
- insert horror movie music
- “You can’t stay mad at m- OHMYFXKC”
-“THAT WASNT FAIR
- Now you’re laughing but u better run
- babygirl kind of guy
- you’ll be lying together in bed and he just gets real close
-starts whispering random things
- some not so random
- “c'monnn babygirl~”
- and he’ll smile right after
- late night car rides
- arcades
- clubs
- he’ll take you anywhere and everywhere
- you frame some of the pictures he takes
- and when he finds out about the pictures you have of him on your phone he tries to delete them
- but can’t figure out your password
- and whenever you fight with him he remembers about the pictures and can’t stay mad
- “I hate you get away from me”
- “You’re a horrible liar Y/N”
- “No I really do actually hate you”
- “Is that why you have all those pictures of me in your phone?”
- d e a t h g l a r e
- “you’re so cute when you’re mad”
- basically a relationship with Im Jaebum is filled with adventures and life and so much love that the two of you show in subtle ways
- whether it’s you listening to him sing and helping him through whatever he needs, big or small
- or him being your best friend and soulmate, always feeling the need to protect and love you
- you guys love each other like little kids and that’s all you could ever ask for

Don't Repeat History

I couldn’t help myself ;u;

Important stuff:

Ok, I’m done. I did this like, in half and hour and stuff so it’s pretty simple but yeah. *Shrugs* 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.


The words leave him before he could stop himself.

“This is the Blue Lion?” He asks, voice small as he stares up at the big lion in front of him, something inside him urging him to come closer but he pushes it back stubbornly.

Allura nods besides him, a pleased smile on her face. “Yes, you used to be her paladin. The Blue Lion is known to be one of the friendliest of Lions; your bond with her has been so strong since the beginning, never wavering in the least. It is said that –”

Lance tunes Allura’s voice down, leaving behind a faint ringing noise in his ears as he stares wide eyed at Blue’s motionless eyes.

He feels a tug inside him one more time and this time he winces, feeling it more physically than mental.

The ringing turns into purrs and soft growling and Lance breathing come out short as he watches Blue’s dim eyes lighten up with life.

One, two, three ticks and then it’s like Blue’s eyes snap open and images fill his head.

He can’t make sense of anything. The faces are blurred, the noises that start as laughter turn into painful screams and sobs. Every feeling overwhelms him: there’s anxiety, excitement, stubbornness, determination, pride, love.

There’s relief. There’s a soft comfort feeling in the back of his head but it’s not enough to calm his breathing, to ease his tense shoulder and beating heart.

Lance vaguely notices that he started shaking, barely hearing the muffled drowned voice of Allura near him, calling to him, asking for him.

He doesn’t understand the words, but he doesn’t bothers to. He just needs to go, there’s too much around him and inside him. He can’t be here, he can’t deal with this, he needs to leave.

He needs to leave.

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Lance: “You’re not an in-between kind of guy. People either love you or hate you.”

Keith: “Really?”

Lance: “I mean, I hated you when we first met.”

Keith: “I remember.”

Lance: “And now…”

Keith: “And now?”

Lance: “Well… Now, I don’t.”

Keith, emotionally: “That means a lot to me, dude, it really does.”

Lance: “And that is from the heart! I really do!… Not hate you anymore.”

The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

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Promising Reciprocity II pt.1

genre: smut

jimin x reader, slight dom!jimin, slight spanking

word count: 8.4k


Deciding to go on a vacation with a few friends and lots of alcohol seemed to be the best idea after taking your exams. Especially the fact that your crush made you an offer that included more than just his friendship.                        But what does the future bring for the feelings you developed for Park Jimin?

Originally posted by park-jimin-gifs



„Guys, good news. My uncle said yes!“, your enthusiastic friend, Jungkook, announced as he stormed over the grass of the park you decided to meet up.

Loud cheering was heard from your best friend Lona and her boyfriend Hoseok. After months of exhaustion, a light at the end of the tunnel. The last few weeks were a torture of late night learning sessions, way too many energy drinks and insomnia. This is why you and a group of friends wanted to escape the daily life to drive to Jungkook’s uncle’s holiday home a few miles from town. You already gave up hope because his uncle took his time answering all messages and phone calls the boy had given him until this lazy sunday morning.

“Finally he answered! I’m so excited to go!”, your joyful voice was heard.

“Yeah, me too, but we have to discuss some rules and so on. My uncle is pretty strict if it comes to his little holiday home”, Jungkook replied.

This announcement did not mute your excitement. Instead the four of you began to speak in a mess before Jungkook told you what you had to note for your trip. It was a long list of not letting anyone home alone to cleaning our stuff up on our last day.

Next to you, Lona, your childhood best friend seemed uneasy all of a sudden as she started to squirm which left you wondering what might be the reason for her concern. You looked at her and nudged her arm.

“Everything’s alright?”, you whispered so the two boys would not notice.

Instead of answering you in a low voice she declared the worst possible thing that could happen to the peaceful vacation you painted in your head.

“I have to tell you something, but please don’t be angry with me!”, Lona said apologizing.

Hoseok, Lona’s boyfriend and your high school friend, Jungkook and you waited for her to speak as you stared at her intensely. She avoided all the stares before she inhaled deeply.

“You know my sister Lynn, right?”

A loud groan escaped all three mouths as you heard the name of Lona’s younger sister.

“Come on guys, don’t make it that hard for me!”, the girl pouted, “But my parents won’t be home while we are gone. And, as you all know, Lynn isn’t capable of staying home alone.. So can she tag along? She will behave, I promise!”

This proclamation left you speechless. Lona couldn’t be serious. Sure thing, her sister was just a year younger than her, but this did not mean that they had the same characteristics. While Lona was a charming girl who liked to hang out and party, Lynn had to exaggerate in everything her older sister did. If Lona went to a frat party with us, her sister had to come along and embarrass herself with uncontrollable drinking habits. If Lona slept over at your house, Lynn would call her at night and threaten her to come home. One time she even tried to seduce Hoseok, but luckily the boy called Lona and told her everything. All in all, Lynn was a bitch who granted everyone bad luck but herself.

This were the reasons Jungkook shook his dark locks heavily. “You are joking, right? I’m not going to take this bitch with me! No excuses for her, sorry Lona.”

Hoseok and you nodded at his words. Neither did the boys nor did you wanted to have this witch on your peaceful, relaxing vacation because you all knew that Lynn’s presence would bring war.

“Jungkook’s right, Baby. I don’t wanna admit it, but your sister will just cause chaos”, Hoseok tried to sooth his girlfriend, “Why don’t you speak to your parents again?”

“I did!”, Lona explained weak, “They told me I couldn’t go if Lynn can’t come with me. You guys know how strict my parents are. They are afraid that she burns our house down or kills somebody by accident.”

Sadly exactly this was why you did not want her to tag along but nobody dared to say this to the dejected girl next to you.

“This is bullshit, Lona”, you said while rubbing he girl’s arm, “Your sister is old enough to stay home alone. Just what are your parents thinking?”

“Guess they are not, that’s the problem”, Lona said sarcastically.

In your head you tried to find a solution but failed as you thought of different scenarios. Your eyes were glued to your best friends face while she played nervously with her fingernails.

“Just don’t leave me here, it’ll be so boring alone without you”, Lona declared sadly, “There are enough beds and we also have a free seat in the car. We’ll be partying the whole time anyway, so you won’t even notice that Lynn is there.”

