it does this at the littlest thing

1d as salespeople

harry: constantly hands out coupon codes, offers to pay when people are short of change, animatedly asks them how their day is and whether they need help finding something

liam: gives elaborate, detailed descriptions of things using technical terms literally no one can understand

niall: abuses his employee discount to buy ridiculous amounts of food, always forgets to put his uniform on, volunteers to stay after hours solely so he can reenact the risky business scene

louis: “i’m told to butter up products to potential buyers but i gotta be real with you i don’t have experience with this particular littlest pet shop set”

zayn: does gymnastics leaping over and ducking under displays to avoid customer interaction

the signs and crushes
  • aries: passive aggressive flirting, might overdo it but it sometimes works out for them, feelings either last a long time or just come and go
  • taurus: chill about it, doesn't know what's going on, is the happiest when they spend time around who they like
  • gemini: kinda indecisive, might overestimate just how much they like the person and get into something they end up regretting, but super loving and sweet if it's genuine
  • cancer: completely lovesick, overthinks everything and might go overboard with jealousy but they have the best intentions
  • leo: so many flirty jokes, won't tell their crush how they feel but will get upset about being ignored, whiny & annoying about how much they wanna date them but so so happy
  • virgo: you can never tell with this sign, but the littlest things that their crush does will make their day, tries to keep quiet about it
  • libra: one of the most flirtatious and affectionate when they're crushing, lots of "casual" touches and deep stares, their feelings hit them hard
  • scorpio: gets in way too deep, when they like someone suddenly their crush is all they ever talk about, doesn't even seem like the same person bc they're so happy
  • sagittarius: totally in denial but everyone can tell who they like before they admit it, the type to act on their feelings when it's too late
  • capricorn: nobody can ever tell if they're crushing because they're so lowkey, but if they really like somebody they give them everything they have
  • aquarius: doesn't understand how to talk to them about their feelings, tries not to worry about it much in fear of being too overbearing
  • pisces: a mess tbh but it's kinda cute, looking for something genuine and is willing to put in the effort to make it official if the other person cooperates, always in their feels
jungkook; morning kiss(es)

❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural.
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♡ this is for @cno-inbminor​ bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN

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Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with. 

One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.

He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)

It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)

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Daddy’s girl | JUGHEAD JONES X BETTY COOPER | SMUT PT ONE

REQUESTED IMAGINE!  @myterribletwenties  so it can start like when Betty and Jughead start taking things further, they start teasing each other in public as part of a bet of who can drive the other crazier to the point of no return, you know? It can be a smut series of like him pleasure-torturing her and vice versa until they finally have fun and kinky sex. I can see Betty being the one who drives Jughead craaaazy but idk it’s up to you on who you’d want to win. 


[ I kinda go with the plot anddd yeaa lets see what happens ] 

A/N: First thing first. I want to say how sorry I’am because I had an amazing vision towards this imagine but sadly I cant write it like I wanted to because I don’t have enogh time for anything. And I know you wait so long for it and 
I am so angry at myself that I didn’t give myself 100% for it. And its kinda making me sad and depressed = smad .
But I just hope you will like it. And tell me if you don’t like something. 

WARNING(S): Dirty language, swearing, smut af, daddy kink, teasing and mentions of smoking’ Betty Cooper is a SAVAGE  mentions of southside serpents like if we care. and mentions of Bryce Walker u know him. 
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CHARACTER(S): Jughead Jones x Betty Cooper (mom and dad) 

Don’t read if you're under 18 (lmao just kidding again) 


Having an unspoken bond can mean a lot of things. Many people have the tendency to throw the term around to lovers, friends, and sibilings without knowing the genuine and authentic meaning behind it. 

Although, a meaning doesn’t have to be one with words. In fact, I believe a word that is expressed stronger through emotion is more meaningful that a word know by it’s definition from a world-know dictionary application just a click away. 

An unspoken bond can be shown in action, words, even colliding lips. It’s by the way they lean towards you a bit more to make you feel safe and secure. It’s by the way they know that you’re saying when your eyes are the only ones speaking. 

It’s magical. Yet, it’s the most dangerous and hear-on-the-line bond, because putting your entire self into one’s trust goes either ways: they hold onto you for dear life, or they let you burn. 

Now of course, I only came to think of this deep shit at half past one in the morning. I can’t sleepm and I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve had too much coffe to drink or because of this beautiful sight snoring his fucking brains out beside me. 

I slowly slide Jughead’s arm from around my waist to his side, slipping out of the sheets as quietly as I can. Before walking to the door, I slide off my pants, leaving me in my panties and shirt. Finally. I feel alive again. 

As the cold air hits my thigs, I stretch my back and walk to Jughead’s slightly open room door, slipping out with dangerous tip-toe’s. 

The only light coming from the darkness of the house is the single kitchen light hanging over the counter. I walk down the stairs, going straight for the fridge. 

I lean against the cold metal, scanning through the beverages until my eyes spot a familiar one. I grab two bottles of milk, settling them down slowly on the counter behind me. 

I latch the fridge back within itself before I take a seat on one of the stools surrounding the counter. Why I’m drinking milk at almost two in the morning? I don’t know. Am I enjoying it? Yes. The answer is always yes. 

I hear certain footsteps skipping down the stairs, soon revealing the undoubteddly messy dark locks and shirtless skin belonging to no other that him. I sit up straight, watching as he walks closer to me. 

My eyes meet his, though we both don’t speak. Instead, he grabs the bottle of milk sitting in front of me, eyes still not leaving mine as he chugs a good amount of it down his throat. His hand goes up to wipe the remaining around the corner of his mouth before he sets it down. Talent, my friends. 

I watch his naked back walk to the highest cabinet, reaching up and shoving off his toned body, muscles and all. I’d lick cake off him any time, any where. 

He reaches down after grabbing a small white box, still giving me his back as he fumbles with it. I assume it’s a cigarette box when he reaches for the lighter, the clicking sound of it evident through the quiet house. 

I turn my stool completely around to face his back, leaning elbows behind me as I watch him put the cigarette in his mouth, blowing it in the air towards the celling. I shouldn’t find this to describe for words, but in my defense, he can make a hot dog consume look hot. 

The smoke emitting artistically from his pouted pink lips, his naked skin glowing due to shine of the moonlight entering the house through windows and cracks. He’s beautiful annd he’s mine. 

Leisurely, he begins inching closer to me, the cigarette held between his fingers almost like it’s meant to be there. I can only imagine the times he’s smoked invisible to my presence. Does he smoke when he’s stressed? When he’s bothered? I crave knowing, even the littlest things about him. 

“What’s on your mind, princess?” his throaty voice inquires, suspending smoke into the air overlooking him. 

“Honestly,” I chuckle, “just you.” 

In swift seconds I feel his body is between my legs, a strong hand grabbing ahold of my head, fingers lacing into the roots of my hair. Tilting my neck to his liking. I feel his lips come into contact with mine tightly. The sudden action takes me by surprise, making me gasp. 

The way his lips move along makes me dizzy. I crave the way he latches his wet lips with mine so desirably like the last thing on his mind is letting go. 

My arms go around his waist in instinct, pulling him closer if even possible. His tongue enters my mouth, caressing and exploring, triggering a moan to escape my lips. Our lips keep a perfomance, heating the clousure of our bodies. 

His kisses become lower in pace, teasing me as he bites my lower lip, breathing into my mouth. I almost feel my knees buckling right then and there.. 

Jughead pulls away but keeps his lips at close proximity to mine, panting heatedly into my partet one’s. I gain feeling to his toned body pressed against mine, the sultriness radiating off his naked chest and shoulders. 

“Babe,” I mumble, pulling him back by waistband of his sweatpants, connecting our lips back together. 

I feel a chuckle escape his lips before his sweet taste fills my mouth once again. Peppering my sweet repeated kisses onto his lips, a smile forms onto his mouth. God, I could do this all damn day. 

“Baby,” he mumbles between kisses. “Let’s go for a ride,” he suggest, both of his hands easing from my hair and settling onto the sides of my neck, drawing shapes onto the naked flesh. 

“What?” I furror my eyebrows curiously. 

“I wanna take you somewhere,” he pulls back, confidence filling his posture and satisfaction in his words. He disposes the cigarette into the bin beside him, licking his lips afterwards. “Right now.” he determinates. 

Dammit, Jughead,” I groan. “I swear if it’s some new twenty four hour taco place like the last time, I’ll personally make sure you die mid-orgasm.” 

Ah, the true meaning of pleasure and pain. You know wha’d be funny? The cause of death: died halfway through coming. Lame ass. 

You know what’d be funnier? Saying “I’m glad you could come,’ to the guests at the funeral and having them reply. “Too bad your boyfriend didn’t.” 

