just as soon as i stop breathing

Drabble Challenge!

Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!! 

  1. “That’s starting to get annoying”
  2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
  3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  4. “I’m too sober for this.”
  5. “I’m not here to make friends.”
  6. “I need a place to stay.”
  7. “Well, that’s tragic.”
  8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
  9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
  10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
  11. “Dear Diary, …”
  12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
  13. “I lost our baby.”
  14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
  15. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
  16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
  17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
  18. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”
  19. “You’re Satan.”
  20. “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
  21. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
  22. “Did you just hiss at me?”
  23. “Do you really need all that candy?”
  24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
  25. “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
  26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
  27. “No. Regrets.”
  28. “How drunk was I?”
  29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”
  30. “Be you. No one else can.”
  31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”
  32. “I locked the keys in the car.”
  33. “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
  34. “You work for me. You are my slave.”
  35. “Take your medicine.”
  36. “They’re monsters.”
  37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”
  38. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
  39. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
  40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”
  41. “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
  42. “Stop being so cute.”
  43. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
  44. “You need to see a doctor.”
  45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
  46. “I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
  47. “Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
  48. “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
  49. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
  50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”
  51. “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
  52. “There’s a herd of them!”
  53. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
  54. “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
  55. “You’re a nerd.”
  56. “I’m late.”
  57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
  58. “You smell like a wet dog.”
  59. “I could punch you right now.”
  60. “Are you going to talk to me?”
  61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
  62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
  63. “Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
  64. “Here, take my blanket.”
  65. “I don’t want you to stop.”
  66. “How could I ever forget about you?”
  67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
  68. “Run for it!”
  69. “We need to talk.”
  70. “Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
  71. “I want a pet.”
  72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  73. “I’m not wearing a dress.”
  74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”
  75. “Quit beating me up!”
  76. “Please put your penis away.”
  77. “It’s a Texas thing.”
  78. “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  79. “I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
  80. “Does he know about the baby?”
  81. “Hold still.”
  82. “I just ironed these pants!”
  83. “Enough with the sass!”
  84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”
  85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
  86. “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
  87. “Stay awake.”
  88. “STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
  89. “You’re not interested, are you?”
  90. “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
  91. “Tell me you need me.”
  92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
  93. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
  94. “I had a bad dream again.”
  95. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
  96. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
  97. “You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
  98. “The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
  99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
  100. “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

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Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING

Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write. 

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Undiscovered

Undiscovered by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam

Sam, Dean, and Reader seek shelter in a storm, and find solace in each other.

Warnings: Inspired by Season 12, Episode 9, but no specific spoilers. EXPLICIT SMUT. Threesome (NO WINCEST), Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Language, Alcohol.

Word Count: 4068 | On AO3

This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy! 

Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.

Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.

The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.

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Not so hypothetically, but actually, a date

aka, what could have happened if Chase’s minions had been so kind as to hold off on their kidnapping spree an extra 24 hours

for my friends on twitter who told me I should write this and know I can’t say no to them :) 

psa: this is unbeta-ed and it’s past my bedtime, so read at your own risk of grammatical errors lol


Felicity opened her refrigerator in search of the leftover takeout she could’ve sworn was still in there somewhere. To her dismay, all she was greeted with was mostly empty shelves. She was not a big grocery shopping person to begin with, and with everything they had been dealing with over the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember the last time she pushed a cart through those fluorescent lit aisles.

“How did Oliver manage to be the Green Arrow and keep our refrigerator stocked,” she muttered to herself as she checked a container of yogurt to discover it had expired months ago.

Her eyes caught the box from Oliver’s party the night before and she slid it out, remembering that there had been a few leftover slices of cake. They were on summer break after all, so cake was an acceptable dinner… right?

She was debating eating it straight from the box versus preserving some of her dignity and getting a plate when she remembered that she didn’t have to spend her evening sitting at her counter eating cake alone.

Setting the box down and reaching for her phone, she hit her first number on speed dial and waited while it rang. Which wasn’t a long wait since he picked up before the first ring had finished.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… Am I only allowed to call when I’m in danger?” she teased.