You exhaled loudly. Of course there was enough space for all-

“Are you sure you did count all of us in?”, Jungkook asked, smiling victoriously, “She can’t tag along because we already would be five.”

“Ah, I forgot, but Hoseok’s parents have a bigger car that they might lend us”, Lona defended and looked hopefully at her boyfriend.

You on the opposite were confused as hell. What were they talking about? You thought that you would have been up-to-date but your friends had to prove you wrong.

“Can anybody explain what is going on? Who is coming with us?”

The three of them watched as you held your hands up in confusion.

“Y/n, hadn’t Lona told you that Jimin will be the one who wanted to come with us?”, Hoseok spoke while looking at you calmly his little dimples showing.

Slowly your eyes made its way to your best friend who avoided her eyes pretty fast. Park Jimin, your crush since high school, was going to live with you for the time you stayed at Jungkook’s holiday house? The Park Jimin who you always admired but was too shy to start anything with? And the only person who knew had just forgotten to tell you this little, new detail?

Your gaze pierced Lona for not letting you know that your crush would come along. Suddenly the others around you stood up from the grass you sat on.

“So it’s set then?”, the tall girl asked while taking her boyfriend’s hand in hers, “Thank you, really, I know you hate her, even I do. So I’m indebted now.” Lona’s cheerful voice left you in confusion.

How long did you think about the fact that Jimin would be beside you while you are gone? Long enough for you not to notice that the group had decided to try the trip with Lynn as well. They also agreed to end your vacation if she did not behave. No wonder Lona was so cheerful again, she was able to go even though she had to babysit her annoying sister.

“Let’s talk over the phone about the stuff we need to bring with us”, Jungkook shouted to you as he made his way over the green grass of the park you had met up.

You waved goodbye before turning to look at the two remaining persons who stood next to you.

“I’m going then”, were your last words while turning on your heel to go home thinking about the upcoming event that made your heart race, in excitement and fear.


The heat was unbearable as you sat in the back-seat of Hoseok’s van. Next to you Lona played games on her phone while singing along to the music that filled the big car. The seat in front of you was taken by your best friends sister, Lynn and unfortunately only a rucksack separated her from your crush, Park Jimin. The front row was occupied by Hoseok who drove and Jungkook who had the task to navigate your group to your destination without getting lost on the way. Your suitcases were packed behind you but because of the little space all your lunch packs and water bottles had to stay between Lynn and Jimin and for that you were more than thankful.

The hour you already spent in the van, Lynn tried more attempts to flirt with Jimin that you lost count. They boy on the other hand was polite - watching her tits up and down was an exception -  but you could see that he was clearly tired of her talking. She was pretty - at least one feature she scored with - but Jimin did not seem the least bit interested in a conversation with her.

“Y/n, sing along!”, Lona said and threw her hands in the air, “That’s our jam!”

Giggling at her childish behaviour you began to shout the song in loud voices. Laughter was heard from the seat across from you. The black haired boy, who you found so utterly handsome, looked straight at you, a bright smile on his face. His teeth were showing as you shouted the next verse with your best friend. Only then you noticed his starring and your voice got stuck in your throat in embarrassment. Jimin’s smile deepened so you could see the crooked front tooth of his.

“Wonderful voice, y/n”, your crush remarked laughing, “Keep going, it makes this boring ride funny.”

You felt your cheeks burning but smiled at him shyly. “How about you try it out, too? I bet you know this song.”

With this the bright smile turned into a grin before Jimin turned around again just to start shouting the lyrics as well as the girl next to you. You watched him in awe while continuing the little singing session you guys had started. With that the next half hour flew by pretty fast and Hoseok drove to a picnic area to eat the packed lunches.

“The fucking heat is killing me in the back”, you complained as you climbed out to get into the fresh air. The sun was already setting, so you decided to eat pretty fast before retuning onto the streets.

“Wanna swap the seats?”, a melodious voice spoke behind you.

Goosebumps made its way along you arms at his voice.

“I really want to but your legs are too long for you to fit in the back of the van”, you looked at Jimin over your shoulder, “But thanks.”

The few sentences you exchanged were more than you had ever spoken to each other. The dark haired boy visited the class next to you in high school but Jungkook, your male best friend, was also his friend why you knew Jimin in the first place. At your very first meet up you were so shy that you just went home after seeing Jimin next to Jungkook. You never said more than ‘hello’ and ‘see you’ to your crush and the attention you were getting from him now, was making you quite nervous.

His loud voice woke you from the memories you had of your shy days around him: “Lynn, is it okay if you swap your seat for the next hours?”

The blond, tall girl smiled sweetly at Jimin as she walked slowly back to the two of you. Her eyes never left Jimin’s face.

“I do everything for you, Cutie”, she chirped and you had the feeling that your last meal might land before you at her cockiness.  

“Thanks”, was the only word Jimin answered while checking out Lynn’s body again, “Problem solved.”

A light giggle escaped your mouth while you went to the other three persons, waiting for you to start unpacking the lunch boxes you had prepared. The time went by fast before you made yourself comfortable on the seat the blond girl had sat on previously. Jimin climbed in after you, grinning at your delicate figure next to him. This time no rucksack separated the seats , therefore you were slightly nervous.

“Guess it takes the time we already drove and then let’s just go to bed, this heat is unbearable”, you heard Lona behind you whining about the hottest seat she had. Thank god, you were finally able to relax instead of melting in the back seats.

“Have you seen the latest action movie, y/n? Or isn’t it your genre of movies?”, Jimin suddenly turned his attention to you. He had his tablet in his hands and you could see that the intro of a movie was playing on it. Staggered you looked at the pretty boy beside you.

“I watch everything except horror movies, it gives me chills. But no, it seems pretty new, isn’t it?”, you said while shyly avoiding his dark brown eyes.

“It is! Want to watch it together? I mean, we have more than a hour to kill”, Jimin said, you could see the crooked tooth again, and found it unbelievably cute. The normally cocky, sexy atmosphere around him was not that strong if he smiled with his plump, red lips.

Jimin’s hand went though his black hair as he waited for your answer, eyes focused on your pretty face. He licked his lips while you loosened your seat belt and slid on the seat in the middle, right next to him, leaning forward to grab one of his headphones. You never were this near to Jimin, so the scent that filled your nose was completely new. It intoxicated you the moment you leaned in. Strong cologne, peppermint as well as hair gel formed the scent of Jimin. The distance allowed you to see every muscle that laid beneath the light blue, ripped jeans and the plain white shirt he wore. Now you even notices little moles on his face, his cross earrings and his really long eyelashes. You could not focus on the intro of the film as you were starring at the incredibly attractive boy.

“Y/n, the movie has already began, don’t you think you might focus on it rather than on me?”, Jimin whispered while leaning further into you, pressing his shoulder against yours.

Flushed your eyes narrowed to his hands, cursing you for blankly starring at your crush and even get caught. No wonder you were the black sheep in your family.

“Sorry”, you whispered weakly.

Jimin smiled to himself and observed you a while before the movie caught his attention. During the movie you felt Jimin’s free hand move up around your shoulders, resting on them lightly. The red hue in your cheeks increased and at this rate he had to hear your heartbeat.

“It’s okay, right?”, he whispered again.

You nodded before his hand began to massage your shoulder.

“Relax, y/n, I won’t bite. Not yet.”

With that the last bit relaxation was gone.