I may or may not go to hell for the things I think at two in the morning. 

“Oh come on baby, now that’s just mean.” he shakes his head, faking sadness. 

I might be in love with him now but the urge to kick him in the balls hasn’t left since the day I met him. 

“It’ll be worth it, I promise and I can’t belive I’m gonna say this but I’m gonna go get you something to throw on, give me a sec,” he raies his finger, disappearing into his room up the stairs. 

Not even a minute later, he comes back with his torso fully clothed and his shoes on, carrying a pair of sleeping shorts I’ve left here once and my shoes. 

“I’ll go start the car, don’t be late,” he hands me the clothing pices, placing a sweet kiss to my forehead before he grabs his keys from the counter. 

I wiggly my feet into the shorts and pull them up, watching them hang loose and wide around my waist. Messily putting on my shoes, I follow him to the car, making sure to lock the door behind me. 

“You good, princess?” Jughead asks, holding onto the steering wheel. 

I shut the door, smiling in response. He does a double take, smilling at me in a question before he speaks. “Can I ask you something?” he inquires geninly. 

“Of course,” I lean into the seat. 

“You always had your hair up– when we met I mean, now you always have it down. You said you liked it up, but that wasn’t the case wasn’t it?” he smiles widely. 

A wide smile conquers my lips at his theory. It’s incredible how much he notices. I turn to him, my cheeks beginning to burn from smiling too widely. “Just drive, butt boy,” I fold my arms over my chest. 

“Your hair’s your guard, itsn’t it? You let your guard down for me, that’s why you let yourself wear it down around me.” he smiles, eye glistening and all. 

I let out breathy chuckle. “What can I say? You took my breath away.” 

He chuckles as he shaking his head in response. I hear him kick off the engines and begin his drive to whatever he want’s to take me at two in the morning. 

The streets are quiet, almost dead. I’ts crazy how at the same exact time right now at different places around this same place, everyone is in bed and possibly in the same position, asleep. 

The quietness echoes like seas of tranquility. My mind dozes off whike my body falls into the comfort of his warmth filling the car. I lean into the seat, making myself comfortable as i feel like this would be a long drive. 

Five minutes into the drive and I’m already feeling the need to throw myself outside this window. I cannot take this. 

Although the silence is comfortable between us, I can’t seem to get my mind off everything that’s happened right on the hood of this car. 

God damn, I remember is so clearly. His fingers, his talented, long, pleasureable fingers. They could do wonders, and I can’t keep my eyes off them tightened around the stirring wheel. 

I feel my mouth begin to gape apart, and so I shock myself back into reality, trying to focus on anything but the talented things he could do with that body. 

I sit up straight, sighing out in frustration before leaning towards Jughead’s side of the seat. I move my hand and place it on his thigh. “Jug,” I groan, gradually moving my hand upwards. “Where are we going?” I rub my thumb in circples into his inner thigh, seeing his arms tighten around the wheel and his back shoot up straight. 

“Almost there, princess,” he answers sternly, turning the wheel to a complete left. My hand stays on his thigh, mindlessly caressing his cloth covered skin. 

The car comes to a halt on the side of an unfamiliar road. There doesn’t seem to be life anywhere around a five block radius from this place. 

The lack of houses tell me this place itsn’t familly friendly. I can also tell from the strip club in the corner of this area. 

I look at Jughead in confusion, waiting for an explanation. He nods his head to me and unlocks the car doors, stepping out as he looks both ways. 

I follow his lead, stepping outsid of the car and going to Jughead’s side. Immediately, he takes a hold of my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine tightly before he starts walking, pulling me with him. 

Walking around the unknown area, Jughead’s hand hasn’t decreased in tightness. His eyes wander around the place every seconds before he pulls me closer. I only hope he isn’t planning on feeding me some jungle animals or something like that. 

We reach a gate, a big black one at that. Jughead uses his free hand to pull it up, giving me lovely viev of his perfectly build biceps. He holds it up, nodding at me to cross under. I do as told, waiting for him to cross under with me. 

The loud bang of th gate’s latching to the ground floor startles me, making Jughead to pull me to his side, rubbing his thumb over our already laced hands. 

“I’ve got you,” he unsures, moving us to another door located in the corner of the area into the gate. 

This place give me the chills. I don’t like it. 

I move behind Jugead’s shoulder, leaning my head against him as he contemplates the lock of the door. 

Presently enogh, I hear an opening sound. 

“Jug, you’re kinda scaring me,” I admit hesitantly, moving my head from his shoulder. 

He doesn’t reply, but squeezes my hand. A gesture that makes me wanna melt into him once again. 

We walk into a hallway, showcasing one the other gate door right in the center. 
Jughead turns to look at me, giving me a smile before his hand moves to push open the door. 

My mouth almost falls open as my brain registers the place I’m in. A wide open stadium with a fighting rink located in the middle of it. The largeness of the room is wide enogh to create schoes. 

I see blood scattered around the dirt floors, making me flinch to think about Jughead. An old bar is set in the left corner, seats for audiences are placed all around the rink, fitting more that three hundred people just for sitting. 

“Welcome in Southside S.” Jughead’s free arm opens wide, a smirk forming onto his lips. His movements come to a stop making me stand alongside him, taking in the area. 

“Those two weeks ago, when you didn’t go to school at all,” I turn to him, my hand still in his. “This was where you were?” I raised my eyebrow in pure curiosity. 

“Yes,” he nods. 

“Everytime you left, you were here?” i furrow my eyebrows. 

“Yeah,” he smiles sadly. “I don’t regret not telling you about this. I knew it’d kill you, and I knew you’d try to stop me,” he shrugs, pushing his body closer to mine. 

“What’s his name?” I asked  

He shook his head closing his beautiful eyes for a moment “Bryce.. I have to fight with him, for my mom sake, babygirl” 

I let go of his hand, taking both of mine and wrapping them around his waist. He takes no time to bring his arms around my neck, rocking me back and fourth gently. 

“It’s not worth it Jughead.” 

“Look at me,” he mumbles, pushing his body even closer to mine. I keep my eyes down, not trusting myself to look into his. “Look at me.” he demands, pulling my chin up with his fingers. 

I bring my head up, eyes to eye with an angel in disguise, “He did some bad things, baby. He hurt my mom really bad” he states gritting through his teeth. 
“I will do anything for my familly and you. And I have to do this, especially if it’s something to ensure your satety.” 

“How many fights do you have left?” I inquire, barely a whisper in his ear. 

“Its not important. You know what, I’ll make fucking sure he doesn’t breathe your way either.” 

“Can I come?” I ask, pulling away from his hold with a wide smile on my face. Oh the things I’d do to watch Bryce get beaten up. 

“No,” he says immediately. “No, absolutely not,” he shrugs. 

“Come on,” I roll my eyes. I drive my lips to the base of his neck, kissing my way softly up to his jaw. “I promise I’ll be good. I just wanna watch Walker have his ass handed to him” I chuckl. “And think of all the ways I can wish you luck.” I tease. 

“That’s not gonna work princess,” he chuckles, kissing my temple gently. “Let’s go back to the car,” he sighs, re-intertwining my fingers with his. 

I exhale our frustration, knowing well enogh Jughead wouldn’t change his mind for shit. 

We stroll out of the place easily. Jughead locking the gate behind us before we make our way to his car. 

I slide into my seatt, folding my arms and rubbing my thigs together. Thoughts about have been swarming my mind the moment we left the house and I can’t seem to get rid ot them now. 

The way his strong tanned arms hold onto the wheel, as tight as his hands wrap around my thigs. The way he licks his lips when he’s focused, oh fuck, the things he could do with those lips. 

I feel the heat between my legs begin to increase as my stomach knots in frustration. I need his so bad. I’m afraid I’ll moan if he does as much as look at me. 

I keep my silence, breathing out gently and keeping my thigs tightly pressed together. Jughead doesn’t seem to notice my squirming beside him, although I’m about to explode in a few seconds. 

Minutes pass by my mind and eyes haven’t left his flawlessly sculpted body since. We get closer to his house but he slows the car down, making me groan out in vexation. 

“What is it baby girl?” Jughead speaks, turning his head to look at me with a smirk plastered clearly on his face. 

“Hm?” I attempt to look in wonder, my hands crossed over the obvious wet patch now sinking from my panties into my shorts. 

Suddenly, the car comes to a stop. Jughead’s hands harshly move from the gear before he turns his position coming forward and leaning both his arms on either side of my seat, hovering over me. 

“Tell me,” he whispers demandigly, his eyes moving from mine to my lips. Jughead licks his lips, making my heart thump resoundingly against my chest almost loud enogh for him to hear. 

I look up into his dominant eyes staring deep into mine. He doens’t move his gaze, demanding an answer. 

