it feels too good to stop

I have been trying to find my ex in every guy i meet, half of me knows that there’s no one like him, no one will ever be him. My ex wasn’t the best, he had his faults, he could’ve done more, but I could’ve done more too. Anyway, guys are just jokes to me right now because I know they aren’t capable of becoming the person i want, my ex. 


Kisses don’t feel as  good, hugs are pointless and lack any hint of affection. I’m scared the rest of the kisses and hugs i give will continue to feel empty. Every kiss I’ve had since hasn’t felt right and I’m not too sure how to fix that. I wish I would stop thinking about him. I wonder if he thinks of me.

ever since my meds stopped working i’ve been compulsively deleting my posts minutes after i make them. will i delete this one??? only time will tell.

jk i’m gonna make myself not delete this one.

Babby Steps

my lil tips for feeling better

face:

  • wash your face at least once a day, with a cleanser and a moisturizer that works for your skin (you can add a toner and serum to the routine too)
  • keep a lip balm on you at all times
  • please try to remember to brush your teeth. i know, you’re very sleepy and your bed is very comfortable, but still
  • try out some face masks every once in awhile!

hair:

  • find a shampoo and conditioner that really works for you and makes your hair smell nice
  • try to skip using the heat tools and embrace the natural look, your hair will thank you for it
  • deep conditioner? hair masks? argan oil? go for it
  • for those of you with long hair: keep a hair tie on you at all times

hands:

  • keep a small hand cream in your purse to keep your hands from getting dry after washing them
  • maybe keep a cuticle cream in your purse too? (it really helps me stop picking at my cuticles because this motion is actually a good kind of fidgeting instead of harmful, and it keeps them from drying out in the process)
  • paint your nails a light beige/pink neutral color. it’s subtle but looks so elegant and goes with everything

body:

  • moisturize!!!!! after every shower!!!! whether it be lotion or coconut oil or what, it’s important!! dry skin is uncomfortable and does not make you feel better
  • find a perfume you like and spray it on whenever you need a lil pick-me-up. smelling nice = feeling nice
  • take a multivitamin every! day!
  • and take your medications! don’t forget!
  • try to incorporate eating something kinda healthy every day (maybe just one fruit! that’s all!)

things i love about Bakugou include:

  • his adorable spiky hair
  • his orange/red eyes
  • his eyes are so pretty??? he’s got long eyelashes and they’re just… so damn pretty…. wtf
  • he’s just so pretty and he looks like a tiny, angrier version of his mom and that’s adorable
  • his adorable baby sideburns
  • his BUFF ASS ARMS
  • how fucking creative he is with his powers?? like?? he’s so good at controlling his explosions and coming up with super creative ways to use them???
  • his adorable little cocky smirks
  • his “i give no fucks except actually i do but i will never fucking admit to it so shut your fucking mouth before i blow your ass up” attitude
  • how he’s an angry crier and super emotional 
  • how he’s actually pretty chill too??? when he’s not pissed off????
  • how he shows kindness by being an aggressive, angry little shit
  • how he’s a little shit in general
  • mr. “only time he smiles is when Deku gets punched in the nuts” 
  • and then he calls the kid cute
  • Bakugou no
  • how he doesn’t wear socks
  • his dumbass baggy pants. child. child pull up your pants. please. 
  • his tanktops
  • how he shows off his teeth when he’s in battle as if he’s trying to intimidate his opponents by showing his teeth like animals do
  • how tiny he looks with sleeves on but then he looks fucking hUGE in tank tops 
  • his dumbass adorable little description for his hero outfit (including KILL WITH MY KNEES and SOMETHING AWESOME!!!)
  • also his shitty little doodles of himself and the how he actually kinda sucks at art when he’s so good at everything else
  • how he’s SUPER SMART but doesn’t know how to friend
  • HOW HE’S 3RD IN THE CLASS he’s mr. blasty angry guy but BOY DON’T LET THAT FOOL YOU BOY IS SMART AS FUCK
  • “how does one show concern? oh, i know, by telling them WATCH YOUR DAMN SELF”
  • how he admires All Might so much and wants to be just like him and has built his entire view of heroes on the person he admires the most b/c in the end he’s still just a kid and still has those pure, child-like admiration and goals ten years later and nothing is going to stop him from reaching those goals 
  • (which sometimes isn’t healthy or good but. still. he’s working on it)
  • how he comes up with dumbass nicknames for people he doesn’t care about b/c he’s too lazy to remember their names unless they catch his attention and earn his respect
  • how he’s slowly growing as a person and how he’s giving out advice to his classmates and doing it willingly and helping when they feel down and he’s slowly making friends even without really knowing how but the rest of the class is noticing that he’s not just an angry little rage machine but he’s slowly getting better and trying and they’re getting inspired by him 
  • i just love everything ok
Soulmate au: ONLY able to see color when touching your soulmate(s)

- Each of the Losers don’t learn that colors are real until they’re 10 and their minds are b l o w n

- Richie becomes super touchy because if he can find his soulmate than he can finally see these amazing colors come kids can already see

- He’s only touchy with girls

- Stan gives 0 fucks about colors, Eddie is the same way. Mainly because Eddie’s mom always tells him colors are bad for your eyes and Stan is scared of change

- Bill always tells Georgie stories that involve these mystical colors once he finally learns what they are, excited for Georgie to one day see them.

- Mike learns about it when a young lady bumps into him at the train station, and the world exploded into color for a split second. They both screamed.

- She lives in West Virginia and Mike is salty about it

- When Bill meets Eddie they terrified to hug because they’ve heard stories of guys getting with guys and girls ending up with girls and they don’t like each other like that.

- A l l the Losers are scared to touch one another in any way. Once they learn Bev is Ben’s soulmate a small bit of tension is let out of the group, and since Mike found his soulmate years ago everyone always gets pats on the back from him and hair rubs

- Stan accidentally brushes against Billy one day. A very loud gasp was heard from both once they saw colors take over their vision.

- Eddie pushed Richie for making one too many “Your mom!” jokes and after the boys stood in silence and shock for a good 20 minutes.

- Richie never lets go of Eddie now only because he wants to see the colors. The kids aren’t even sure if they have feelings for each other yet.

- Stan and Bill become the PDA couple of the group, taking Beverley and Ben’s previous title.