At ten this evening you finally got to your destination. The house of Jungkook’s uncle was bigger than you imagined. An alley of grass, cherry blossom trees and a white fence lined the gateway that lead to the white house in front of you. It lay before a little forest next to a few other houses.

“Guys, let’s unpack our cases and then we should eat before exploring the area”, Jungkook stated while opening the trunk of Hoseok’s van.

“I don’t have the energy to explore anything around here except for Lona”, the boy with the curls said sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes at this comment, following Jungkook with your own stuff. The boy opened the front door, searching for the switch of the light.

The house was coloured in brown hues, wooden furniture and the minimum of technological gadgets. At least there was a TV in the living room and internet. The back of the holiday home formed a wooden terrace and a garden you could eat your breakfast in.

After all of you looked around you gathered on the couch in the living room, discussing your next steps.

“There are three bedrooms, and I guess Lona goes with Hoseok, right?”, Jungkook said while looking at the only couple in the room. A double nod was his answer. “Okay, y/n and Lynn? Or do you want to share with Lynn, Jimin?”

“Not doing with her, forget it”, you made your opinion very clear as you shook you head furiously.

“That’s mean, y/n”, Lynn said with strained disappointment in her voice.

“Y/n can go with me”, Jungkook just said and shrugged his shoulder, “Not the first time she slept in my bed.” A grin spread across his face he winked, showing his bunny teeth.

“If she wants, we also can share a bed”, Jimin’s voice reported from the other side of the couch.

All eyes were on the boy with the black hair who smiled at you. Before you knew what you were doing you nodded your head.

At this Jungkook groaned. “I’m sleeping on the sofa, thanks y/n.”


Panic flooded your body as you made your way to the bedrooms upstairs the house. Behind you was Jimin who seemed to be relaxation in its purest form. What drove you the moment you agreed to sleep with your crush in the same bed? Jealousy? Insanity? You couldn’t change it anyway now. Jungkook was leading before he opened the last door at the end of the floor. Lona and Hoseok had their room next to you while Lynn’s bedroom was across the floor.

White coloured walls and a light wardrobe greeted you as well as a cute desk made of glass without a chair. Only the huge bed with flower patterned sheets caught your attention, that built the centre of the room. You gulped loudly at the thought that Jimin’s body will be sprawled across this silky sheets in mere hours. Even though you did not want to admit the feeling in your lower stomach, you felt it tensing up at that thought.

“Y/n, if he bothers you, join me downstairs, understood?”, Jungkook said while laying his arm across the other boy’s wide shoulders. Jimin was a few centimetres shorter than Jungkook, also the grinning boy was younger than his best friend. Your crush just nudged your best friend in his sides before smiling brightly at you.

“I don’t think she will be bothered by me”, Jimin’s voice got a little lower what made you see-saw.

“Don’t worry, Kookie, I can handle him by myself”, you heard yourself saying, grinning at the two boys whom were watching you playing with a strand of your hair.

You watched as the boys talked about some things they wanted to do while you were here, unpacking your suitcase and folding your clothing to lay them in the empty closet. A few minutes later, Jungkook made it’s way downstairs. Now you were alone with Jimin and the atmosphere changed immediately.

“You can handle me?”, the handsome boy giggled, sitting down on the bed, propped up on his hands. His gaze lay on you while he tilted his head showing his pearly teeth.

“After you told me you wouldn’t bite, I guess I can do just that, yeah”, you answered, leaning against the desk underneath the window on the right side of the room.

Jimin’s head flew back and an angelic laugh escaped his plump lips. The heat rushed to your cheeks again, but you did not dare to look away from him.

“Today I won’t bite but don’t except this from me tomorrow”, the dark haired guy said, winking at you, before standing up. The first thought was that he might do something to you, but instead he opened his backpack and pulled a towel and a little bag out of it.

“I’m going to take a shower. Tell Jungkook to order me something to eat, too, yeah?”

Jimin grinned at you shortly as he went out of your room.

The cute characteristics you always imagined he had, turned out to be your own false ideals. In reality Jimin seemed to be a cocky guy, who was everything but the boyfriend material you always thought he would be. The slight feeling of disappointment filled your bones as you snatched your phone and went to join Jungkook.


Back in your room, you changed into your sleeping shorts and a white, low-cut t-shirt for the night. You were quite exhausted from the three hours long drive and the feeling that Park Jimin had some unknown plans as he was your room mate for the time being.

You already had washed up and were ready to head to bed. Lona and Hoseok were long gone while you sat downstairs talking with Jungkook. Some time later Lynn also went to her upstairs and Jimin followed a few minutes later. You were surprised not to find him in your room as you tiptoed in the dark, trying to find your way to the bed.

Only as you switched off the light of the little lamp above you, you heard him opening the door.

“Y/n?”, a low whisper rang from the door.

“I’m awake”, you answered aloud before Jimin switched the light on.

“Sorry, sleep tight, y/n”, Jimin said while unbuttoning his jeans and stripping the rest of his clothes.

How could you sleep while you saw the guy of your high school dreams right before your eyes, only in his boxers, naked torso, shadows dancing on it with every move. The tiredness was gone but as you tried to avoid your gaze, the boy crossed his arms before his bare chest.

“This is the second time today, y/n”, a little smirk played around his plump lips.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Turn the lights down and go to sleep”, even though you wanted to hide your excitement, your voice shook a little.

But instead of an answer the room was suddenly left in darkness and the black haired, half naked boy climbed into the bed next to you. You could feel his presence as he lay down, throwing his blanket over his body.

“I hope Hoseok and his girlfriend are quiet though”, he whispered beside you into the dark.

“Don’t worry, they already fucked before you came in”, you stated with light frustration.

You felt the mattress move as Jimin turned around, face in your direction. But your stare stayed fixated on the ceiling you could not see in the dark.

“Good night, Jimin”, you whispered.

“Good night, y/n”, he answered while hugging his own pillow.

This night you could not sleep one bit. The only times you closed your eyes the image of the boy next to you popped up in your head and with that you stayed awake, hearing the heavy breathing of your crush next to you.


The next morning you decided the activities you wanted to do the next days. Shopping, swimming or partying were the main points that were discussed. Up until now Lona’s little sister was rather quiet but as the words ‘party’, ‘alcohol’ or ‘sex’ made its way into the conversation, she was full awake and getting on your nerves.

Lastly you decided on going shopping in separated groups and going to a famous club this evening. Fortunately your best friend, Lona, would come with you as you wanted to buy some underwear and a suited outfit for the occasion at night. But as Lynn was not allowed to stay behind, she had to tag along with the two of you. You understood that she could not go with the boys but you wanted her neither.

“Take this and.. definitely the black one”, Lona said as she held both dresses up to decide which one suited you better. “The lucky bastard who gets to see you in those, lord, help him.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing loudly, at her exaggeration. The underwear you held up left nothing to ones imagination, black lace that let anyone see through it as it was mostly transparent. A black dress, pretty short only held by two small strings over your shoulder, silk at its finest. You were not sure if you were cabable in wearing such an outfit the right way but definitely wanted to try.

“It reminds me more of a lingerie than an actual dress”, you stated, running your hands down the soft fabric.

“Shut up and take it”, your best friend nodded while grabbing the dress and going to the cashier.

The two of you bought new clothes while Lynn just waited for the two of you to finish your shopping trip to go to the meet up at the restaurant you wanted to have lunch together. Lona had an exclusive eye for fashion therefore she paid for a red revealing dress and monstrous high heels you would never be able to walk on.