Sighing. “I need you,” I mumble inaudubly, looking down to my lap. 

“Come again, baby?” he teases with a tilt of his head and smirk evident on his lips. 

“I need you, please,” I whimper, locking my eyes with his. 

Holding himself to my side with one hand, he uses the other to wrap around the side of my waist, rubbng the skin softly as he gradually moves his hand lower. 

“Tell me what you want,” he traces his fingers in a ticklish motion towards my lower waist, wrapping his hand around the material of my shorts. 

Anything, just please,” I breath out, throwing my head up at the lack of contact

His hands abruptly moves to the center of my shorts. Jughead starts to move my underwear to the side, very slowly at first showing off my wetness clear and dripping for him, watching slosely to see my reaction. 

I groan at the cold air hitting my area, wanting any sort of friction against my sensitive throbbing area. 

“Look at you,” he chuckles, sliding his middle finger up and down my slit, spreading my wetness painfully slow. “Such a mess for me,” his voice deepens, lust filling his intentions as he slides a finger into my etrance, making me shift in pleasure in my seat. 

His eyes don’t leave mie, demanding me to keep my stare on his. His thumb joins his workings, pressing and rubbing onto my vulnerable spot. “Does this feel good, baby?” he purrs, panting heatedly into my lips. 

I feel his hard on growin into the tightness of his jeans , making me bite my lips surprising a moann too emit from my mouth. I may or may not faint. 

“Mhmm,” I pant, starting to feel my climax build up. My stomach starts to form a knot of frustration, driving me on edge. 

Adding another finger, he fastens his pace, eyes still not leaving mine. His lips sloppily fall onto mine, the wetness and heat of his mouth parting my lips unknowingly. 

Uhh, I’m so close,” I whimper , feeling myself come to an edge. My high almost rides onto me when I feel his fingers pull out. He leans back into his seat and begins to drive, leaving me a complete and utter mess. 

Hot and bothered. I pant out loudly, bitting my lip in frustration. I rub my thigs harshly together once again. “Fuck you Jug,” I moan, shuffling in my seat. 

“Patience is a virtue, princess,” he smirks, fastening his driving speed. 

I move my shorts and underwear onto my highly sensitive area, wanting to feel any sort of release or friction against it. 

Minutes pass by feeling like hours when he finally puls the car back to his house. I angirly push open the door, coliding it back again with it’s frame strongly before I march to the front door. 

I open the door with ease, taking off my shoes and throwing them beside the kitchen place. Fuck. I’m gonna kill him. 

I hear the car noise indicating he’s locket it, soon following by his footsteps entering the house and closing the door behind him. He throws the keys onto the counter, eyeing my bothered and panting self with a snigger plastered onto his face. “Something bothering you, baby?” he fake pouts. 

“You know what, fine!” I put my hands up, shrugging “I’ll do it myself!” I huff, turning arund to march ip the stairs. 

I walk into Jughead’s room, purposely leaving the door wide open. I slide my shorts down my legs, pushing them aside with my feet before I place myself onto his bed. 

The previously messy sheets give me a feel of Jughead’s presence, driving me crazier that I have been minutes ago. He’s gonna pay for this. 

I lean myself over again the headboard, shutting my eyes closed and throwing my head back. I feel my back arch when I let my hand reach contact with my white lace covered wetness. 

This is the only time I’ll thank Jughead’s dad for leaving him here alone. 

I rub myself, humming in satisfaction. I move my legs upwards, pulling off my panties and shoving them onto the floor. I keep my eyes closed, my hands in-between my thigs over my bundle of nerves. 

I hear Jughead’s footsteps come closer by the second, getting me excited. I moan loudly, wanting to grab his attention. And no doubt, seconds later, his body appears at the front of the door, his eyes plastered onto my pleasuring hand. 

He bites his lips, coming closer to the edge of the bed. Jughead leans forward, placing his face right in front of my knees, his eyes filling up with lust and passion. 

I spread my knees apart, openin up my legs and shoving myself to him completely. He groans at my dampness licking his lips. 

The cold room air touches my heat, and the shine of the moonlight made it glisten somewhat. I know he couldn’t resist the sight of me at such an angle. 

He brings his face closer to my opening. I feel his hot breath panting in lust as I moan in complecency. 

I trace a finger up and down my slit in front of him, smiling to myself when I see his eyes widen in their desire for me. I play around the patch of wetness moaning when I press into it. “Jughead,” I moan, knowing well enogh how to tease him. 

Jughead’s stare fixates right onto my area as my fingers playfully spread the folds apart. “I want you so bad, baby girl,” he groans, palming himself though the tightness of his clothing. 

I take his pleas, drawibg out a long groan when I play out myself for him. 
“I thought patience’s a virtue, baby?” I smirk 

He watches intensively as I roll the pad of my pointer fingers around my swollen sensitivity, giving me a sensible feeling of pleasure. I can’t lie how much I want him. So badly. 

My teeth tug my bottom lip hard, trying to repress a groan at the sight in front of me. Jughead lustfully and beautifully begging. What a beautiful sight. 

My body feels like it’s on fire and I could feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I close my legs tightly in exasperation, wanting nothing more that feel relase, to feel him. 

I feel the heat of his panting at the top of my thighs, making me throw my head back at the close proximity of our bodies, with no satisactory contact leading to pleasure for either of us from one another. 

“Open up for me, princess,” he demands, eyes darkly looking into mine, gently caressing his free hand over the sides of my thigh. 

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Punish me?” I reply back sarcastically arching my back in order to tease him. 

“Oh no, baby,” he smirks, pushing himself up on the bed, hovering over my entire body as our faces come lining each other. His hands keep him up, makin his veins pop out artistically from his biceps down to his arms. 

“I don’t punish. In fact, I’d like to make it up to you, princess” he tilts his head, licking his lips painfully slow for me to watch. 

“And how are you gonna do that?” I murmur, letting my lips brush onto his. 

Let my hands move to his neck, holding it lightly as I let my fingers play with the ends of his hair. 

“I plan on apologizing. First with my fingers,” his raspy voice speaks promisingly,” he places a featherlike kiss onto my top lip. 

“And finally,” he grinds his hardness onto my spread legs, making me whimper. 

His lips move to my neck, kissing so distressingly slow down across my jaw, licking and nibbling at the skin. 

I pant heavily while he hums against the base of my throat. “I’m gonna make you come so many times, you’ll be begging me to stop,” he smirks. 

Jughead cocks his head up. His hand moves to my jaw, holding it lightly. I feel his thumb come in contact with my lower lip, brushing his thumb over the soft skin roughly from one side to the other. 

“— and you’re gonna love every second of it, right princess?” 


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Silver Storm (9/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: Bucky x reader  , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst, SMUT , fluff


                                                      Chapter 9

   “Hold still or I’m going to end up poking your eye, you big baby.” Bucky keeps fidgeting under your hands as you try to apply eyeliner neatly to his lids.

 "Or we can just not put makeup on me,“ he grumbles.

“You lost fair and square, sweetheart. Don’t make a bet if you’re going to back out of it.” What a big fucking baby. He mimics you in a high voice, pulling a laugh from you. You return to trying to finish his makeup despite his inability to hold still. You finish ten minutes later and you back away from him, capping your eyeliner. You tilt his face up towards you, biting your lip to hold off the laughter at his defeated expression. You gave him perfectly winged eyeliner and applied a lengthening mascara that seemed to really do the trick. You only applied a little blush and a light layer of pink lipstick stains his lips. After an hour of him begging you not to do his hair, you settle on just putting into two lazy buns on the sides of his head.

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful, doll?” You can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“You’ll pay for this, y/n. Just wait.” You roll your eyes, taking his hand and dragging him out of your room.

  When you enter the TV room, the entire team was there, and all eyes fell onto Bucky.

“Oh this is fucking gold,” Sam bursts out laughing resulting in Steve doing the same, whipping his phone out and snapping a quick picture. Bucky goes to throw himself at Sam but you tighten your grip on his hand.

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“That is the only picture to be taken, understood?” you threaten. You receive nods in return. Have to at least try and save his pride. You hear snickers coming from the team as Bucky parts from you to go to the kitchen. Sam smacks his ass as he passes, a smooth whistle leaving his lips.

“Damn Barnes, you and Y/n are one pair of gorgeous ladies.” The room breaks out into laughter, no one bothering to hold back any longer. Bucky glares at Sam but that doesn’t stop Sam’s happiness.

“Alright alright. Come on Buck, let’s go wash that off. I think you’ve been punished enough for one day.” He follows you right on your heels like a sad puppy.

You hear Steve yell from the tv room behind you, “Maybe next time Y/n will let you win, pal!” I still can’t believe I beat him.

 You pull Bucky back into your bathroom, beginning to gently wipe off the makeup. As you do, you replay the fight from earlier in your mind.