- “Guys stop kissing!! You can’t even see the colors when you do that!” “Shut it trash-mouth.”

- Georgie runs down to the barrens one day holding a girls hand and yelling, “Billy!! Billy your shirt! It’s purple!”

- Richie realizes that yes, he does have romantic feelings for Eddie, when Eddie starts to rant about a cute boy he knows

- The cute boy was Richie

- Everyone is super happy and loves hanging out but if you want to hear the Angst I have for this go ahead and DM me cause HOOBOY I got some.

- Feel free to add more!

... And Action! (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

anonymous requested: Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !  

Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.

Word Count: 1880

A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work

Originally posted by romanandme

Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.

Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’  even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.  

Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.

“Do ya’ know when they’re gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would’ve jumped, but now she didn’t even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.

“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.  

Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?

“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.

“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.

“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.

Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?

Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.

Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.

Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.  

“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”

Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.

“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.

“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.  

Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!

Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.

“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.

A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a  young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.

“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.

The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.

Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.

“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.  

Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”

“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.

“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.

“I’m …  fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.

2

Lance would be proud.


bonus:

…also, let’s not forget that Pidge is a savage

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Seokjin 

Jin was a bit confused when he came home to a quiet, and empty house. Usually when he announced his arrival, it would soon be followed by the pitter-patter of feet rushing to greet him with excitement. Calling out for his wife and child, Jin was once again given silence. Scrunching his eyebrows in concern, he took a moment to review if you had anything scheduled for today - soon concluding that you were staying home. At least, that’s what he thought. 

It didn’t take but five minutes for the front door to be opened once again, entering the two missing people he’d been thinking about since he walked in. Sighing in relief that the mystery was over, he turned toward the two of you with a smile - only for it to slowly disappear when he saw the look on your face. You were, unfortunately, giving him your best bitch face. 

“Is something wrong?” He finally voiced, the sniffling child in your arms making his heart clench. “Did something happen?” 

Slowly, you put down the child and sweetly instructed them to get ready for bed, that you would tuck them in, shortly. Nodding that they understood, they quickly ran for their room, not even giving Jin a passing glance. This only made his heart clench even more. Looking back at you for some sort of explanation, Jin’s obliviousness only pissed you off even more. 

“What is today, Seokjin?” He stayed silent, making you sigh heavily. “Why don’t you go take a look on the calendar, and then come ask me what happened.” 

With that being said, you headed for your child’s bedroom without another word, once again leaving Jin by himself. Scratching his head in even more bewilderment, Jin did as you had asked and made his way for the kitchen.

Saturday, November 18th. What was so special about that day? 

And, that’s when it hit him. Jin felt like the world’s worst dad in that very moment, when all he could do was blink at the date, dumbfounded that he forgot in the first place. He missed his child’s first soccer game. Not only was he wrong about you staying home all day, but the fact he even remembers saying to them this morning that he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He practically lied right to his child’s face. It wasn’t his fault that it slipped his mind, there was just a lot going on at the office, but Jin didn’t see that as a good excuse. 

Judging from the chocolate stains on their cheeks, he concluded that you two had just gotten back from eating victory ice cream - which could only mean that they won their game. Which could only mean Jin had a lot of apologizing to do. 

He could only hope that his child, and yourself, could forgive him. 

Yoongi 

Yoongi sat outside his daughter’s bedroom door in shame, it physically hurting him to hear her cry her eyes out, and he couldn’t do anything about it; probably because he was the cause of them in the first place. 

“Sweetheart, I am so, so very sorry. They held me in the studio longer than I anticipated, you know I would never do this to you on purpos-”

“Just leave me alone!” She immediately cut him off from his apology, her cries getting worse by the second. “I looked like a fool, I should have known you’d always put your music before me, no matter what!” 

That, to Yoongi, felt like a kick to the stomach. Never in his life did he think that his music was more important than his family, it never once crossed his mind. But, after tonight, he couldn’t possibly blame his daughter for feeling that way. That night was the annual sixth grade ‘Father-Daughter Dance’ at her school, which she was so excited for-for the past two months. Everyone’s father showed up; give you one guess on who ended up having to go home early due to embarrassment of not having their date show up. 

You practically chewed Yoongi out over the phone, saying how it took three bags of family sized m&ms to get her to calm down enough to remember to breathe. The both of you were livid, but your daughter felt neglected. And that was the last thing Yoongi ever wanted her to feel. 

“Mi Sun, that’s not true…you know that’s not true. My music can never compare to you, how happy you make me everyday, the joy that you bring. Sweetheart, daddy is so sorry that he stood you up, I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise. But, just know that you will always mean more to me than my music, no doubt about it.” There was silence on the other side of the door, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing, it just meant she stopped crying. “Tell you what: I won’t go to the studio all week, next week. You’ll have me all to yourself, we can do whatever you want, it’ll be a little ‘Father-Daughter’ outing. What do you say, princess?” 

Yoongi waited with high hopes, ear pressed against the door as he prayed that she would at least consider his offer. It wasn’t until the sound of her door being unlocked relieved him of any thought of rejection, soon greeted with a gummy smile that matched his own. “You mean it?” 

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone all the while picking up his little girl with his free arm, dialing Namjoon’s number without hesitation. Putting said person on speaker phone, he spoke. 

“Namjoon, I’m taking all of next week off. I think it’s time I gave my greatest creation of all time my full and undivided attention. Goodbye.”  

Namjoon 

Your two children practically cursed Kim Namjoon’s existence, they were so mad. Not only did he run over one of their bike’s that morning, but now he had just broken their game counsel they had gotten from their uncle Jungkook, by stepping on it by accident; they were enraged. 

He had promised them dessert after dinner to kind of set the atmosphere back into a lighter one, only for them to just eat it angrily as they continued to glare in their father’s direction. You tried so hard not to burst into a fit of laughter at Namjoon’s failed attempts to get back on their good side. Who could have thought that two seven year old boys could have a grown man begging on his knees for forgiveness? 

“Please, what do you want from me? I said I was sorry, what more do you want? I told you countless times to never leave your bikes in the driveway, or to leave your game counsel lying around - so it’s technically not all my fault!” 

They continued to be silent as they ate their desserts, their expressions never faltering. Finally letting out a small snicker, you speak. 

“I don’t think you’re helping your situation here, Joonie.” 