There was a pause. “Well, no I just—“

“Do you want to come over tonight?” She needed to get the words out before he gave her enough time to talk herself out of it. She could practically see his eyebrow rise in that way it did when she said something that could have multiple interpretations and she hastily added, “There’s just leftover birthday cake and I was about to eat it but I realized that you should probably get dibs on it since it was for your birthday.” And also, I just really want to see you. “I promise this isn’t a ruse. But if you’re busy I understand and—”

“No,” he interrupted her. “No I’m not busy. I’m just finishing up at City Hall and then I can be right over.”

The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile at the eagerness he was trying so hard and yet failing to hide in his voice.

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yandere!BTS reaction when they get jealous

(requested by anon: pleeaase do bts yandere!au imagine where they get possessive/ jealous 💜💜💜)

warnings: swearing, violence, angst*ish*

little note: yandere a person either in anime or real life who would harm or kill others for looking/interacting with their crush as well as make their crush happy whatever it costs

As a guy, whom you knew from school, approached you, you felt a burning gaze coming from behind you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You quickly finished the convo and came up to your boyfriend


♡ Yoongi ♡

„Yoon-“ „What the fuck did he want? Flirt with you? Take you away from me?!“ he yelled. „Yoongi ple-” he cut you off midd-sentence again. „Don’t fucking tell me you didn’t notice his intentions?!“ he yelled and hit the air with his hand in anger. You put your hands around his neck and snuggled into his neck, calming him down instantly. He hugged you back tightly. „What’s mine is mine“


♡ Namjoon ♡

„Namjoon please don-“ he cut you off immediately. „What the fuck did he want? Ask you out maybe?“ he said sarcastically and you knew he was barely holding it together. You wanted to say something but just as you were about to, he started throwing papers off a table in anger and yelling. Once he was done with throwing his fit he came up to you furiously and pulled you close. „No one gets to talk to you or look at you. You are mine“


♡ Jin ♡

His glare was so dark from anger it could kill someone, literally. „Why the fuck did you talk to that guy? Is he more handsome and interesting than me?“ his insecurities showed every time he was angry just like now. „Oppa..“ you cooed and moved closer, closing the gap between you two. At first he didn’t wanna look at you but he calmed down as soon as you touched his chest, moving up to his shoulders. „Don’t talk to other guys. Or I might just kill someone“


♡ Jimin ♡

As you approached him, he was looking at you with a deadly glare. „Oppa don-” but it was too late. He turned the table over in anger and he wanted to flip the chairs over too but you managed to stop him. You moved his head towards you and left your hands on his chest, calming his heavy breathing. „It’s okay oppa. I’m here. I’ll always be here“ you cooed as you softly rubbed his upper arm while leaning against his chest, calming him down instantly.


♡ Hoseok ♡

He watched you with a mixture of disbelief and anger. „Oppa it’s not what you th-“ „Then what the fuck is it? Enlighten me please“ he was way too angry and it made you scared. You backed away a bit, your posture changing. Hoseok didn’t miss to notice it. „No please.. Jagi I’m sorry.. I’d kill myself if I ever hurt you“ he reached his hands out with a sad face, looking down to the floor. You came up to him, hugging him tightly.


♡ Taehyung ♡

He breathed heavily and stared at you as you approached him. „Tae it’s not like tha-” „I’m not even ‘oppa’ anymore?!“ his anger surfaced. „No, no, no you’ll always be my oppa, I’m sorry..“ you came up to him placing your hands on his jawline where it meets his ears, playing with the edges of his hair. He calmed down immediately and closed his eyes. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, caressing your hands.


♡ Jungkook ♡

He didn’t wanna face you because he knew he was pissed off. He went to the nearby wall and leaned against it, trying to calm his breathing. You came up to him and he looked up, giving you a cold yet vulnerable stare. You slowly got closer and put one of your hands on his back, rubbing it. You slid the other hand to the other side of his face and made him look at you. He pushed you against the wall as he hugged you really tight, snuggling his head into your neck whispering small „Only mine“s.