    “Okay guys, start on 3. 1…2..3!” You and Bucky begin circling each other on the mat.

“Come on doll, show me what you got.” He keeps his eyes locked to yours. You know he isn’t going to make the first move so you bite the bullet and do it yourself. You lunge forward, aiming a punch at his abdomen. If you assumed correctly, this should sway the fight your way. And it does. He blocks your fist, pushing it to the side. As he does, you crouch down, sweeping his legs out. He barely catches himself, standing up a little wobbly.

“So you want to play dirty?” he asks.

“That’s the only way to play, honey. ” You wink back at him. He moves first this time, throwing a high kick. You duck out of the way and grab onto his hand. You use all of your strength to swing your legs up and around his neck to throw him back down to the floor. It’s always been your favorite move to use against someone; there’s something empowering about choking someone with your thighs. You successfully bring him down, clenching your thighs just to get the point across that you can do serious damage. You don’t want to hurt him or risk losing control of yourself in the environment you’re in right now. Last thing you want is to seriously hurt him because soldier mode kicked in. He looks up, locking eye contact with you from between your thighs, a devilish smirk appearing.

Originally posted by lilsonbucky

“You know, I wouldn’t have objected if you said you just wanted me between your thighs, Мой маленький микс (my little minx).” You roll your eyes, squeezing a little tighter. He moves his arms up, brushing his fingers against the part of your stomach he can reach. You shriek at the contact, the way his fingers brushed tickled you enough to let him go.

“That is so unfair! Who the fuck tickles someone in the middle of sparring, you dick!” You’re still trying to catch your breath, nearly having a heart attack from even the idea of being tickled. He tackles you before you get a chance to move, knocking you onto the floor. He settles on top of you, pinning your hands above your head.

“Looks like I win, dollface. And I think I know exactly what I want.” You see a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think so.” You lift your lower half, grinding it against his. You see him suck in a breath, his grip on your hands faltering. He lifts his hips from you slightly, barely leaving enough room for you to gain the upper hand. You knew that would catch him off guard and you take advantage of it. You pull your knees up, hardly fitting them through the gap he left when he raised himself up. You press your knees to his chest and launch him off you and onto his back.You immediately throw yourself over him, straddling his lap and pinning his hands. His eyes are wide and lips parted. You lean down, catching his earlobe between your teeth.

“Looks like you’re losing your touch, Мой маленький микс (my little minx),” you whisper. He growls when you repeat the nickname back to him.

  “Well damn, Grandpa. Looks like your age is catching up to you!” Sam shouts. You laugh, leaving Bucky a flustered mess on the floor.


   When you finish cleaning Bucky’s face, you both fall into bed. You look at the picture Sam sent you, giggling as you set it to your background.

“I can’t believe you actually did my makeup. You could have bet anything, had me do anything, and you just had to pick that?” he groans, rolling himself on top of you. You huff out under his weight.

“Barnes, I can get you to do anything I want anyways. Even if I lost, you would have let me do it to you.” You struggle trying to roll him off you. “Jesus, you are fucking solid. I can’t breathe,” you whine.

He laughs into your neck and you feel his smile against you, giving you shivers. “Are you calling me fat?” he questions, mock offense dripping from his tone.

“Well, I’m not calling you thin.”

“Damn, that’s cold doll.” You finally get him to roll off you, dramatically inhaling.

“You are such a drama queen.” You roll yourself onto him, resting your chin on his chest. You look into his eyes, studying dazzling shade of blue.

“You going to keep staring at me or are you going to do something, doll?” he playfully questions. You push yourself forward, gently placing your lips on his. You mean for it to be a little innocent kiss but Bucky pulls you deeper into it. You roll around his bed while your lips dance, switching between who is on top of who until he permanently settles himself on top of you. He grinds himself against you, both of you releasing moans.

  “You going to keep teasing me or are you going to do something, Sergeant?” He growls, kissing your feverishly. You completely give yourself over, enjoying the way he takes control. He moves his kiss from your lips down your body, removing all your clothing quickly. He begins sucking dark marks as he makes his path down your body, making you writhe underneath him.

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“Please, I need you,” you whine as he kisses your waist.

“Keep begging me, doll. Tell me what you need.” His movements become even slower, making you ten times needier.

“Please, Bucky. I need your mouth on me, I need to feel your fingers on-” You gasp as he licks a long strip along your pussy, finishing with a strong suck on your clit. Your back arches and you claw and the bedding underneath you.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, sliding two of his metal fingers into your soaking center. A long, loud moan was your only response as he begins harshly thrusting his fingers into you.

“God, I love the way you sound, the way your body reacts to the littlest touches. Does it do that just for me baby?” His fingers begin moving faster than you could have imagined. The only thing to be heard in the room is your moans, the obscene noise of how wet you are, and Buckys strained breathing. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten as Bucky’s mouth engulfs your throbbing clit. He switches between sucking and nipping at your bundle of nerves, making your eyes screw shut at the feeling of your impending orgasm.

“Buck I’m going to-” He sucks particularly hard at the moment. Your hands fly to his head, weaving through his hair and holding his head to you as you uncontrollably roll your hips against his face. He slows down his movements, gently taking your hands out of his hair.

“Doll I want to try something,” he says shyly from between your thighs. What a fucking tease, I was so close!

“Anything. Just- Bucky I need-” He chuckles, getting up to kiss you.

“Ride my face.” I’m sorry, what? Your face must mirror your confused thoughts because he lets out a hearty laugh.

“I’ve never-”

“Neither have I, that’s the point. Please?” You nod, letting him guide you into the position he wants you. You’re facing the headboard, hovering over him with a thigh on either side of his head. Oh my God, I’m going to suffocate him. He pulls your core down to his face, his tongue delving into your core instantly.

“Oh my God,” you whimper out at the new angle his tongue is hitting. His hands urge your thighs to begin moving against his face and you let him lead the pace, afraid you’ll do something wrong. That fear passes quickly, your hips involuntarily grinding against his face at a rapid pace as his mouth devours you.  

    Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you. Your thighs begin to quiver as Bucky slowly slides out from under you. When you’re positive he isn’t directly behind you, you allow your body to fall back onto the mattress. He moves himself over you again, this time his clothes not present. You pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself when your tongue tangles with his. You moan into the kiss, clawing your nails down his back. When you separate from the kiss, your eyes meet his lust blown ones, the blue barely visible anymore.

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“Bucky, fuck me. Please,” you beg, lifting your hips to his. The moment his hard cock makes contact with your slit you both let out moans. You flip him onto his back, taking his length in your hand and gliding it through your wet folds repeatedly. When he is about to say something, you fully slide him into you. Your back painfully arches at the fullness, its bordering between painfully stretching you and absolute pleasure; the latter wins. You begin slowly lifting and dropping yourself on his dick, placing your hands on his chest for support. His fingers dig into your thighs and you can tell he is trying to give you control but you want him to take it. You finally speed up, bouncing yourself on him as you roll your nipples between your fingers. He plants his feet flat on the bed and starts driving himself up into you. He hits a sensitive spot, almost bringing tears to your eyes from all the pleasure.

  “Oh Bucky,” you cry as he continues to slam his hips up. He finally loses his restraint, flipping you over and onto your stomach. He swats your ass, a surprised moan from you causes him to do it again.

“Do you like that, Y/n?” You nod, not trusting your voice. His hand slides into your hair, pulling it slightly so you’re on your knees with your back pressing to his chest. He slides his cock into you again, thrusting hard as his hands move to your chest. He holds you to him by your chest, playing with your nipples while he pounds himself into you.

“I’m so close baby, cum with me,” he whispers as he bites your ear. You release a string of profanities as one of his hands slides down to circle your clit. Both of you are spiraling through your orgasms, Bucky still holding your body to his. A sheet of sweat covers both of your bodies as you both collapse onto the bed. “Jesus Christ,” you say, trying to pull yourself together.

“I love you y/n,” he says sweetly from beside you.

“I love you too. Always have, always will.”

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss Y/n, your presence is required in the conference room. It is urgent.”

“What is it FRIDAY?” you ask. I really don’t want to move right now. “Secretary Ross is here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bucky says as he begins looking for his scattered clothes. You copy his actions, finding a pair of random sweats and a tee. When you’re both done he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you make your way to the conference room. You walk up to the conference room, seeing that the windows have been tinted. You can’t see inside like usual, making your anxiety flare. Why would they tint the windows? What is happening in there? This is what Nick warned us about.

“Calm down, we don’t know why they’re here yet, Y/n,” Bucky says before you both enter the room.  You know why they are here but you know he is just trying to calm you. Stepping through the door was the biggest mistake of your life. As soon as you both fully step in, two different sets of hands find each of your shoulders, detaching you from Bucky’s hand.