“I already gave them ice cream, what else do they want - my soul?” He exclaimed, losing all hope at this point. Namjoon didn’t like when his children were mad at him, it was one of the worst feelings in the world. He tried his best to be a good father and loving husband, and a small inconvenience like this just wasn’t sitting right. “I’ll buy you new bikes! And an even better game counsel, if you want, I don’t care. I will personally give you my wallet, if it’ll get you to stop-”

“Okay.” Hyun replied, while his brother nodded with enthusiasm. “And we want those diamond earrings that mom saw at the store a couple days ago, too!” 

“And a puppy!” Jae was quick to add in, finishing up the last of his ice cream. Namjoon looked at the two boys with wide eyes and mouth agape. When Hyun’s statement finally registered in his brain, Namjoon slowly started to glare at you. 

“You set this up, just so you could get those stupid earrings, didn’t you?” 

Shrugging your shoulders, an evil grin slowly started to form on your face as you get up to retrieve his wallet. “Hey, I’m not the one who asked for them, the boys did. Too late to go back on your word now, Joonie.” 

Shaking his head as you left the kitchen, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle as the two boys started poking at his face - back to their normal, goofy selves. 

“You two, and your mother, will be the death of me.” 

Hoseok 

He was devastated when he showed up to the school an hour late, and his little girl was no where to be seen. Hoseok frantically asked the teacher where she could’ve gone, only for him to get a look that could only be described as judgmental. What kind of father didn’t know where his own child was?

“There was a swarm of men that ran at your daughter with cameras, they chased her back into the school. She was the last student to be picked up, and they wouldn’t leave, so we called your wife. She tried your phone, Mr. Jung, but you wouldn’t answer. She is safe at home, by now.” 

A small breath of relief fell from his lips as he thanked the teacher, and apologized for the inconvenience with the paparazzi. She merely responds with ‘I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.’ She couldn’t have been more right.

As if on cue, his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, after hours of having it shut off. Hoseok visibly winces at the sight on his lock screen: 37 text messages, followed by 52 missed calls. He was definitely screwed.

Now, he found himself parked in the driveway, mentally preparing himself on how he planned on apologizing for leaving his daughter all alone in that kind of situation. She must have been so frightened, and just thinking about it made him feel even worse. 

Once he entered the house, he becomes uneasy at the silence that he’s greeted with - it making him feel like the smallest person in the world. When he made his way into the family room, there you sat in the rocking chair he had bought, for the pregnancy with your second child. The look on your face was enough to show that you were far from being happy, but your features quickly softened when you saw how wreaked his face looked. You could tell that he had been crying out of guilt, the teddy bear he had obviously bought for your daughter confirming that as well. 

“H..How is she?” He rasps, throat tight as the guilt continued to weigh on his shoulders. You shrug slightly, before taking a deep breath. 

“Could’ve been worse, I suppose. She’s a little shaken up, but nothing physically wrong with her, thank god.” Carefully, you stand from the rocking chair, one hand resting on your bloated stomach. “Hobi…what happened, where were you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.”

“I-I lost track of time, the clock in my office was an hour late. My phone had to be switched off, because I was in and out of meetings all day - I didn’t mean to forget. I-I rushed as fast as I could to the school, and when I didn’t see her, I panicked, I thought something bad had happened. And then, I had to find out from the teacher that the paparazzi went after her-why would they do that?! She’s only a little girl, they’d never go as far as ambushing a child! This is all my fault, she’s was scared and alone, I wasn’t there, and now she probably hates me!” 

“Hobi…” You tried to calm him down, the tears from earlier making their appearance once again as they cascaded down his cheeks, like a river; but he just kept going. 

“What kind of father am I? I even had to make you leave the comfort of bed-rest just so you could go pick her up, when it was my job to do so-I’m just so stupid! I don’t know what I’d do if they had laid a single hand on either one of you, it makes me sick! Doesn’t anyone understand privacy anymore? This isn’t the kind of life I wanted for you, or for our children. I want you to feel safe, and healthy and protected - I can’t even do that right!” 

“Hoseok, enough.” You raised both hands to cup either side of his face, making him focus on you. Your thumbs gently wiped away the stray tears, softly cooing at him to breathe and just to relax. “You are an amazing father, who works very hard for his family everyday. Sure, I was a little angry at how careless you were in the situation, but you’re human. You make mistakes, too. She won’t hate you, she never could, she loves her daddy far too much. Like I said, she was just a little frazzled, nothing serious. As for the paparazzi, we’ll get restraining orders - simple as that. Now, no more of this negative talk. Your princess needs her hope, her angel, to cheer her up.” 

By now, his tears had come to a stop, a small smile taking their place. Leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss, Hoseok felt so lucky to have someone like you to remind him that he was loved and appreciated. Even though deep down he still felt awful about the whole thing, it was nothing a good, long cuddle session with her brand new teddy bear couldn’t fix. 

Jimin 

I feel like Jimin would be very offended that you hadn’t brought him any treats back, sitting on the couch with an expression of pure betrayal as he watched his child munch away on yummy candies. 

“So tell me again, why you told mommy not to bring daddy anything back? Did daddy do something wrong?” The child nods their head, pouting. “He did? Mind telling me what exactly he did to make you so upset?” 

This time the toddler shook their head ‘no’, going back to stuffing their face with sweets and watching cartoons. After ten minutes of pleading for some sort of clue, Jimin finally gives up and goes to ask you what the problem is. But, unfortunately, you had no clue either. 

“They’ve just been grumpy all day, and when I offered a trip to the candy shop, that seemed to do the trick. I was going to bring you something back, but they insisted that I shouldn’t.” 

“And you listened?” He gaped. “Jagiiiii.” 

“Look, all I know is that you did something to piss off our three year old child, and I don’t exactly know how. So, you’re on your own. Think, Chim, did something happen this morning?” 

Retracing his steps on how the morning played out, Jimin couldn’t decipher anything that might have been out of the ordinary. He woke up, got dressed, came down stairs, ate breakfast - he remembers that he was running a little late for work, so he had to skip on the goodbye kis-

“Ohhhhh.” Jimin finally connected to the problem, giggling at how trivial this whole thing turned out to be. “I know what the deal is.” 

Without even enlightening you as to what he just realized, Jimin made his way back into the living room and sat right in his spot next to the toddler. Leaning downward to plant a small kiss on their forehead, he exclaims at full volume. 