After your meet up, Lona wanted to spend some time with Hoseok, so you had to do something with Jungkook, Jimin and unfortunately Lynn. Neither the boys nor you wanted to wander through the hot city any more wherefore you went home again. There you and Jungkook watched TV for some time until tiredness seeped though your bones. You lay your head on your best friends thighs, animating him to stroke your hair. You often did this the last years of your friendship, even though it appeared strange to other people, like Jimin.

“Why don’t you get a room?”, he said, shaking his head as he sat down next to Jungkook.

“It’s a habit. She can sleep here if she had a stressful night”, the boy defended you, caressing your head with his big hand.

“Stressful night? We just slept, dude”, confusion traced Jimin’s voice, looking at your face. “She would not be able to stay awake either here or in her own bed if I would have finished her.”

“Just let me sleep, I want to have fun tonight and not go to bed at nine”, your weak voice was heard and the boys fell silent.

Slowly you drifted to sleep hearing low voices talking about you.


You were woken by a hand that shook you lightly. The nap you only wanted to take developed into a deep sleep why you were quite shocked as you saw Jungkook’s face traced with pain.

“Sorry y/n, but I can’t feel my thighs and my dick any more.”

While rubbing your eyes you got up from his lap, looking at the round watch on the wall. Two hours until you wanted to leave for the club.

“Thanks, Kookie”, a warm smile played around your lips as you patted his brown curls. You stretched before standing up, walking towards the bathroom up the stairs.

Lona already waited for you to wake up as she wanted to tell you what she and Hoseok did. They met some people who showed them a special lake near your house. She described it as ‘a must go to’, so you agreed to stay there the next days if the weather was as nice as the last days.

“You have to wear your new clothes, y/n. They are washed and dry as well, so go on!”

Lona forced you into your newly snatched underwear and dress before doing your hair and make up.

“Jimin will only have eyes for you, y/n”, your best friend smiled at you proudly.

“Ah, I guess his character is too far from what I thought he would be”, you explained sadly. “He is more of a cocky playboy rather than the charming guy I thought he would be at the beginning of our trip. But I shouldn’t be expecting anything. Actually it was the first time I talked to him yesterday.”

Your best friend listened to your complains.

“Bullshit, y/n!”, she said. “You shouldn’t care, he eats you with his eyes the whole fucking time. Even if he is not suited for the perfect partner but a good fuck would be a good fuck. Sweetie, I don’t want to say this, but you definitely need one.”

Shock was written on your face. Of course you thought about Jimin in this light, but an actual friendship would not be possible any more if something more intimate might happen between you two.

“We’ll see, Lona. Let’s collect your sister and head for the club, I need some alcohol.”

With that you girls went downstairs to find the rest of your group.

“Babe, you look so fucking sexy! Let us just stay here, you won’t need this slutty dress any more”, Hoseok spun his girlfriend around, licking his lips.

“You think all the work will be for nothing? Wait till later”, Lona winked at her boyfriend, kissing him passionately, while you avoided you gaze, looking for Jungkook and Jimin.

Lynn’s voice reached your ears, turning around to see the boys walking down the stairs as well.

“God, Jimin, you are far too handsome”, her high pitched voice shouted before she ran towards Jimin, letting her hands wander around his chest. The girl wore a tight red skirt with a black crop top, showing of her nice body.

Jimin grinned down at her, his hands on her waist shortly before noticing your presence behind the girl in front of him. His jaw dropped as his eyes wandered from your heels to the curls Lona had made you. The dark eyes found its way down your body again, letting go of Lynn.

“Y/n, nice dress”, he smiled, coming a few steps closer.

“Thanks, nice outfit, too”, you replied, checking him out as frankly as he did.

Today Jimin went with black ripped jeans, that wrapped tightly around his muscular thighs, a dark blue shirt with long sleeves that were pretty airy at the wrists and had a low-cut. Boots completed his casual but sexy outfit. Your mouth watered as you thought about the conversation from before and decided to take Lona’s advice for today. 'A good fuck’.

Jimin’s plump, red lips curved at the sight before him. You looking so deliciously hot, devouring himwith your sparkling eyes. The night began promising, he thought.

“Better let’s go before Lona and Hoseok fuck in front of us”, the missing boy, Jungkook, announced while heading to the front door.

They wouldn’t be the only ones, you thought and followed Jungkook into the breezy air.


Danceable music filled the huge room as your group entered the famous club 'Night-owl’. Several hundred people flooded the dance floors, laughing, talking and moving their bodies rhythmically to the loud music. Your friends danced their way to the counter of the bar where you found a niche. You ordered your drinks while wiggling to the rhymes.

“Guys, let’s toast to an unforgettable trip and our friendships!”, you stated and held up your drink. Glass clinked as loud cheering filled the air around you. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, a satisfying feeling after exhausting weeks without fun.

“Lynn, don’t be a party pooper today and don’t drink too much”, her older sister warned. “Just have fun.”

Lynn nodded sarcastically at her: “Jimin will be here, so my fun is guaranteed.” The girl’s teeth were showing while she looked at Jimin.

The boy instead had his eyes fixated on your short dress that slipped up your thighs while sitting across from him. You had crossed them over each other what brought you double the attention from the attractive guy who licked his lips for the second time this evening while watching your surprising new actions. Where did the sudden change come from?, he wondered.

Of course you did it on purpose. After considering Lona’s words, you would not reject any offer from Jimin. At least this night should be lived to its fullest, consequences could wait until tomorrow. You deserved it and seeing Lynn walking behind Jimin like a puppy, you wanted him even more. At the beginning you wanted your imaginary boyfriend material but right now the cocky, confident Jimin slowly started creeping inside your head. Lona was just the fuse.

Your group of friends drowned a few drinks while moving in the seats before you and Lona stood up, taking each others hands and walking to the dance floor. Behind you, Hoseok, the dancing king, followed you two. Only Jungkook and Jimin sat on their seats even now. Lynn was gone a few minutes ago but you did not care enough to worry.

“Never was a DJ so good”, Lona shouted next to your ear. And she was right, every song was danceable and the mass on the floor moved their bodies without a break.

So did you three. All eyes were focused on the couple who made the dance floor their own. Even you, who have seen it so many times, watched them fascinated.

“I didn’t know they were capable of such dancing”, a voice reached your ear before you turned around to find Jimin close behind you. His body moved to the music and for you, this was more ethereal than everything you had seen in your life. Toned muscles dancing on his body as he rolled his hips. A lascivious expression on his angelic features, lips curled into a lopsided smile, eyes so unfathomable in the changing lights of the club. Maybe it were the drinks you already had but as Jimin closed the distance you turned your back and pressed it into his revealing chest. Right then his hands roamed around your waist and landed at your hips. They brought you even nearer before Jimin leaned in to say something in your ear.

“Today, y/n, I’m going to bite.”

Although you already made up your mind in wanting him, the last bit of shyness made your cheeks burn. At the same time you registered the same tingling feeling in your lower stomach that appeared yesterday by looking at the huge bed and thinking about Jimin’s body.

Just then the boy started to roll his hips into you from the backside, caressing your sides. Your head lay on his big shoulder, his scent filling your nose again while laying your hands on his. For a while you just danced like normal flirting people but it was only a matter of time until you felt Jimin’s hips press into your butt over and over again. Through the fabric of your thin dress you could already feel his erection digging into you. This feeling alone made your knees weak, as you felt how tight your panties became, the wet liquid soaking them slowly. Your movements became heavier, heart racing and as Jimin’s arm moved round your waist to pull you into his erection, a little, quiet moan escaped your mouth.