“What the hell is happening?” you hear Bucky roar, seeing him being restrained also. You hear cuffs clink close before you register the feeling of them around your wrists. Panic shoots through you. No no no no no.

“Bucky!” your scream bounces off the walls of the conference room.

I cant lose him again

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StormPilot AU: Spies

I had a lot of fun putting together the Stormpilot Cowboys AU, so decided to make another one. 

This time, we’re going spy style, starting off with Poe getting sent on a mission by Leia Organa Solo: 

He gets close to getting that vital map, but the enemy was onto him and he finds himself face to face with Kylo Ren, a man who betrayed the Resistance. Not exactly good news, but Poe manages to keep his sass. 

Meanwhile, within the ranks of the enemy, a courageous young dissenter is beginning to have serious doubts about the things he’s being asked to do, which hasn’t escaped the notice of his superiors. He’s desperate for a way out, for a life beyond causing others pain. He wants to do things that are good. He wants to be good.  

Poe stands strong against unbearable torture. He stays strong for as long as he can, but Ren has been funding highly unethical technology that pulls the secrets from inside him. He’s powerless to stop it, terrified of what the cost of his failure will be, though he knows he won’t be around long enough to see it. 

Just when all hope seems lost, a beautiful young hero defies all reason and comes to Poe in his cell. He announces it’s a rescue and together, they mount a daring escape. 

Poe, out of deep gratitude, brings this lost young man into his organization, giving him and home and purpose he can believe in at last. 

Finn becomes his apprentice. His partner. His friend. Poe teaches him everything he knows, and learns more than a few things back. He’s had partners before, had people he’s worked closely with, people he’s deeply cared about… but it’s never been quite like this. Everything about Finn is impossible, beautiful, and it does a number on his head- a head he’s always thought of as being fairly level.  


It’s the kindness that kills him. For Finn to have gone through all that he has, and still greet the world with such endless enthusiasm, to feel such raw joy over the littlest things… 

Poe feels years younger, just being around him, his bright smile and his bright eyes. 

He also thinks it’s taking years off his life, trying not to feel too much. Trying not to crack, not to overstep, or look for things that aren’t there. 

He tries to focus on the job, to keep his head down and his heart guarded. He tries hard. 

But it’s General Organa Solo’s job to know everything, and soon enough she throws it at him, says the thing out loud he’s been trying to keep at bay. With five words, she breaks down his carefully constructed walls of denial.

She reminds him of why she hand-selected him to get involved in this crazy life in the first place. She also calls him an idiot. The combination works. 

He’s scared, maybe the most scared he’s ever been- but what’s life without a little risk? 

Surprising no one but himself, and perhaps his similarly clueless partner, it pays off. 

anonymous asked:

I saw a short clip of a baby and his mom just lying on the bed as the child stared at her with that look of so much love (like a big wide smile and sparkly eyes). And i imagine baby jeon doing that to Y/N as hobi and the others say "Same." From another room

from time to time, whenever the boys needed a reality check to the littlest things in life, they look at jungkook… who looks at you.

it’s not even for a long period of time. for a couple of seconds gathered together while they’re gathered together is enough. for a four year old to remain still on you as he gazes into your eyes does wonders to the boys’ minds. they’re boggled how someone who could be running up and down the place, screaming and shouting for banana milk every five minutes could remain calm and look like a child who has found peace.

who probably does, in you.

jungkook smiles when you are too, stroking the back of his head and cooing his name in a way that shakes everyone to their bones. jungkook chuckles and is unable to respond, only bright eyes crinkling into crescents and laughter ringing into the air at how happy he is just to hear your voice.

((at the corner of the room, there’s jung hoseok who vocalizes everything even if it ruins the moment.

“honestly, same.”

“all she did was call his name,”

“and i’d die in a heartbeat if she calls me like that.”

“y/n do us a favor. call hobi by his full name.”))

-sooooo…
-YANDERE JEONGHAN, huh?
-higkey, thinking not only of his motherly nature but also how he can be a swindler at times…and in general
-you got yourself a protective yandere
-protecting you from anything and everything
-yes, even the littlest things
-“Stop following me around my own house, just get away from me!”
-“You know I can’t do that, honey.”
-Literally just makes you just sit down, in one place, while he does everything for you.
-it sounds like the high life, not being able to do work…
-no, it’s like you’re trapped in a prison which is your own house
-his only exceptions are obviously the bathroom
-otherwise, if you move…
-*shudders* should i go there?
-“i can be your angel…or your devil.”
-so protective, it’s like you’re just a doll
-but to him you’re his everything
-you slowly start to become crazy, trapped in your own thoughts from him not letting you go anywhere

anonymous asked:

obviously i love all of my girls but who do you think out of all the liars, including mona (janel), is the best actress?

Right of the bat, top three is: Troian, Sasha, and Janel. All three of them can NAIL intense, emotional, and dramatic scenes and move you as a viewer. I want to say those three are nearly on the same level from what we’ve seen.

• Janel made her performance in 7x19 her bitch. I honestly feel like she’s slept on when it comes to overall recognition.

• Troian has always been a top dog on this show, rightfully so. I will never forget Druggie!Spencer and how she played the hell out of that arc.

•Sasha is also so, so good when she has to deliver. My favorite aspect about her is how she’s in such control of her face that just the littlest thing she does evokes emotion. I love how in 7x19 when she watched Mary confessed to killing Jessica, Sasha’s face said more than words could ever speak. You can actually see the breaking in her heart just through her stare.

Anyone remember that Grey’s Anatomy episode 12x09, “The Sound of Silence”, where Meredith got injuried and she couldn’t speak throughout 98% of the entire hour so everything was focused strictly on her facials and body language all episode? 

Even if you’re not a Grey’s watcher, I highly recommend that episode because of its greatness from the silent acting to the cinematography. That damn performance (along with others) won Ellen Pompeo that People’s Choice award in 2016. I could DEFINITELY see Sasha doing something like that - just telling a story through her face, no words. Just because she’s so good at it!

This year for the Teen Choice awards for best drama tv actress the nominees are Lucy, Troian, Ashley, Sasha, Shay, and Bella Thorne. No shade or anything but I would have yanked Shay or Ashley out and put in Janel instead. She deserves so much more. But those 3 are my girls - can’t even pick between them

anonymous asked:

Can you write something about someone from the Batfam finding out about Cass love fro ballet?

You didn’t specify what you wanted exactly and since I’m in my “I want to be a writer” phase I picked the option of writing my second Fan-fiction ever, but unlike my first Fan-fiction this one is written in a regular way without using Bullet points. Which was hard because the story centered around Cassandra who I’m the least expert on from the Batfamily, but I think I did a decent job if I do say so myself.

But enough of the introduction, here’s your 1,200 words fanfic:


Cassandra Cain glanced behind her a couple of times as she quickly skipped down to the lower parts of the Batcave’s huge training mat, with Barbara’s borrowed Beats speakers in her hands. For today her training was a little bit different than her usually training.

As she gave the last glance behind her to make sure that’s she was truly alone for the day, Cassandra put the pink speakers above Damian’s wooden training dummy and pressed play to turn up the song that she chose from YoutTube earlier. She didn’t know the name of the song or its artist, she simply just typed “Ballet Song” on the search bar and then picked the one she liked the most.

She stood in the middle of the mat listening to the beat and rhythm of the song and trying to come up with suitable moves to go along with it. So after a few seconds of standing there she begun to slowly move her right arm and leg, and shortly afterwards their left counterpart joined them to form a movement that was as similar as possible to the Ballet students from Gotham’s Academy that she often spied on- Kept an eye on while they were walking the night streets on their way to their home.

Unlike those students, Cassandra of course didn’t have any coaches, so she can’t really tell if her dancing, if you could call it dancing, was decent or not. But what she can tell you is that she fairly enjoy it. The concept of using her body to create art that can not only please her but also other people in a positive way was both a new and welcomed feeling to her.

As the minutes went by Cassandra lost her self to the simple yet charming melody of the random song she found on YouTube (She was never picky when it comes to music) The instruments of the song and the sound of her feet repeatedly hitting the ground made Cassandra stop noticing her surrounding with her sight, hearing and other senses. And made her start noticing life with her soul.

But apparently her soul needed an appointment with the Optometrist because the owner of the training dummy was standing next to it right now.

Damian smashed his finger to silence the amateur music coming from the speakers to stare disappointedly at the woman in front of him. Cassandra Cain, The League of Assassins best prodigy (before his time of course) was frozen in her place looking at him with eyes of a deer caught in headlights. Definitely not a look that would be encouraged in the league.