“Goodbye, my little mochi, daddy loves you~!” 

You tilted your head in confusion for a moment until you, too, realized what had made your child so salty all day: Jimin never gave them their usual goodbye kiss before he left for work. Immediately, as if someone had flipped a switch, your child offered a handful of candies to their daddy, him happily taking the sweets with a wide grin. 

“Remind me never to forget goodbye kisses, ever again.”

Taehyung 

He despised being the bad cop when it came to punishing his son. Taehyung was usually the fun parent, always sneaking snacks at night and promising never to tell you, that kind of parent. But, when the foot had to come down, it came down hard. During dinner, his son was starting to get a little smart mouthy toward you, and Taehyung was not having it. He had warned him to cool it, but he just didn’t know when to quit.

“That’s it, I’ve warned you to stop running your mouth! Go to your room, you’re grounded for a month - matter of fact, make it two months for bad mouthing your mother!”

This seemed to set him off even more, as he aggressively pushed away from the table to stand, pointing a spiteful finger in your direction. “She is not my mother. She’s just some skank you picked up at some club, and decided she was good enough to keep around-”

“That’s crossing the line! Four months! Say one more goddamn thing, and it’ll be a year - do you understand me?!”

“You’re always picking her side over mine! Ever since she moved in with us, you’ve changed - she’s changing you! I don’t even know who you are anymore, no wonder mom left you! She’s gone because of you, and I hate you!”

With that being said, he finally stormed off. The dining room was left eerily silent, as the only thing that was heard was the sound of him slamming his bedroom door shut. You looked over at Taehyung, seeing that his face remained blank, but you didn’t miss the single tear that slid down his cheek. 

You knew that his ex-wife was a touchy subject between the two of them, and that whole argument definitely opened up old wounds. You raised from your seat, slowly walking over to where he continued to remain motionless as the tears just kept on falling. Leaning in close, you place a small kiss on his slightly damp cheek, easing a little tension out of his shoulder for moment.

“He didn’t mean it, Taehyung. Don’t take what he said to heart, he’s just frustrated. Give him some time, and he’ll come around. I’ll talk to him.” Giving him one more kiss, you exited the dining room and toward his son’s.

Taehyung still continued to sit there as he leaned his face into his hands, now silently crying to himself. You were amazing, trying your very hardest to be a good step-mother…why couldn’t he give you a chance?

- - -

Tae didn’t even realize that he passed out in the dining room, from possibly crying himself to sleep. He woke up to the sound of the front door being slammed shut, and a couple of hushed whispers. When his eyes adjusted, he noticed two silhouettes coming toward him, only to then discover that it was you and his son, carrying what looked to be bowls of frozen yogurt.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You giggled, walking up to him to wipe some drool off the side of his face. “Are you okay?”

Blinking a couple of times, he directs his attention to his son, seeing that he was still picking at his frozen treat while purposely avoiding eye contact. It stayed that way for a good two minutes until you decided to speak for them.

“Dae-Jung, isn’t there something you’d like to say to your father?” The preteen sighs heavily, setting his now empty cup of froyo on the table. Shuffling his feet from side to side, he finally nods.

“I..I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t mean those things that I said, I was just…angry, I guess. It’s just…mom hasn’t been returning my calls lately, and you’ve been spending less time with me, and more time nagging me. I miss how things used to be, when you were my best friend, rather than this stick-in-the-mud. I apologized to Y/n…she’s actually really cool…I guess I kinda get what you see in her…so there. I don’t hate you, and I’m glad you’re here, and I’m sorry that I-”

Taehyung didn’t even let the boy finish rambling as he pulled him into a tight hug, making sure to squeeze the life out of him to reassure himself that he was still there. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you, Dae-Jung, I just don’t want you growing up and seeing me as a pushover. I can’t have you walking all over me like you mother did. And I’m glad you’re giving Y/n a chance, you’ll love her, I promise.” He beams at you, grateful to have someone like yourself in his child’s life, and his own. “But, you’re still grounded.”

“What? WHY?” He exclaims, trying to pull away from the hug, but Taehyung wouldn’t let him as he hugged even tighter.

“Because, you didn’t bring me back any frozen yogurt.~”

Jungkook

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, with your little plus one ‘helping’ you carry the bags inside. After getting everything situated and put away, you set her in her little high chair, so she could enjoy the little treats you had bought for her - for being a good little helper. Soon, your husband walked in, hugging you from behind followed by a small peck to your cheek.

“Hello, gorgeous.~ And hello to you, my little bunny, where’s my kiss~?” Right as he went to give his princess a kiss on the cheek as well, she immediately screamed and blocked her treats from his sight. Taking a step back in shock, he tilts his head in confusion at his baby girl. 

You chuckle softly, leaning over the counter. “Looks like somebody isn’t happy with you.” 

“What have I done?” He tried again to get a kiss, only for her to scream once more, halting his movement. “What’s the matter, precious? Why can’t daddy have a kiss?” 

“No!” She chirps, shaking her head. “My kisses!”

“I can’t have just one?” She shakes her head once again. “Why not?” 

Jungkook, now in a dilemma, places his hands on his hips. It wasn’t until he noticed the empty bag of Hershey kisses that laid right next to her, did he finally realize the miscommunication. 

“Ah, no, I want an actual kiss! Not your candy, silly girl.” He giggles before puckering his lips, leaning downward until he was at her level. “Like this! Remember? You love daddy’s kisses!” 

The little one took a moment to register what he just said, until her eyes focused in on his puckered lips, blinking at them a couple of times. When it eventually clicked, she leaned forward as well until her forehead rested on his lips - allowing him to just go nuts with the tiny kisses to her head; the large amount of affection from her daddy was enough to make her giggle happily, enjoying the shower of kisses he continued to give her. 

The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt, Jungkook could be such a softball when it came to his little gir-

“Jungkook, you ass, I literally just saw you swipe some candy-”

“Shhh!” 

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gif request meme: niles/daphne + most heartbreaking scene
↳ requested by anonymous

  • Jimin: I feel like doing something stupid
  • Jungkook: I’m something stupid. Do me.

BTS (as fuckbois) Reacts: they just met you

Originally posted by fawnave

Jin

“Oh well hello. You don’t need to meet the other guys just yet. Honestly, they’re all children. Let me give you a tour of the dorm.”