How was 'dancing’ this sexy with him? If you still could called it that.

“You look so damn hot in your dress, y/n”, Jimin pressed his lips tightly against your ear. “I want to rip this thing of your body and fuck you right here on the dance floor. I don’t really care if they are watching.”

A whimper slipped out your mouth while you closed your eyes, actually considering his tempting words. You bet that Jimin was capable of doing just what he offered you right now.

“You make my head spin”, you admitted while wriggling yourself out of his tight hug to turn around, looking up into his flushed face. Your crush returned your gaze, roaming over your body before landing on your dark red lips. Just then you stepped into him, folding your hands behind his neck, urging your body to touch his. Your abdomen landed on his crotch, circling to feel the needed friction of your heated wetness. Jimin’s eyes followed your actions, lust boiling behind them as he felt his bulge being stroked by your moving hips.

Your view was filled with the beautiful face of his, tracing every detail with your eyes. From the chocolate eyes, over the quite small nose to the high cheekbones. Until they remained on his plump, wet lips that looked so fucking soft under your own. Oh, how you wanted to feel them on yours. Your tongue wetted your own lips, lascivious, slowly, waiting for the boy to do what you wanted.

“Who does make whose head spin”, your crush’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at you before he grabbed your hips and suddenly pressed his lips on yours.

It was like an explosion as he touched you for the first time. He felt so soft, just what you expected. His round, warm lips lay on yours for a moment until you both started to move your mouths on top of the other. In no time you clung on him, forgetting to dance to the music, several elbows hitting you but you did not care. Finally you were able to feel what you had dreamed about since high school.

Jimin kissed you for an eternity, deepening it from time to time before he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. His wet muscle wrapped around your own, sucking delicately at it while holding onto your hips stronger than necessary. Small moans left his mouth as you passionately kissed in the mass of dancing people. You did not notice how much time had passed but as Jimin broke loose from you, you made a sound showing your disappointment.

“I can’t control myself any more. Let’s go home”, the boy said with swollen lips, red from your dark lipstick.

His big hand grabbed yours as you looked for Jungkook to snatch his key. It took his time until you found him in the bathroom with some random girl.

“Dude, give me your key”, Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration as you stood in front of a toilet booth hearing Jungkook’s heavy voice.

“Are you for real, I’m busy. Fuck off”, the boy’s anger was clearly shown.

“Kookie, just throw it over the door”, you said, beginning to find the wet panties uncomfortable.

As your best friend heard your voice next to Jimin, he opened the door, pulling up his jeans.

“The fuck, y/n?”, he said, the girl behind him furiously glancing at you two.

“Sorry, just hurry up, Kookie.”

With that the boy stared unbelievably in your face, fishing the key out of his pocket.

“Thanks, have fun, Kookie”, you snatched the key and nearly ran towards the exit.

You often saw Jungkook in this state, so it was quite normal to see him half naked with a girl. He would be able to continue, so no worries, you thought.

The way home was a mix of kisses, panting and running as you made your way to the white house a few blocks away. You chased each other laughing, touching him whenever you had the chance until you arrived at the porch of the house.

The door was not even closed, yet Jimin tapped your thighs. You jumped into his strong arms as he wrapped your legs around his waist. In a swift turn he headed for the living room, never once leaving your lips. A few times you two staggered before you reached the huge couch, where Jimin sat down, you straddling his lap. Your hands roamed through his black, soft hair and landed on the back of his neck. He instead let his hands wander around your body, from the curve of your breasts to your round ass. His hands began to massage your flesh before you felt a sting as his hand hit you hard. A loud moan was heard from you, what made Jimin smirk up your face.

“You like that?”

A nod was your answer before Jimin raised his hands again to smack your ass even harder. It stung pretty much as to why he caressed the part he just hit. This action continued to the point where your panties were soaked with your juices.

Heavy breathing hit your face as you looked down on Jimin, focusing on the darkening lips of his.

“Take off your clothes, y/n”, his voice was confident while he still soothed the spot of your pain. “I want to see you.”

You stood up from your position, extremely slowly opening the zippier of your black dress, sliding your arms out of the strings before letting the dress fall of your body. Jimin’s breathing stopped as you made a little show for him, focusing on every new spot of skin he could see until you dropped the dress completely, now standing only in a pair of transparent, black lace. His hands began to stroke his bulge trough the jeans while being in trance from the sight I front of him.

“Like what you see?”, you asked softly, watching as he palmed himself.

Instead of an answer he reached forward to grab you by your waist to pull you into your previous position. Your hips bucked into his as you sat on his lap, your core above his prominent erection. As you lowered yourself to circle your hips, you heard a small whimper from the boy, you oh so wanted.

“I can’t wait to feel you around me, so tight and wet. Look what you do to my jeans”, Jimin said seductively, pointing to the wet strand on his jeans.

“Then do it, Jimin. I’m more than ready for you”, you said, breath stuck in your throat as Jimin began to kiss your jaw to you sensitive neck. His plump lips kissed its way around your delicate skin, sucking, biting and soothing it. With every next tease of his, you moaned louder. The boy’s hands stroked your ass before massaging it again while his mouth wandered down to the hem of your bra. His dark eyes made contact with yours, lips dangerously close to your breast. Then he bit down onto your new bra, leaving you trembling above him. A heated shiver ran down your spine while Jimin left his marks on the soft flesh of your mounds, getting closer to your erected nipples before taking one into his warm mouth. His pearly teeth nipped at the extremely sensitive spot of your breast through the fabric of your lacy bra. With time he sucked strong on your now dark nipple before devoting his attention to the other one, his hands massaging riskily close to your wet folds. His name left your mouth several times already even though he had not touched where you needed him the most. Slowly you moved your hips onto his, needed friction missing as he stopped your movements.

The handsome boy’s touch abandoned your body as he straightened his back, kissing your lips before he swirled you onto the couch next to him. Fast, he stripped in front of you, clothes thrown in all directions, until the last piece lay on the floor. You watched in awe at the view that was exposed to you. Jimin had tanned skin and toned muscles that moved as he made his way towards you. His bare chest was trained and his thighs made your mouth water, how they looked solid and soft at the same time. Only one thing clouded all other thoughts you had the moment Jimin hovered over your body. His prominent erection sprung into your sight the instant he revealed it. Pulsating, darker than his normal taint with a thickness you felt even through his jeans.

Your hands touched his arms, his bare chest and his face as his darkening, lustful eyes devoured you. His next action was unpredictable as he pushed you down with a hand on your chest. He then opened your bra - luckily the clasp was on the front side - before grabbing your free breast with both hands. His thumbs roamed across your nipples that were purple from Jimin’s sucking. They wandered down your free torso until they arrived at your wetness. He then began to stroke you in sow motion, what made you squirm underneath him, every now and then hissing at the sensation. Jimin’s mouth formed a desirable grin, leaning forward, biting his way from you breasts to you stomach.

You knew that your body would be covered in red marks tomorrow, that would show everyone what you have done, but you did not care as your crush’s lips trailed to the hem of your transparent panties. A heated kiss was pressed onto the bundle of nerves before he straightened himself again, stopping all body contact. You whined at the loss of his hand that gave you at least a little friction.