“Cain,” he started. And Cassandra didn’t know how to respond to that. She had no idea how the boy slipped past her. She did know that Damian, like her, was trained in the art of assassination so his stealth level was a lot higher than all of the others…but still. To think that her awareness of her surrounding chose to disappear now of all times and to think that the person that slipped past it was Damian Wayne of all people. Today wan’t her day was it?

“Damia- Robi-” She didn’t know what name to use. Technically they were still at home and there was no outsiders around so it should be ok to call him by his real name, but at the same time he was still in uniform so shouldn’t she call him by his Superhero name? But then again when isn’t this boy wearing his Robin costume?

“What was that?” he harshly asked her before she could figure out a name to use.

“…What?” 

“I said,” he begun a little louder than before, while putting his hands on his hips in a challenging manners “What was that pitiful show you just did?”

Cassandra wondered if Alfred the Cat was as stealthy as his owner because she honestly felt like a cat just got her tongue.

She looked around her hoping to see if anyone else was here, if Alfred the human or maybe Barbra would come in and save her from this humiliating situation. Cassandra was never good at these type of things. A.k.a defending yourself with your tongue. Why would she? She was an assassin turned vigilante, you really didn’t need to be a sassy person for either of those jobs (But it’s optional in the later) If someone did you wrong you simply get back at them with your blade not with words.

But standing in front Bruce’s judgmental off spring. Cassandra wished she focused more in the ‘Insults’ department while learning the English language, because even though his combat level was near her’s, his speech level was light years ahead of her. So there’s no way she could come up with a good come back to defend her self from this mini-Shakespeare.

As Damian took off his cape, gloves and mask she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe his verbal assault would turn into a physical assault? So then she would actually have a good excuse for knocking him out. And hopefully he wouldn’t remember what he saw and her dirty secret would still remain a secret, maybe even dirtier than before.

But unfortunately for her that’s not what Damian did. What he did do was slowly walk in circles around her with his hands behind his back and head held high. It kinda reminded her of the way the Ballet instructor in Gotham’s academy would walk while criticizing her students.

“Bended knees, low arms and that crouched back!” he listed all the flaws in her dancing. That was also another thing the Ballet instructor from the academy did. Cassandra blinked at that a couple of times. She wondered if this’s how American kids insulted each other? No wait, Damian isn’t an American, nor is he really what you would consider a ‘kid’.

“And your pointe technique?! Agh!” and then he did that ‘tt’ thing he always did. Cassandra always wanted to know how he does it.

“…P-pointe technique?” she dared to ask. Quite frankly this is the most intimidated she ever been from any of her brothers, and ironically it was from her littlest one.

“You don’t know what’s a pointe technique?” he face-palmed himself at her question, and then sighed “It basically mean standing on your toes. Like this,” and just like, that the great son of Batman stood in his tipsy toes. In a really impressive way if Cassandra had to say. “Considering you fascination with the art of Ballet I’m sure that you’re very knowledge about it, am I correct?”

She shook her head in a ‘No’ manners while her eyes were glued on his small feet in total awe.

Damian let out another sigh and a ‘Tt’ (God he really need to teach her how to do that) before he brought his feet back to the ground and gave her a long hard examination look. “We got a long way to go” he said.

“We?” she asked.

“Yes, we, since you are in an obvious need of a teacher” he said as he took off his red Robin vest and revealing the black undersuit that he wore underneath. It kinda reminded her of the tights that the few male dancers in the academy wore. “Now go and pick another song from Gordon’s speakers while I do my stretching”

Cassandra gave a happy gasp and then wasted no time into running to the speakers.

“AND THIS TIME PICK A BETTER ONE!” Damian yelled from the ground where he was doing a split.

Count on Me

Request:  Can you do a Mishaxreader thing where he didn’t realize he was in love with the reader until he sees her as she starts singing “count on me” by Bruno mars to one of his kids who are upset and crying? Maybe at a con or on set? And have someone point out that he’s staring and he needs to man up and say something before someone else does

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Oh the flufffff

Word Count: 994

Originally posted by beyond-the-nights-world

Misha had taken his daughter, Maison, to the convention with him this weekend, making for a very tired, and very grouchy dad and his little girl. The littlest of things could upset his daughter right now, and if he’d been honest with himself, he was getting upset over small things himself. He was newly divorced, and seeing his kids most of the time with his work schedule meant taking one or both of them along with him on the weekends; and conventions were the worst.

So here he was in the green room, after his panel with his screaming three year old. She’d decided that since they didn’t have any pink cups, that she was going to throw a full on tantrum. After ten minutes of screaming, the tantrum had become less about the cup and more about nothing.

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heyyy sugar anon! thanks for sending all these requests to my inbox! (/^▽^)/ I wanted to keep these together, so I made a separate post hehe.

I hope you like it!~ it might be bad cause this took me too long ugh @ myself…but its long wow


zen

  • at first, he thought it was one of their quirks that he didn’t really mind
  • like, he thought it was cute how talkative they got and then got all embarrassed
  • but then it started happening more and more often 
  • the silent periods got longer and mc would apologize more often
  • now zen was getting kind of worried 
  • i mean, they apologized for bumping his hand while trying to get to the remote
  • “mc?” zen called. “..yes?” “why don’t you talk more? is there something you’re not telling me?”
  • and it was a simple, worried question, but mc was suddenly reminded of their parents
  • they would ask the same question, among harsher ones, to them all the time. “are you hiding something from us?” “why don’t you tell us? you know that you can tell us anything” “i can’t believe we raised a secretive child.” 
  • they’ve been quiet for a while now, so zen whispers, “mc?”
  • and they start crying
  • zen freezes for a second. oh no no no what did he do
  • he moves a hand up to mc shoulder, moving only a bit closer. “babe, are you alright? what’s wrong?”
  • it takes a bit, but mc manages to tell him about their parents
  • zen is full of Regret and apologizes at least 10 times 
  • they have a heart to heart on the couch and find out how much they actually relate to each other
  • ams is,,still salty about his family who o ps
  • the day ends with them going back up to the roof, looking at the stars and with a plan to work to get forward together

yoosung

  • ok hold up i did this one last so this one might s uck its late and i lost the idea i had for this :((
  • yoosung apologizes for a lot too
  • but not as much as mc
  • and he’s also way more talkative
  • it makes him sad when mc brings themselves down and doesn’t finish what they got so excited about
  • he’d always try to bring it back. “no, mc! tell me! i want to hear all about it”
  • mc always blushes and continues
  • but this person at school messed that all up
  • they answered with one word sentences to everything
  • “mc..? are you alright?” “yes.” “did something happen today?” “..no” “are you telling me the truth?” “…..maybe” 
  • he finally gets them to spill
  • and he’s so offended on their behalf omg he swears he’s gonna punch that person
  • “no, yoosung- it’s not their fault. i was being too excitable then..they just said something that reminded me of the past.” “the past?”
  • mc smiles sadly and tells him the story
  • he’s shocked
  • “mc..” “don’t worry about it, yoosung” he kisses their nose
  • “i’m going to worry about it. i want you to know that what you say means  a lot. it’s important. okay?”

jaehee

  • jaehee noticed mc had these moods
  • where sometimes they would be all excited to talk about something, but would apologize in the middle and be quiet
  • it made her unsettled
  • they were talking about one of zen’s musicals when it happened again
  • and jaehee hated to see mc like that
  • so she asked about it 
  • it was unexpected, yes, but jaehee couldn’t help herself
  • something was wrong and she knew it, especially when mc kept apologizing for everything
  • one of these days someone in the cafe was going to take advantage of that and she did not want that to happen
  • “oh..” mc answered, “im just…used to it, i guess. it’s a habit. no one really listened to me and i thought i’d get boring..”
  • jaehee immediately shushes them by putting both hands on their cheeks
  • “you could never bore me. i cherish everything you have to say. please, know that you can let go with me”
  • it takes a little getting used to for mc
  • and they only tell jaehee the real reason when they do get comfortable, but its a process
  • and jaehee is perfectly fine with that 

jumin

  • it was an accident, he swears
  • he was having a bad day at the office and off-handedly said something to mc
  • but he noticed that their mood was down for the rest of the day
  • and they would apologize for things that weren’t their fault
  • jumin only asked when they stopped talking mid-conversation, however
  • “what’s wrong, my love? are you thinking about something?” he asks
  • “oh, no. i just thought you’d have more to say”
  • they weren’t usually like this…they always had insightful comments about things
  • upon thinking back, jumin realizes his mistake
  • “…i want to hear your opinion, mc” he says 
  • “mine?” they ask and he nods. “of course. i don’t want you to feel left out. your opinion is important to me”
  • mc is speechless for a second
  • “jumin-” “you don’t have to tell me until you’re ready, my love. but please know that” 