::dorm tour turned into a bedroom tour::

::holds your waist, while you’re backed up to the wall::

“Tell me baby, is this what you imagined I’d be like?”


Originally posted by jimiyoong

Yoongi

::straight faced. Slight head bow to say hi.::

“Why did you choose such a low cut top to meet us for the first time?”

“You like attention don’t you?”

::walks forward, leaving only inches between your bodies::

“Don’t let anyone else but me see you like this. Go change.”


Originally posted by rapmini

Namjoon

::classic smile::

“Annyeong, I’m Namjoon.”

::let’s his gaze linger on your chest and collarbones a bit too long::

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.”

“Don’t listen to anything our three babies say. They won’t be able to handle you.”

::”accidentally” trips, pulling you into his arms and whispers into your ear::

“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget anyone else exists anyway. Meet me back here at 1am.”


Originally posted by hobies

Hobi

::stops 10 feet short of you, puts a hand over his mouth and just stares::

“YAH! JUNGKOOK-AH! DONT TOUCH THIS ONE!”

“What’s your name?”

“So pretty… my name? hahaa oh you don’t need to worry about that.”

::leads you by the hand to a nearby couch. Suddenly pulling you into his lap. Drapes his arm over your thighs and makes eye contact::

“Give me a few minutes. You’ll be calling me daddy.”


Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin

::approaches you from behind, wrapping a hand around your waist, smacking your ass with the other hand::

“So you’re our new toy?”

“I like you…” ::presses himself against you:: “do you like me?”

::low, almost sinister laugh:: “I’m going to destroy you, baby.”


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Tae

“Tae, nice to meet you.”

“Let’s get this out of the way. Who’s your favorite? and don’t you dare lie to me.”

::arms crossed, intimidating stature::

“I did some research on you when I was told your name. You run a couple fan accounts, yeah? Write a bit of fiction?”

::walks toward you until you fall trying to back away from him.::

::looks down to you on the floor::

“I’m going to make you forget about Jimin. We’ll see who your favorite is after tonight.”


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook

::assesses your frame up and down::

::stuffs his hands into the pockets of his grey baggy sweatpants::

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I won’t touch you. I won’t tell you what I’ll do to you. Because I can tell what you want just by looking at you. I’ll let my brothers completely fucking wreck you, and when you can’t stop thinking about me instead? You know where to find me.”

::takes three steps backwards, his eyes fixed on yours, before he turns and walks out of the practice room.::

anonymous asked:

HEADCANON for RFA reacting to: MC uncontrollably burst to tears after saying "I love you so much" because she loves him/her so much so dearly

D’awwwww
-After after endings-
~Mod L
 

Yoosung
♡ Panics at first because he doesn’t realize why you’re crying 
♡ When he realizes why he gets so flustered 
♡ He starts crying with you 
♡ He loves you so much too! He’s never felt this way about any in his life, and he just couldn’t believe you felt the same about him
♡ He’s also never been this happy in his life 
♡ He ends up crying more than you, and both of you end up laughing at yourselves for crying so much 

Zen 
♡ His heart completely melts 
♡ You actually love him so much you’d cry over it?
♡ He’ll pull you into an embrace, stroking your hair while he tells to you stop crying 
♡ “I know my looks have moved some to tears before but this is on a whole new level~” 
♡ Which got him a smack on the arm he knows he deserves 
♡ Even though he’ll tease you about it he had to fight back his own tears from loving you just as much 

Jaehee
♡ She gets worried and immediately tries to help you stop crying 
♡ Your her love! She doesn’t want you to cry! 
♡ When she fully realizes it’s happy tears she can’t help but start crying herself 
♡ She isn’t quite sobbing, but her face is definitely wet 
♡ You were one of, if not the best thing to ever happen to her 
♡ You took her from a person only worrying about others and stressing over work to someone who actually looks forward to each new day with you and the cafe 
♡ She’s so thankful for you, and still can’t believe you’re just as passionate about her 

Jumin
♡ He’s obviously not much of a crier himself
♡ But his entire body feels warmer and his heart feels like it’s going to burst 
♡ He can’t even find the words to describe what he’s feeling, which is something that’s never happened to him before
♡ He’s so awestruck all he could do is embrace you 
♡ He strokes your hair until he can think semi-straight again
♡ He gently pulls away to wipe the tears from your face, and spends the rest of the night telling you just how much he loves you too 

Seven
♡ Initially he panics 
♡ He wants to make a joke to make you feel better to stop crying but his mind is literally blank
♡ But it only takes him a second to realize it’s probably not a good idea as nothing was wrong
♡ You just love him enough to start crying over it 
♡ … You love him that much? 
♡ Now he’s crying 
♡ You’ve seen him at his absolute worst, and you still love him this much 
♡ He never doubted how sincere you were, but it’s completely different to see you cry about it 
♡ You both just cry over how much you love each other until he can finally crack a joke about you two, then you both spend your time together crying and laughing

college athlete!bts

author’s note: these are each a bit longer than intended, but not quite long enough to be drabbles on their own~~ if you want an extension or longer drabble of any, let me know because i’m kind of in love with athlete!bts rn. gif credits are linked under their names as cr.; none of these gifs are my own


KIM SEOKJIN
winter swimming | cr.

“I’m going to side with Jungkookie next time you chew him out for being too hard on himself.”

Your voice pulls Seokjin above the waters that engulf his body. He hears you in waves of clarity, every other word drowned beneath the pool water as he completes his butterfly lap. He swims to the edge of the pool where you’re crouched down, a paper bag in one hand, a towel in the other.

He shakes his hair gently and laughs as you flinch away. He’s beautiful like this; in this pool, surrounded by the water he claims saves him, and you argue will swallow him up one day. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he doesn’t care, as long as you keep coming around to warn him.

He sweeps his wet hair back and away from his forehead. “That for me?” He points at the towel.

“No, it’s for the other guy in the pool,” you sit down, criss cross.

“I’m jealous of him then. He’s got a real pretty girl taking care of him.”

He hoists himself out of the water and stands next to you. You were never quite sure whether Jin was made and born to be a swimmer or whether being a swimmer sculpted the body he has. Something like an Adonis; well proportioned limbs beneath layers of muscle and the perfect amount of squish, lovely all the same. He always gives himself credit for that face of his—as he should, you think, it’s a pretty one—but that body.