“I wanted to treasure this moment, y/n, but I’m at my limit and it seams you are so damn wet for me that my dick will slide in without problem”, Jimin’s voice was lower than ever, teasing you about your body’s reaction.

“Why don’t you do it then? I’m at my limit, Jimin. Just fuck me already, please”, you begged while the boy just stared at you, smiling proudly about the marks he covered your body in.

“Eager, baby girl?”

The new nickname filled you with even more desire. This word lid a fire inside you, so you grasped down to push down your panties. Jimin’s reaction aroused you as he licked his prominent bottom lip, his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“So, so eager, I see”, he whispered, leaning over the couch to fetch the condom out of his purse.

You hummed in agreement, watching him in heat as he pulled the condom over his dick. Then he grabbed your arms, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, taking his dick in your hand before you positioned it before your wet core. The tingling feeling intensified, finally being able to feel his cock into your tight wetness.

Loud moaning filled the room as you lowered your hips onto his pulsating dick. He filled you completely, waiting for you to finally move. The pleasurable stretch made you grab onto the boys wide shoulders, before you started to roll your hips against him. Although he had barely touched you, you felt yourself tightening with every hip roll of yours.

“You are so fucking tight, baby girl, I won’t last long”, Jimin’s said, breath stuck in his throat from the way you circled around his dick.

His words gave you an ego boost why you grabbed his hair and pressed your lips hard onto his. Passionately you kissed his delicious lips, earning low moans from the pretty boy beneath you. His solid grip on your hips became even stronger as he moved you up and down his lengths.

The heat in the pit of your stomach was vigorous and you could feel how your pussy contradicted around his dick, what made it hard for you to move.

“Jimin”, you cried his name while he moved you furiously, breasts bouncing in front of the face you found so angelic, but at this moment the delicate features were exchanged with the ones of a fallen angel. His eyes so deep and fathomless, watching you bounce on his dick, moaning his name over and over again. He could feel how close he got with every roll of your hips against his own, your juices flowing down onto his balls.

Jimin’s fingers got down between your legs, rubbing your clit, fastening the process of reaching your high. Your voice echoed trough the room while closing your eyes, feeling as your orgasm approached you.

“Make yourself come, baby girl”, Jimin encouraged you, mercilessly stroking over your bundle of nerves. “Use my dick for your high.”

With that you slowed down, warmth flooding your core as you rode yourself through your climax. The prickling feeling overwhelming you while Jimin stroked you over the edge. It was an unbelievably intense orgasm, sweat forming on your skin as you stopped rolling your hips into Jimins. Your head fell onto the boy’s warm shoulder.

“You aren’t done yet”, his voice woke you.

With that he held your hips in the air, before he started thrusting into you from underneath. You cried out at the overstimulation you got from the friction his dick caused again. Therefore you moaned his name again, close to his ear to aggravate his lust. It worked because the tanned boy moved even faster, grunts falling from his swollen lips whereas drops of sweat formed onto his chest as well as his forehead.

“Ahh~ Baby girl”, Jimin moaned your new pet name a few times before he pulled himself out of you, getting rid of the used condom before he pushed you down onto the floor in front of him. He stroked his dick with his hand in agitation, the sight of you kneeling so close to his dick let his semen spurt onto your chest. Thick streaks of the white fluids flowing down your torso onto your stomach. Light whimpers left Jimin’s lips while he pumped his pulsating dick until it became soft in his hands, watching your fucked out state, your eyes fixated on his semi hard cock.

“You are amazing, y/n”, Jimin said, grinning at you while showing his crooked front tooth, eyes crinkled. His chest heaved as his head fell back onto the rest of the couch.

Your legs were shaking as you stood up, falling next to the boy you just had sex with.

“Guess you were okay, too”, you teased, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. “We should repeat it some time, Jimin.”

Adrenalin made you say it, but as the boy took his time answering, panic crawled inside your head. Did you cross the line? Your view lay on Jimin, who returned your gaze, an unknown expression plastered on his features.

Without saying anything he straightened, standing up before he leaned down lifting you up into his strong arms. He held you bridal style while walking out of the living room into the dark corridor.

“I never said that we are done for the night, did I?”, his low voice proclaimed amused.

You just giggled, kissing his plump lips as you made your way upstairs.

Mixed feelings blended into you as the night continued to become more promising than before.

Movie Night Pt. 6

Baby Edition

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2220

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap the willies, sillies!), SLIGHT anal play, language, Fluff…. so much fluff, you could die from it.

A/N: All the Dad!Bucky feels in this one my friends…

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You wiped at the tears that were running down your face.

“A-are you sure?”

The doctor smiled at you and nodded her head, “I sure am.” She turned the screen toward you and pointed out what she saw. “Do you want me to put this on a CD for you so you can take it home?”

You nodded before blubbering even harder. The doctor laughed, handing you some Kleenex, “I hope those are happy tears.”

You smiled at her, dabbing at your make-up, “Yes, oh my yes.”

She handed you the disk and a business card, “I’ll see you next month my dear.”

You stood up and shook her hand that she offered.

You smiled at everyone while walking through the lobby, trying to not burst into tears again.

Once behind the wheel of your car, you let out a little squeal and dug through your purse for your phone. Pulling up Natasha’s number, you hit call and excitedly waited for her to answer.

“Hey, how did it go?” She asked instantly.

You laughed before you answered, “Bucky is going to freak.”

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The One Where He Forgets

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Jugheads preoccupied trying to solve Jason Blossom’s murder and forgets your birthday in the process. 

A/N: riverdale imagines soon!!!

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Friday nights were usually quiet for you and Jughead but as of lately, he’d been restless, trying to solve the case of Jason Blossom.

In a way you were glad he had something to focus on – he’d been pretty bummed out over his dad lately.

“Cake?” you ask him, holding out your plate as you join him on your bed. He shakes his head, dragging him thumb over his bottom lip as his eyes skim an article on his laptop.

“What are you reading?”

“Hm? Just – just something,” he shrugs, angling the screen away from you.

That was the only part that sucked.

Since he’d formed his super team with Betty, Archie and Veronica, you’d felt left out. But it didn’t seem fair to complain about him making friends where he lacked in family; you wanted him to be happy, you just wanted to be a part of it.

“So, for my birthday this weekend I was thinking we could just grab dinner. Just you and me,” you raise a brow, “Mom’s out of town as usual and I don’t feel like throwing a party.”

“Isn’t that your favourite pass time?” he asks, smiling slightly as he keeps reading.

“Not since I started dating you,” you nudge him, “I know that stuff isn’t your scene and it’s important to me that we spend my birthday together. It’s our one year anniversary,” you say.

Jughead had crashed your birthday last year, unwillingly, when Archie dragged him to it. The parties you threw were big ones, all social groups at the school came and you liked it that way – everyone mixing together.

You were surprised to see Jughead and somehow the two of you hit it off and ended up dating. Jughead always joked about how it was the most unusual way to start dating someone for him – you were the opposite of his type.

But after a year of dating him, the two of you were almost the same person. You’d adapted each other’s habits and found a way to get around the ones that you couldn’t.

“That sounds perfect, y/n,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to his laptop.

You lean against the headboard with a small smile, satisfied. Jughead wasn’t about big romantic gestures, he did small things that touched your heart and you couldn’t wait to see what he did for your one year and birthday. You’d gotten him a few journals and a new lens for his camera to surprise him.