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • it happened when he was trying to be all distant with mc
  • mc put up with a lot of what he was saying to them, but one thing in particular really hurt them
  • saeyoung just thought that it worked. he finally got them away from him. he couldn’t hurt them like that
  • but then he heard sniffling from the couch
  • ‘leave it, saeyoung. you knew it would hurt now. but they can get hurt in much worse ways’ he thinks
  • but part of him really wants to check on them…
  • he doesn’t until they refuse to each, though
  • saeyoung sighs, “mc. you need to eat regularly…to take care of your health. come on, i made you some food” 
  • and then they start apologizing, “you didn’t need to make any-” “no,” saeyoung interrupts them 
  • “yes i did. you’re not eating…you feel bad because of what i said, and im sorry.”
  • they look at him, the both of them just standing there for a bit. “did you know already?””..know what?” “about my parents.” “tell me over dinner.”
  • so they did. and he didn’t know, that wasn’t in any of the records
  • saeyoung looks at mc from across the table, frowning a bit. after this, he knows he can’t put up a front anymore
  • “okay…i’ll work on sorting through my feelings..i don’t want to hear you sniffling like that again”

v / jihyun

  • these two apologize for everything, it’s a mess
  • but v knows mc is usually more talkative than they are right now
  • he tried to engage in some sort of conversation, anything, but they would talk for a bit, apologize, and stay quiet again
  • jihyun is a bit concerned. tbh he already knew about their parents and mc knew that, but he didn’t know everything
  • “angel, are you alright?” mc nods, but doesn’t say anything
  • “mc..what’s wrong? look at me, angel. it’s alright.” he moves closer to take mc’s hand slowly and gently
  • mc sighs and turns their head to look at him
  • and the look on his face makes mc want to tell him. maybe it would help. they knew v always listened
  • “i..” they pause to sigh. “it’s not anyone’s fault, but i haven’t told the others this, and what they said on the messenger, i-” 
  • v frowned. “what did they say?” “no, no- it was nothing bad, they just..asked why i don’t talk too much..it just reminded me of my parents..” 
  • he pulled them into a hug while also logging onto the messenger
  • ‘I know you guys will see this later, but please don’t mention mc’s habits anymore. they’re insecure’
  • it wasn’t a lie, but as Jihyun Kim is known for, it wasn’t the whole truth 
  • “jihyun did you just do what i think you did?” ”..yes” *sigh*
  • “tell me. everything. i want to help you..” 
  • so they do. and he does. the right way this time

saeran

  • saeran notices right away, because he’s the same way
  • but he doesn’t know how to make it better for either of them or does he know why mc is like that
  • he hopes its nothing as bad as what he went through
  • one day, however, it got really bad for both mc and saeran
  • mc was apologizing for even the littlest of things and both were being quieter than usual 
  • basically, these two were tiptoeing around each other the whole day
  • the thing is, the stupidest situation sets this off
  • mc went to the bathroom. saeran went to get a water bottle in the kitchen, but bumped into saeyoung
  • of course, saeyoung managed to annoy him. so he went to sit back on the couch
  • mc wanted to cuddle when they got out of the bathroom, but saeran was now grumpy and kind of snapped at them
  • “can you not be so clingy and annoying?” he said, giving mc a little glare
  • mc stood there, surprised by his attitude. and they stay there for a while
  • eventually, saeran looks over at them. “are you going to sit?” he asks before looking up at them
  • and they’re wiping their tears from their cheeks
  • granted, its not a lot of tears, but saeran made the, cry
  • he stands up, “hey- i-” “please don’t say that..” mc cuts him off
  • saeran sits them down in the cuddle position they wanted before they tell him the story
  • mc is about to tell him that it was nothing and he had it much worse, but he shushed them and pulled them close. “it hurt you. that’s all that matters…we’ll take care of each other..:
The Problem with anti-bullying programs in schools

I think we as a society have more problems
than a girl who thinks she’s fat
‘cause she ate one more cookie than her personal max

and I’m not trynna give her crap
'cause if she’s goin’ through that.
well who am I to say she doesn’t matter

and I’m not trying to make waves
when I ask
ten feet away from my own grave

What about that girl?
people said she was a guy
killed herself on interstate 35?
She was only 15
had so many more dreams
more stories to tell
she was only 15

Now that’s a story your schools wouldn’t tell
'cause they don’t think it’d suit you well

And for a moment let’s think about me
what if I’m going through the exact same thing?
would your opinion of me change in its own little way?

What about the boy
the one they call a pussy
because he doesn’t like football and cussin’

he wants to die
and I think you know why
his heart is too big for his prescription for manliness

And what about the girl
who does like those things
she feels the same way
she doesn’t want to deal with the words that they say

And what about the person
who knows that they are neither
they fake a smile
and wipe their eyes
to prove that they aren’t fearful

What happens to the hijabi
who loves her religion
prays 5 times daily
of course she cries
when people act so ignorant

And what about those groups?
“It gets better” they all say

but what if it doesn’t
in it’s own little way?
Well here’s my littlest way
of saying,
hey, it’s a bit better today

'Cause maybe you too found something to relate
in a poem about bullying and hate

~ C.A.

Imagines #7- Cute Jack Gilinsky Imagine

Y/N

It was the start of a new semester, I had walked out of the office with my new schedule and started making my way towards my first period. Nothing much had changed about my schedule besides my last period, which was changed from one elective to another. Crafts was never really my thing, and I’m much more content with being a teacher’s assistant anyway.

My first period went by quickly, the bell rang, and I began walking towards my English class. This class was one of my favorites, not because I like the subject, although English has always been one of my strong suits. No, this class was my favorite because Jack was in it. Jack  is one of my best classmate friends. You know those friends that you have in your classes, you get along really well, and are pretty close, but you never really hang out outside of the classroom? He’s one of those friends, and he makes my classes substantially more fun and entertaining. Although, I feel as if we drive our teachers insane with all of our inside jokes, and talking.

As I approach the classroom, I see Jack waiting for me outside of the door, making me smile as I take in his appearance. He’s literally the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever seen. He looks up, we make eye contact and he smiles at me as I do in return.

“Hello friend…” I shoot him a cheesy grin as I walk up to him. He smiles, rolling his eyes and grabbing the coffee out of my hand, taking a drink.

“Hello pal.” He smiles, sarcastically, handing back my drink.

“Wow, it’s like you never get tired of stealing my coffee everyday…” I laugh, he smiles, and opens the door for me before following me to our seats in the corner of the classroom. We sit down, our English teacher began talking about the assignment we’ve been working on in class as I grabbed my unfinished work out of my backpack.

The classroom fell silent as our teacher instructed us to continue our essay. Suddenly, I feel Jack reach over, pinching the back of my thigh, and making me jump up. I look back at him, smiling and smacking his shoulder as he laughs mischievously. A few moments later, Jack pinches my thigh again, making me jump up, and yelp a bit as he bursts out laughing.

“Can you fuck off?” I scoff, playfully as he tries to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth with his sleeve.

“Jack, Y/N, is everything alright?” Our teacher, Ms. G asks, already looking annoyed with Jack and I. We both nod frantically, trying not to get our seats moved, although we know she would never move us away from each other. A short while later, I feel Jack tap on my shoulder, I turn to face him.

“Hey, Y/N, did you finish the assignment for Mr. B’s?” He asks, holding an assignment from our third period, another class that we have together. I grab the packet from him, scanning it for a second before nodding, as I grab it from my backpack, handing it to him.

“Thank you, friend…” he smiles, sarcastically, making me laugh.

“Yeah, yeah… No problem.” I smile as I watch him sloppily copy my paper.

“You look pretty today, by the way…” Jack says out of nowhere, catching me off guard.

“I look the same as I do everyday…?” I laugh, confused as hell.

“And you look pretty everyday.” He says, quietly, still not making eye contact with me as he pretends to be paying attention to the work. My cheeks burn bright red as I bring my knees to my chest, clutching onto them, and trying to hide my smile.

“Well, thanks…” I murmur, unsure of what to say as I’m the worst person when it comes to accepting compliments.

The bell for break rings, Jack hands me my paper as we both clean up our stuff. I sling my backpack over my shoulder, saying goodbye to Ms. G as Jack and I walk out the classroom. We nod goodbye to one another as we walk to our separate friend groups.

As break went by, I would occasionally look over at Jack from across campus, catching him already staring at me. We both turn away, looking down as if it never happened, blushing and smiling. The bell rang as I began walking towards my third period after saying goodbye to my friends. Jack and I met at the door as we waited for our teacher to come unlock it. Mr. B arrived after about a minute or so, unlocking the door, and letting us in the classroom. Once again, Jack held the door open for me, following me into the classroom, and to our seats.