That body that towers above you as he dries his hair and torso, wraps the towel around his waist and extends an arm.

“No way, this kimchi is mine,” you tell him, moving the brown bag behind your back.

Jin only laughs softly and shakes his head, “No, give me your hand, love. I think it would fit in mine swimmingly, don’t you agree?”

“Seokjin,” you blink, “I’m leaving.”

“Aww, come on that was a good one!”

MIN YOONGI
winter varsity basketball | cr.

“Kind of unfair that your boyfriend’s short as a stump, but better than half the team,” a sweaty, unhappy Seungcheol sits next to you.

You only chuckle and watch as Yoongi makes another perfect swish. “He’s persistent.”

“He’s crazy,” Seungcheol counters.

“That too,” you hum, “You chose your fate when you voted him captain.”

You lean back into the bleachers and watch as Yoongi instructs the rest of the team to run play number seventeen again in preparation for their upcoming championship. Seungcheol is mid-sip of his water bottle when Yoongi calls out for him and you see his body visibly choke up.

“Choi, get off your ass, back on the court, and away from my girl.”

You snicker as you watch Seungcheol scurry back onto the court, mumbling something about how Yoongi has it out for him. His presence is soon replaced by that of your blonde haired boyfriend; he places his hands on either side of you, looks down with little beads of sweat on the side of his face, and a slight smirk on his lips.

“Hi,” he sings after a minute of silence. You can’t help but laugh, sweeping his bangs out of eyes before returning the hello.

“You should give Scoups a break, he’s’s tired,” you pout. ”Besides, I thought you wanted me to be friends with your friends.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “When I said you should make friends, I meant with Seokjin and Namjoon, not these idiots.”

“Then why’d you invite me to sit in on your practice? Jin and Namjoon are on the swim team.”

“I figured you see me all hot and sweaty, get turned on, and then we’d go home and have great sex.”

He chuckles as you hit his bicep and leans over slightly to kiss your forehead, while mumble about how greasy he is. “Alright, fine, since you care about them so much, how about I end practice early, then you and me can go grab some food?”

“What, no great sex afterwards?”

Yoongi laughs, breathy yet full. “Shutup and get your stuff ready,” he tells you before walking back to center court.

He sure is something else.

JUNG HOSEOK
spring tennis | cr.

“Come on, babe, one more round!”

Of course he’s still jumping off the walls. Only Hoseok could manage to attempt to teach someone how to play tennis in the blazing hot sun for two hours and still have enough energy to run a marathon.

“Hobi, I have a confession to make,” you huff, holding the ridiculously bright tennis ball in your hand, “I only asked you to teach me to play tennis for the aesthetic of the whole thing and because you look good in your uniform. Now can we please go back to your dorm and take a nap?”

Your words paint a heart shaped smile on his lips. He throws his head back with laughter—and suddenly it’s hard to tell whether you’re suffering because of the heat or his beautiful jawline. Probably both.

“You think I look good in my uniform?” He sniggers.

You roll your eyes, “The whole school thinks you look good in your uniform.”

He does though. He manages to not look ridiculous in his neon yellow shirt and matching tennis shoes. His calves are incredible and hidden behind his white shorts are the strongest pair of thighs you’ve ever seen. Somehow he’s pulling off his slightly transparent visor. For some unknown reason the sweatband around his wrist is attractive too. And when he swings on the ball his biceps flex and it’s a sight for sore eyes.

“I didn’t ask about the whole school, I asked you, sunshine.”

“Yes, Hobi, I just said that, stop being greasy,” you pout, “Now can we please get out of this heat?”

He laughs at your pain and if he weren’t so angelic you’d probably have already kneed him in the balls.

It’s too hot for touching but when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders you don’t push him away. “Alright, let’s go,” he kisses the top of your head and leads you off of the courts.

“For the record, you look really good in your uniform too,” he winks, “That skirt does wonders for your legs, babe.”

You take the racket out his hand and hit him atop his head, “Yah! Jung Hoseok, I told you to stop being greasy!”

KIM NAMJOON
winter swimming | cr.

You make your way around the couch and settle down next to your boyfriend who’s watch the taping of his last swim meet for the tenth time today, at least.

“Only you could set the record for fastest backstroke and still be upset, Joonie.”

Namjoon works harder than anyone you know, whether it be at his school work or training. He’s constantly on the grind to improve himself, push himself to be a little better than he was yesterday. It’s admirable, but he’s also the most self-critical person on the planet.

“He was tailing me, (Y/N). If I had been even one stroke slower, I would have lost.”

“But you weren’t one stroke slower, Joon. You won.”

“But I could have—”

“You could shutup and pay attention to your girlfriend,” you interrupt with a smile. “I made popcorn.”

Namjoon’s eyes soften and a gentle smile graces his lips. You’re an angel in his eyes; why you choose to stick with him and his self-criticism and hectic practice schedules is beyond him. He only knows he’s grateful for it.

“You know I’m not supposed to eat that,” he sighs.

“Popcorn is healthy for you! Jin told me so.”

“Pretty sure you mean pizza, not popcorn.”

“Alright, then let’s go get pizza.”

“Baby, I can’t—”

“Can’t? That doesn’t sound like the attitude of a winner to me,” you pout, and his eyes grow at your use of his own words against him. When he doesn’t say anything, only looks down at your lap and sighs, you reach your free hand to cup his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Kim Namjoon, you just broke a regional record that hasn’t been broken in thirty years and you’re telling me you can’t let your girlfriend treat you to a slice of pizza?”

He kisses you with his soft lips and smiles back. “I love you, you know that?”

You peck his lips again and run your hands through his hair, “I know, Joon. But you should love yourself just as much.”

Yeah, he thinks. You’re an angel sent from above. His angel.

PARK JIMIN
winter ice hockey | cr.

“You know, you kind of look like Elsa,” you hum.

“Like, the Disney princess?” he asks, “Why’s that?”

He takes your mitten-clad hands in his and leading you onto the ice. You stumble, but he’s there to catch you. “You know, with the blonde hair and the ice and everything.”

Jimin only smiles and emits a breathy laugh. “Whatever you say, love.”

You’re about to remark on his resemblance to the ice princess again, but Jimin soon starts skating backwards, dragging you along with him by the extension of your hands.