Saturday rolled around and Jughead cancelled early in the morning and you tried to be okay with it. You had all of Sunday, like he had promised.

But deep down you knew Sunday would be the same.

It wasn’t. It was worse.

You glance up at the wall clock at Pop’s, sighing as you take a sip of your milkshake. Your eyes had gone over every detail in the booth. The frayed vinyl on the corners of the chairs. Thepermanent stain on the left side of the table. The broken straw dispenser that only worked if you pushed two fingers through the gap and pulled out a straw yourself, by which time it was all crumpled up and your fingers cut a little.

But still, no Jughead.

At least if he made it by midnight it would still be your birthday and you wouldn’t have spent it alone.

But the clock strikes 12 and you’re still sitting alone in the booth. You rest your head on the table, the cold metal sending chills up your spine.

“Refill?”

You look up to find a waitress with a pot of coffee.

“No thanks,” you mumble, shaking your head. You sling your bag over your shoulder and pick up Jughead’s present, heading for the door. You catch your reflection in it. Your makeup had worn off a little and your dress was all crumpled from sitting down for so long.

And then he appears outside the window, alongside Betty, Archie and Veronica.

You walk out into the carpark, your fists balled up by your sides.

“Shit,” Jughead mumbles, lacing his hands behind his head as he spots you, “I forgot, I’m so sorry,” he says as you reach him. He rests his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you sigh, not wanting to make a scene. You hold his present out, “My birthday’s already over but our anniversary isn’t so…”

He takes it out of your hands, staring at you apologetically, “Y/N-“

“It’s fine, Jughead,” you say, stepping away from him. It wasn’t. It wasn’t okay at all.

“It must’ve been important, whatever you were doing-“ you pause, looking over his shoulder at his friends, “I’ll let you get back to it.”

“Wha – no,” he shakes his head, “Come back inside. I’ll buy you dinner.”

“I already ate,” you lie, “I’m just gonna go home. I don’t feel too good,” you force a smile, “I’ll see you at school,” you wave at his friends, “Bye you guys.”

Before he can try stop you, you climb into your car and begin to drive off. You could see him watching you, frustrated with himself, but you leave anyway.


Monday was officially your least favourite day. Usually you loved it because you had first period with Jughead and the two of you would grab breakfast at Pop’s before class, but today, you were dreading it for all the same reasons.

You skip breakfast, getting to school right before the bell.

“I was waiting for you at Pop’s,” Jughead frowns as he leans against the locker next to yours.

“Yeah, I had to come to school early for an assignment,” you lie.

His frown deepens, “You literally just came in. I saw your car pull up,” he inhales deeply, “You’re avoiding me.”

“No,” you say defensively.

He sighs, slumping, “I feel like a total asshole for the weekend. I – I can’t believe I stood you up on our anniversary but I really hate myself for leaving you alone on your birthday.”

“Jughe-“

“Pop told me you didn’t eat a thing all night,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “And even still, when you saw me outside you didn’t get mad, you just left.”

“Did you want me to get mad in front of your friends?”

“No, I just – I don’t understand how you’re so… understanding,” he mumbles, “I’ve been a real dick.”

“Yeah, you have,” you say, closing your locker, “And I’m not that understanding, Jughead. I get hurt by the stuff you do, I just –“

“What?”

“I don’t say anything because I don’t want to lose you. You hate drama and you pretty much hate relationships. I don’t want to push it with you because then you’ll… leave me.”

His eyes widen and he pulls you into a hug, “You do not have to stifle how you feel because you’re afraid to lose me. That will never happen,” he promises, “I love you and you can be mad at me and right now, if I were you, I’d punch me in the face.”

“Your arm will do,” you mumble.

“Huh? OW!” he grumbles, clutching his arm dramatically as you punch him weakly, “I know you can do better than that,” he laughs.

“Wouldn’t want to break your arm,” you scoff.

“Good point,” he nods, “But I give you permission to if I screw up tonight.”

“Tonight?”

He smiles, “I have a very special night planned,” he says, wiggling his brows, “Well, I had a special morning planned but you didn’t show up… we can reheat cereal, right? You don’t mind if it’s soggy, do you?” he teases.

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

I Forgive - Jimin

This is pretty long, sorry not sorry. Oh well.

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Originally posted by mvssmedia

“All I’m saying is; Maybe you should stop flirting with other girls! At least when you’re on a fucking date with your girlfriend!” You yelled, your hands clenched into fists from the fury you were feeling, to your bones.
“I wasn’t flirting with you for fucks sake Y/N!” Jimin yelled.
You were both in the kitchen, the only light coming from the cooking canopy.
You were dressed in a silk black dress, your jewelry hanging loosely on your chest, your earrings swinging back and forth.
Jimin, standing only with a couple inches taller than you, dressed in his suit. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat tickling on his forehead.
“Oh so you just randomly kiss other girls’ hands? Laugh at every fucking thing that leaves their mouths?” You were out of breath “Fuck you Jimin!”
His eyes widened, and he stepped closer to you.

“Say that one more fucking time” His voice was cold as ice. Your mouth was shut, as tears began forming in your eyes. But you wouldn’t let him see you cry.
“You’re so full of yourself, Jimin. You shouldn’t flirt with others while you have a girlfriend. Show at least some respect” You shot back, your chest rising and falling in an agile pace.
“You’re just so damn clingy!” He raised his voice even more. You saw nothing but fury in his eyes, making a strike of fear run down your spine.
“I hate how you completely steal my friends! And how I need to let you meet the person, before I can even think about befriending them! I just really hate you sometimes” You were startled to say the least.
You knew that you at times, could get overprotective, but he was out of hand tonight, and you couldn’t be blamed.

Your bottled up emotions, got to the best of you, and your knees gave in under you, your tears falling freely, ruining your mascara and the eyeshadow you’d spent a handful of hours on. But you didn’t care. All you could think of, was his words that kept replaying in your head; “I just really hate you someti-” your cries were louder than your thoughts.
“Y/N, please don’t cry” You came back to reality. Jimin’s arms were holding on to your shaking body, his head in the crook of your neck.
You felt wetness staining your neck, letting you know that he was crying too.
“Don’t cry” He whispered again, rocking you back and forth.
“I’m sorry I said that. I was so mean and-” A sob escaped his plump lips, startling the both of you. “I was caught up in the moment. B-baby please don’t” Words were leaving his mouth like a waterfall.
“Don’t cry” He repeated. His voice was cracking and hoarse from the crying he’d done.


You shifted in your bed, the sunlight blinding you.
Sitting up, you pulled the silk sheets closer to your naked body, feeling slightly colder.
You looked down at Jimin, who was beside you. Lips apart with hair falling over his closed eyes, he looked ‘fuckable’.
The thought sent a smile to your lips.
The smile was replaced with a frown as your mind wandered to the incident, just a few days back. Sure, you and Jimin had made up, but his sour words still haunted your mind.
Shaking your head, you decided to push the thoughts away.
“Jimin” You whispered. Your head was so close to his, you could hear his breathing.
You placed your hands on his chest, the sheets falling down, exposing the top half of your naked body.
He groaned, his morning voice making it sound a hundred times better, as his eyes fluttered open.
He looked at your face, and then his eyes began traveling down your body. He got up, resting on his elbows, his eyes fixed on your boobs.
“Y/N, wha-?” You captured his lips with yours, not wanting to talk, you didn’t need to talk.
You held onto his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, as you deepened the kiss.
Jimin pulled away, breathing heavily. His lips were a bright pink and swollen with your love. You smiled at the picture in front of you.
Jimin ran his fingers through your hair.
“Shouldn’t we get up?” You asked, your voice low and tired. You leaned against his chest, still straddling him, letting him wrap his arms around you.
“We should” He chuckled, caressing your back.
He patted your butt through the silk fabric and slowly got up, hands on the back of your thighs.
“Mhm, Jimin” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder as he lifted you up and placed you on the end of the bed.
He picked his dress shirt, from a couple of days ago, and handed it to you.
You placed the shirt next to you on the bed, not wanting to wear any of his clothes anymore.
You knew deep down, that it was silly to hold onto stupid words, but they still haunted you. And you didn’t want to seem like that kind of girlfriend.