He sits to the right of me, pulling our desks together as he usually does as I get the work out of my backpack. I begin doing my work as Jack gets sidetracked by the littlest of things. Suddenly, I felt Jack rest his head on my shoulder, peaking at the work I was doing.

“What doing?” He asks playfully, dragging out his words. I smile, continuing my work as he watched over my shoulder.

“My work…” I laugh, looking at him through my peripheral. He had his head resting on my shoulder as he stared intently at my work, spacing out a bit.

“Oh…” he says quietly, pausing for a moment. Our third period went by quickly, the bell rang as I packed up my things. Jack held the door open for me, and began walking me to fourth period as we talked about all the annoying people in our previous class. We walk up to my fourth period, standing to face each other as we stayed silent for a moment.

“So, I’ll meet you after last period?” Jack asks, awkwardly, his hands shoved in his pockets. Everyday, Jack and I meet at my class after school, but I totally forgot to tell him I changed my class!

“Oh!” I exclaim in realization, making him jump. “I changed my last period! I’m a TA for Ms. E now!” I continue, a weird grin forms on his face.

“Dude! I have Ms. E for art last period!” Jack says excitedly, making me grin.

“Oh my god, that’s dope!” I smile, getting really happy at the thought of seeing him more. The late bell rang, Jack hugs me quickly before running off to his next class. I smile, my cheeks burning red as I walk into class.

When last period came around, I walked into class, Ms. E looks at me and smiles. I had her class last year, she’s a really good teacher and I get along with her a lot. She stands up, checking my schedule before hugging me.

“Oh it’s gonna be so nice to have you in my class again!” She smiles.

“Yeah, so do you have anything you need me to do?” I ask, looking around the classroom. She pauses, thinking for a bit before speaking again.

“Oh, you’re gonna hate me…” she smiles, looking in her bag. Immediately, I knew what she wanted me to do as I groaned, laughing a bit. She hands me her keys, walking across the hall as I follow behind her.

“I’m gonna have you clean the art supply office…” she says as I groan, even though I’d much rather be cleaning the art supply office than doing crafts. I unlock the door, gasping as I look at the huge mess of the office. It was nothing I couldn’t handle, it would just take some time.

Class starts, and I can hear Jack walk in late. I peak my head into the classroom to ask Ms. E a question that I really didn’t need to ask, I just wanted to see Jack. I catch Jack’s eyes as they brighten when we look at each other. He grins at me as I grin back, my face turning red as I walk back to the art supply office.

Jack G

I see Y/N walk into the class, our eyes meet as I smile uncontrollably, my heart racing. She walks back towards the art supply room as Ms. E hands out our work. As Ms. E passes my work back, I stop her to ask a question.

“Um, Ms. E, do you think I could do my work in the art supply room? I don’t think I’m going to be able to concentrate, and I really want to finish…” I say, trying to sound sincere. I just really want to see Y/N, I like her so much. Ms. E squints at me for a second, she’s not stupid and she probably knows what I’m doing, but she nods anyway.

“Don’t bother Y/N too much!” She yells as I walk out of the classroom. I laugh shaking my head as I walk across the hall. I pause as I reach the door of the art supply office, my heart racing as I go to open it.

Y/N

The door opens, I look up from my work to see Jack walk in and close the door halfway behind him. He smiles at me as I look up at him confused.

“What are you doing in here?” I scoff, laughing a bit as he sits down on the rolling chair in front of the table.

“Ms. E said I could do my work in here…” he smiles, waving his paper in the air before placing it on the table.

“Oh, okay. Well I’m cleaning, so try not to bother me…” I say, not realizing how rude that sounded until after I said it. His mouth drops into a frown as he pouts a bit. I continue cleaning the room.

“Come sit down with me, she’s not expecting you to be done today!” Jack pouts, I shake my head.

“No, I want to get this done so I don’t have to do it the entire semester.” I scoff, Jack rolls his eyes.

“Why do you always take things so seriously?” He asks, sincerely, I pause for a moment. I ignore him, trying to get my work done. As I pass him, I feel him grab my arm, pulling me onto his lap as I yelp a bit. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him as my cheeks burned red.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, awkwardly. Our faces were so close as we just sort of stared into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t know… It just felt like something I needed to do.” He says, quietly. “You know, sometimes I really want to kiss you…” he says under his breath, his cheeks turning red as he obviously didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Then do it…” I say quietly, biting my lip. He cups my face in his hands, bringing it towards his and connecting our lips. My stomach fills with millions of butterflies, my heart racing as our kiss intensifies. I place my hand at the back of his neck, pulling him as close as I could.

I wanted it to last forever.

Jack G

Kissing her was the best feeling I could ever possibly imagine. It was something entirely new, that I had never felt before. I could kiss her forever. She made my knees weak, and my lips tingle. Fuck, I like her so much.

“WHOA!” Y/N and I jump apart to see a very surprised Ms. E standing in the doorway. Y/N hops off of my lap, her cheeks glowing red as the three of us stare at each other in shock.

“No!” Ms. E uttered out, awkwardly. “That’s very… bad! Jack go back to the classroom!” She yelled, obviously unsure of what else to say. I stand up, turning towards Y/N and kissing her once more before heading back to the classroom.

“Sorry, Ms. E…” I mumble quietly, laughing a bit. I walk back into the classroom, Jack and Sammy look up at me. They both begin laughing as I sit in my seat.

“What?” I furrow my brows at them.

“Nice lipstick, Gilinsky…” Johnson laughs, I wipe my mouth and check the back of my hand. Sure enough, Y/N’s lipstick was on my hand. My face turned red as I smiled, wiping my mouth.

Totally worth it…

i know that regardless of however many words i attempt to use to convey my feelings for hobi, no amount of them could even come close to expressing just how much he’s affected and influenced my life so positively just by existing, just by being who he is each and every day, just by being such a wonderful and unstoppable force of nature that i can’t help but stop to catch my breath sometimes, in a vain effort to keep up with him. but i can still try. (warning: this is. a huge cornfest.) 

before i had even gotten into bts, i was immediately drawn to hobi. there was just… something about him, something that made him stand out so blatantly at a time when i didn’t pay too much attention to idols, at a time when i least expected it to happen. and yet, it was undeniable. on a surface level, i suppose that my attraction could’ve been attributed to the gleam of his smile, to the incomparability of his beauty, to shine that catches his eyes when he laughs. but, even though i hadn’t a clue what it was it at the time, it was something else entirely: his warmth. 

there’s just. this unmistakable warmth to hobi, something that permeated through my screen before i even properly knew him, something that envelops and radiates off of him like air, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, to this day. it’s so rare to find someone like that–someone that is so warm and genuine and lovely that you can just feel it before properly knowing them, without any preconceptions or ideas. and it’s even rarer to find someone like hobi, whose warmth is so overwhelming and all-encompassing that it shines through him and passes through those around him, those watching him, those loving him. even more beautiful still is that he’s completely unaware of it, unaware of his effect on others. 

he does’t even realize the force of his impact, in the littlest things he does: always working to improve his craft because he believes his fans deserve the absolute best version of himself, caring for and worrying over his members even when he himself is overworked and weary, taking it upon himself to project a hopeful image not only for his group but for the world, even if he feels less than, because he’s so aware of the power of positivity that he wants to harness his own to help others in any and every way he can. and he does this with such humility, such selflessness, that it’s almost very hard to believe, sometimes, that he’s here, he’s real. 

i’m just. so lucky to experience his warmth in my life, every day, seeping through my bones into the deepest pit of my belly, without so much as expecting or deserving it one bit. i don’t even know hobi personally, yet he does so much to and for me that i feel so fortunate to be caught in his orbit, one of the many planets to his blindingly brilliant star. 

happy birthday, jung hoseok. may this be the best of many many many more. 

The Littlest Winchester - Cute

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 508

Sentence: “IT’S NOT COMING OFF!”

Story:

   Every time Dean takes his four-year-old daughter to the store, without fail, she asks for stuff. Sometimes it’s incessant and never ending, sometimes it’s for one or two things, but rarely does she throw a tantrum. When she does, it tends to be the pouting, cold shoulder sort; she hasn’t had a complete breakdown since she was three. Mostly she listens to his no’s and that’s that.

   “I like that shirt,” she announces. “Can I have it?”

   “Nope.”

   “I would look cute in it.”

   “You look cute without it.”

   “Please?”

   “No.”

   “Pleeeaaase?”

   “Noooo.”

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Sunday Mornings

Originally posted by forursmiles

↳ Namjoon x Reader

• Word Count: 5k

• Genre: Smut/No Story

• A/N: It’s been a while, so I pieced a Namjoon smut for you guys. Im gonna be working on Yoongi and Hoseok stories guys :’) so yeah! I won’t be writing for a while after finals however. Also this was really fitting because its Sunday when I finished this & Namjoon’s vlive last night lmao

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