“Wah—Jimin, you said we’d go slow!” You yell and he makes circles around the rink, giggles flying at your distress.

“Going slow is no fun!” He quips, suddenly changing directions. The speed makes his bangs fly over his forehead and cover his eyes—and he really does look like Elsa, you think—or at least you try to think when you’re not thinking about how you’re going to die if he doesn’t stop.

“Jiminie!” you screech, as he comes to a sudden halt, holding you close to his chest. His eye smile is the only thing saving him from a serious beating right now. That and the fact that if he skated away, you couldn’t catch him in your wildest dreams.

“If you’re gonna wear my jersey, you’ve gotta go faster than two inches an hour, babe. I don’t want people thinking I’m in love with a wimp.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, then I’ll just wear Seokmin’s jersey.”

“Not a chance,” he rolls his eyes back at you.

You take in his wind brushed hair and flushed face. He scrunches his nose slightly, flashing a smile that reaches his eyes. You almost tilt your head wondering if this Park Jimin is the same boy who bodychecked a guy so hard he knocked his tooth out last Tuesday.

“Your nose is red.”

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, “It’s okay. The cold never bothered me anyway.”

No way this could be that same guy. 

KIM TAEHYUNG
fall soccer | cr.

“Gross, Tae, get off of me, you’re all sweaty and grassy!” You shove your indeed sweaty and grass-stain infected boyfriend away from you to no avail.

Taehyung only giggles into your ears and hugs you closer. “I thought you said I look hot when I’m sweaty.”

“You look hot, but you smell gross. Tae, come on, this shirt is new.”

“That shirt is mine.”

You feel the heat rise to your face and shove him again. “You can’t even be here it’s a thirty second time out!”

He finally retreats and looks at you with messy hair and a rectangular smile.

“Kim! Get back here!” His coach yells on cue. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up, and you a quick kiss to cheek before running back to his team’s side, yelling about how you jinxed it. Only your Taehyung would think it’s appropriate to run to the sidelines to hug his girlfriend mid-time out.

“You two are gross,” Yoongi comments. Jungkook agrees with him.

“They’re cute, hyung,” Namjoon beams.

The whistle is blown and Taehyung is back in action, weaving the soccer ball between his feet and past the other team. He winks at you when he scores; Yoongi is seconds from barfing up his lunch. You only shake your head and watch ahead.

Tae’s team is quick to jump on him when he scores the winning goal. They carry him off to the sidelines as the game ends and players and spectators alike begin to pack up their belongings. Tae looks at you from across the field, gloriously sweaty and grass-stained, and mouths “now?” to you.

You can only giggle and nod your head. He runs and engulfs you in a warm (and overdramatic, according to Jungkook) hug. He’s spinning you around, his giggles swirling with yours and you feel like you’re floating—all of his sweat and stains forgotten. When you stop, he doesn’t give you time to congratulate him or scold you for messing up your—his—shirt; he kisses you, happily and deeply, grime and all.

Yoongi and Jungkook pretend to vomit in the background, but he doesn’t care. “I love you,” he beams, before kissing you again.

JEON JUNGKOOK
spring baseball | cr.

There are pros and cons to dating a varsity athlete.

The pros include laying underneath your boyfriend as you “help” him do pushups and receiving a kiss each time he leans down; resting your head on said boyfriend’s toned chest; the feeling of his calloused hands ghosting along your sides while you cuddle on his futon; wearing his alternate jersey at games, despite it being too many sizes too big for your smaller frame; and cute picnic dates in the middle of an empty baseball field.

The cons include waking up at five in the morning to attend said picnic date.

“Come on, this is cute!” he exclaims as you take another bite into your breakfast sandwich. He hadn’t even opted for you two to sit in the bleachers—instead, setting up picnic over the pitcher’s mound.

You only stare back at him, thinking about what you wanna do more: kiss him or smack him. It is cute, you reason, so you won’t smack him. It’d be cuter if you didn’t have to wake up at five to do it, so you won’t kiss him either.

In lieu, you give him a soft smile. He sure is precious with that his two-row bunny smile he’s got.

Jungkook breaks your train of thought with a sudden squeal, “Ooh, come here, it’s starting.” He motions for you come over to his side of the small bump. You shuffle over, having given up on keeping your leggings clean, and sit next to him. He takes the blanket he’d kept in his lap and spreads it over your shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. (That’s another pro—those damn arms).

Jungkook points just over the edge of the top of the stadium where the sun can be seen poking out. The sky is a gorgeous yellow-orange hue as the ball of light makes it way high into the sky. You look up at him, smile as warm as the sunlight being cast on the two of you lean slightly to kiss his cheek.

“I guess this is cute,” you lean on his shoulder afterwards (pro number twenty-seven), and wrap your hands around his waist.

“Told you so,” he hums. You smile into his neck, because who would have thought star pitcher of the varsity baseball team, Jeon Jungkook would be into cheesy picnic dates and watching the sunrise?

“You’re cute,” you quip afterwards.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Jungkook, you’re my boyfriend.”

“How embarrassing.”

BTS Reaction To: Giving Them A Blowjob.

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Can you do a BTS reaction to you giving them a blowjob (individually) -

I decided to do both of these requests together as they were similar. Thanks for requesting!


JIN.

Jin couldn’t help but buck his hips as you sucked the head of his dick. If there was one thing Jin didn’t have when it came to sex, it was patience. Once you finally took his length in your mouth, you gagged around his member. Although part of him found it quite hot, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

“Princess, are you okay?”

Originally posted by jminies

SUGA.

“Take all of my cock, baby.” Yoongi murmured. Yoongi watched you as you wrapped your lips around his tip, moving your head as you took more of him into your warm mouth. “Ah - just like that.”

You knew you couldn’t take all of his length, but even so, you proceeded to attempt to take him all. You choked around his member, removing your mouth completely from him. You felt bad that you couldn’t pleasure Yoongi the way he wanted to be, and he could see the almost guilt within your eyes. Yoongi smiled reassuringly at you.

“It’s okay, baby, you did good.”

Originally posted by liemayl

RAP MONSTER.

As you gagged around Namjoon’s length, he felt even more turned on than he already was by the sight, especially as you proceeded with pleasuring him rather than pulling away. Namjoon threw his head back, letting out a deep grunt. He liked how you choked around his cock, more than he liked to admit.