You quickly took your silk robe from the hook near your closet, and tightened the belt around your waist.
“Let’s get some breakfast” You smiled sourly as you walked past Jimin, heading for the kitchen.


“Y/N! Want to come with?” You looked up from the couch. Namjoon was curiously looking at you, from where he was in front of the front door. He was waiting for Jimin to get ready.
You guys had planned for you to come with too, but you had declined kindly, saying you weren’t feeling well, when Jungkook asked you for the hundredth time, why you decided not to come with.
You had thought a lot about what Jimin had thrown at you, a couple of weeks ago, and you decided that it was for the best, to just not go.

“Bye Y/N!” Jimin yelled after you, as they closed their door, probably running to the car, where the other boys were.
There you were alone, for the first time in a while. You couldn’t tell if you were comfortable with the thick silence.
You’d been used to being either with Jimin or the other boys for so long, that the silence of the secret loneliness, had become an unfamiliar feeling.
“Yah, don’t be stupid” you scolded yourself as your mind wandered the wrong way.
“He loves you” You assured yourself, not quite believing your own words.

A door slamming, woke you up from your deep sleep.
You placed your phone on the coffee table and sat up, rubbing your eyes.
“Hey baby” Jimin said, as he sat down beside you.
He was wearing a denim jacket, actually the one you’d bought for him as a birthday gift.
“Hey” You said, getting up from the couch to go make some tea.
You felt your back aching and tried to lift your shirt up, to massage yourself, but forgot that you were wearing one of your tight shirts today, making the action impossible.
You’d been so used to wearing your boyfriend’s clothes, that it had felt like your own.
Jimin walked into the kitchen and stood behind you, rubbing your belly through the tight fabric.
“I’m going out tonight” He said as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck.
“Okay, that’s fine” You simply answered, his voice replaying in your head, over and over.
He pulled his arms from around your waist and turned you around.
“What?” He asked, a smile playing on his plump lips.
“I said okay?” You chuckled, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Oh?” He seemed surprised, searching your eyes for an answer for your obvious strange behaviour.
You smiled reassuringly at him before turning around, pretending to be too busy with your tea.

You kissed him bye at about 9 PM, again chuckling at him, pointing out that you were acting strange.
You shook your head at the boy as you closed the door in his face, trying to get rid of him before hurrying into the living room. Turning on your TV, you found your favorite drama.
It was actually Jimin who got you into watching drama. You would always watch it on saturday nights, or any days when he had a day off.
Those were the good times, where there were no fights. No other girls, no jealousy.
You’d thought about breaks, or maybe even breaking up, and a while back, you’d shared your thoughts with Jimin, but that didn’t result in anything but tears and pleas for you to stay with him till the day you took your last breath on this World, and even *after* that.

You did love Jimin. With every atom of your body, and every second of your existence you fell even more in love with him. No argument on that point.
But sometimes, holding on can cause more pain than letting go.
But you were not mentally nor physically prepared to loose Jimin, not now, not ever.
And that was crystal clear to you.

“Y/N” Jimin was standing in the door to the living room, looking at you with red eyes and ruffled hair.
“Yes?” You asked, standing up. He fell into your arms, which made you fall down on the couch.
“Did you have a good time?” You asked, running your fingers through his locks, feeling him relax under your touch.
“Y/N” He whispered and lifted his head to look at you. You could now see how red and puffy his eyes were. Had he been crying?
“Have you been crying babe?” You asked, a frown forming on your lips.
He nodded silently before burying his head in the crook of your neck.
“Hey hey, Jimin. What’s going on?” You asked, your voice below a whisper as you rocked back and forth.
“I’m just” He gasped for air “So sorry”
He wiggled out of your grasp and sat beside you, holding onto your hands.
“I’m so sorry for the things I said that night. They haven’t left my mind, and they haven’t left yours either. You talk in your sleep sometimes” He lowered his eyes, not daring to look into your eyes, that were brimming with tears.
“But I’m sorry. I was so stupid for saying that shit, a-and *of course* I’ve noticed how you’ve retreated yourself from me *and* the boys. But Y/N please, please, don’t change because of the stupid things I said. They were out of line and not near the truth!”
“Breathe Jimin” You said, caressing his cheek as you watched him, struggling to get everything said, like he was trying to escape from something.
“I just, I love when you wear my things, I love when you’re overprotective, I love you so much” He finished, his cheeks damp from the crying he’d done.
You sniffled and pulled him into your arms.
“It’s okay now Jimin”
“I forgive you baby boy” You said, meaning it in every bone of your body.

Shit is so frustrating.

It honestly sucks because I’m in college and I’ve reached the point where hooking up and chilling just isn’t for me anymore but for everyone who I want to develop at least a friendship with is all they can think about.

Like I’ve met some really chill dudes who I fuck with heavy, but those relationships were ruined because all they cared about was fucking and what they could get out of me. Even when they hit me up now to hang out and I tell them I’m abstinent they are so turned off they make excuses of why they can’t hang out and I really hate it. Like you are saying I can only serve one purpose to you and that’s kind of fucked up; like I’m a person with feelings, don’t just look to me because you were horny and thinking with your dick.

For one I have never liked trying to talk to multiple people at once, it gets messy so quickly and then you reach a point where you can either play with both people or hurt one in pursuit of the other and hope you don’t get dropped in the process and I just can’t do that. Like I want to genuinely give one person the time of day so I can get to know them and enjoy their company. But it seems I keep finding the guys who only want to hook up, and even for the one dude who actually really fucked with me, but wants to enjoy all the girls coming his way it sucks ya know.

People really look at being in college as the one time they can fuck as many people as they want and not really develop any type of relationship with the people who they are fucking outside that situation. And it’s crazy because I’ve met some really cool ass people but none of that shit matters if they didn’t want a relationship, and they definitely didn’t even care about being friends because even that requires effort especially if being friends doesn’t come with the benefits of fucking.

And God forbid you actually show that you care in the slightest by telling someone that you miss them, because not being in their company for too long means you are being clingy. 🙄like no my guy I clearly find you chill enough to be around if I don’t hang out with you that often.

But to get to my point. I don’t want to have sex with people just for the sake of having sex and because I find them attractive and they think I’m pretty. That’s so superficial and I can’t even be my full self if we are just fucking off looks. But forming and keeping real genuine relationships just seems to be so goddamn difficult when everyone’s main concern is how can i get so and so to fuck me. I’m just trying to find someone I can do my homework with, play video games and fall asleep on and know that my company is enough. Like let me get to know you and hang out with you first and get a sense of your energy before doing anything else.

I said all this to say. I just want some solid friends and someone’s company that isn’t driven on sex.