“You’re doing so well for me, Kitten.”

Originally posted by piedparker

J HOPE.

Hoseok was undergoing a lot of stress, and the main reason for it was because of his upcoming mixtape. He needed to relieve some of his stress, and you were more than willing to help.

You kneeled between Hoseok’s legs as he sat on the sofa, licking the underside of his cock which caused him to let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t long before you tried taking Hoseok’s member in your mouth, attempting to take every inch of him. Soon enough, you found yourself gagging around him, not being able to take any more of him.

Shit.. ah- baby, you can stop if it’s too much.”

But, you refused to do so.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

V.

“Come on, Princess, I know you can take more of Daddy’s cock.” Taehyung muttered, staring down at you as he watched you move your mouth further down his cock. “Your lips feel so good around me, baby.”

Taehyung placed his hands on your head, bucking his hips into your mouth. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, not expecting Taehyung to suddenly take control. You gagged around him.

Taehyung stopped his thrusts immedately. “..I couldn’t help myself.” he said, sheepishly.

Originally posted by kaiinyourarea

JIMIN.

You took more of Jimin’s cock in your mouth, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. Jimin squirmed a little beneath you as he tried to stop himself from bucking his hips. Jimin was completely lost in the feeling of your lips around him, squeezing his eyes tight shut and letting out a mumbled curse. You attempted to try take in another inch of his cock into your mouth, but the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat which caused you to choke around him.

“Jagi, are you alright?” He asked. He took your answer as a “yes” as you still continued to suck him off. “Jagi- ah, fuck..”

Originally posted by baking-suga-kookies

JUNGKOOK.

After teasing the head of Jungkook’s cock with small kitten licks, you decided to take Jungkook’s member into your mouth. You tried taking as much of Jungkook’s length as you could, wanting to satisfy him and possibly even give him the best blow job he had ever experienced. However, once he hit the back of your throat, you gagged around him, but nonetheless, you still didn’t want to stop pleasuring him so you continued.

“God, Daddy loves it when you choke around his cock.”

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Leave Right Now - Harry Styles Imagine

Being back in Holmes Chapel was nice, lovely really. Even after all these years, touring the world and living in LA, Harry felt at home here. He’s smiling while driving through the back streets. He sees his old school and the bakery, then he makes it to his parents house where his family is awaiting his arrival.

“I can’t believe you’re home,” Anne grins while welcoming her son. Harry’s face squishes up against the side of her head as she hugs him tightly.

“Missed ya too mum,” he mumbles before the hug ends. “It’s nice to be here, no where to run off to tomorrow,” Harry states as he looks at his step dad and sister Gemma waiting for an embrace too.

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We Knew It!

Harry Potter Finally Owning up to Dating Draco Malfoy?

                Harry rolled his eyes at the latest cover of the Daily Prophet. Yes, he and Draco were seen a lot together but that was because they were friends. Friends. Nothing more.

                For years the media has been telling the whole wizarding world that there just had to be something more going on between the two of them. Despite the fact that since they have left school, nearly five years ago, both of them have had different partners.

                Thinking about the blonde always brought a smile to his face, they had made an unlikely friendship during their eighth year and it held strong since. Draco was honestly one of his best friends. The man had seen him through depression, breakups and many self-doubts.

                A whoosh in the distance let him know that someone was coming through his floo. He already knew that it would be Draco. The blonde was the only one who never bothered with niceties and being polite enough to give notice.

                Harry checked the time as a very disheveled Draco came into his kitchen. “Either your blind date when very well or very bad.”

                Draco glared weakly as he threw himself into a chair. “It was bloody awful. Worst date I have ever been on in my life.”

                The exaggeration had Harry rolling his eyes as he peered at his friend in curiosity. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

                “Oh, it was.” Draco argued as he closed his eyes and wished to vanish into thin air. “It went so awful that I have decided to become celibate and adopt hundreds of animals to appease my lonely, bitter heart.”

                “You hate animals.”

                Draco opened one eye. “Don’t ruin this for me.” He smiled when Harry let out a heavy sigh.

                “Tell me what happened.”          

                Despite it being a blatant demand, Draco sat up and admitted defeat. “It’s horribly embarrassing.” He warned.

                Harry smirked widely. “Good. I am in need of something to cheer me up.”

                “Why am I friends with you?” The question was worded as if Draco himself had no idea.

                “Merlin, I have no clue. I wonder that myself sometimes.”

                Draco rolled his eyes as he chose to ignore this completely. “Pansy is never to be trusted again when it comes to picking out someone of interest.”

                This wasn’t news to Harry. He himself had gone on a blind date the woman set up for him and that hadn’t been a good idea. Not at all. He was beginning to wonder if she did it on purpose.

                “The guy was decent looking enough.” The reluctance was thick. “That is if one is to ignore the blindingly bright smile that never left his face and the overly happy eyes.”

                Harry bit his lip to stop from laughing. Figures Draco would find a happy person undesirable.

                “I wasn’t really feeling the date too much but I was still willing to give it a chance. Even after he took me Marquis.”

                That had Harry wincing slightly. He knew that Draco abhorred that place. The blonde said it was a knock off of true ambiance. Somewhere only desperate people went to.

                “The conversation left much to be desired but I knew he would probably be somewhat decent in bed.” Harry snorted loudly.

                “But this all went to shite when our waitress recognized me.”

                Draco watched concern flitter across Harry’s face and he smiled softly in response. “Oh, not because of being an ex-Death Eater, mind you.” He paused to shake his head. “She recognized me as the ‘true love partner of Harry Potter’, that was a direct quote, by the way.”

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Middle of the Night

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,655

Summary: You had managed to avoid the photos and old messages for a year now, but the moment you see them again, you know you have to see him - even if it is 3:00 in the morning.

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Return Ritual

IMAGINE - 03 

Word Count:  1348

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings:  Smut (vaginal)

Synopsis:  Imagine the morning after Bucky returns from a mission.

AN: I plan on writing a few more of these so if you enjoy reading them please like, reblog, post a comment all that great stuff!  Thanks for reading! x



He usually arrives sometime in the middle of the night. Exhausted and worn, he’d shrug off his combat gear at the door. With the last of his conserved energy, he’d slip into the shower, washing away the dirt and burden of the mission.

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