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It Might Be Nice // Part 2

Lmao, this took a long ass time but like ??? I didn’t even think it was going to have a second partso, yah. 

Here’s part one: http://bleusarcelle.tumblr.com/post/158130830599/it-might-be-nice-part-1

And, that’s it! It’s seems like Lance died but like…psssh, he…he’s sleeping, kay? Yah… btw LONG. POST. Translations: Ae-in (Sweetheart), Amor (Love) 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


One, two, three blinks and then –

Lance’s eyes stay closed.

“No.” Keith whispers horrified, his hand aimlessly patting the glass powerless, “No, no, no, no, no. Lance, please, no.”

There’s nothing at all. There’s no flutter of eyelids or a steady breathing or even a twitch.

There’s nothing but a ghost smile in those pale half parted lips.

“L-Lance.” He chokes out weakly, barely acknowledging the tears running down his face, “Ae-in?”

Lance just sits there, body heavily pressed against the glass, right in front of Keith, mouth frozen in a permanent silent sigh and Keith snaps.

“No!” He screams, “No, no, no! Lance! I-I love –! Lance, please! Come back! Come back, please! I-I didn’t –!” Keith’s voice breaks, words still falling out of his mouth without his consent, “I love you too! Please! I didn’t get the chance to –! Don’t do this, please!  I’m begging you! Lance!”

This can’t be happening. Keith thinks as his fist pounds at the glass that block his way to get to the brunet. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be –

“Please, please, please, break. Break goddamnit, please!” He shouts, standing up  and activating his bayard, not hesitating a tick before he’s lashing and stabbing the glass, “Break, break. Please, please – BREAK!”

It doesn’t and Keith can only slash out at the damn glass over and over again. His vision gets blurry as more tears keep gathering in his eyes and suddenly there’s no air in his lungs and he can’t breath, he can’t hear, he can’t - he can’t –

“No!” He yells as soon as someone grabs him from behind and pulls him away, “No! Get off of me! Get off –! Lance! Lance, please! No!”

Lance’s figure just keeps getting further and further away from him. He’s basically slipping through his finger and he can’t do a damn thing.

“S-Stop.” Keith sobs out desperately, dropping his entire body in defeat against the strong hold he’s trapped in, “S-stop, p-please, I-I can’t–I didn’t tell him –!”

Faint black spots start appearing in his vision. He tips to the side exhausted as he look straight into the only blurry blue dot he can see.

“L-Lance.” He whispers brokenly, “L-Lan –”

Keith hears the sound of something shattering as he loses conscience but he’s just not sure on what exactly.

Must have been his heart.

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If you are having a very difficult time overcoming sins (whatever it maybe), no matter how much you tried to refrain from it and you gave in each time despite trying your hardest to leave it for Allah but you failed every time. I will advise you with two things & you will find the most strongest and closest connection with Allah.

Firstly, when you commit the sin, seek Allah’s forgiveness as soon as possible. As soon as you realise you have sinned, seek His forgiveness there and then. Don’t give second thoughts about your intentions (stop thinking you will fall into it again) or doubt Allah’s mercy towards you. Just block out everything, breathe in and out until you are relaxed and spend 5 minutes speaking to Allah. Acknowledge your mistake, promise not to do it again, avoid that which brings you to the sin and ask for forgiveness.

After you have done this, don’t think about whether Allah has forgiven you or not. Allah wants to forgive you that’s why He guided you to seek His forgiveness in the first place.

Secondly & this point is very important if you cannot let go of the sin. If you keep falling into this sin, INCREASE YOUR GOOD DEEDS. You done one sin? Do 3 good deeds. You done it again? Increase another 3 good deeds. Don’t focus on the sin here, focus on doing good deeds, why? Because good deeds please Allah, it will bring you closer to Him & they erase bad deeds.

You feel low and filthy because you sinned? Increase your good deeds, let that guilt motivate you to rush you to good so Allah’s mercy and forgiveness reaches you. Allah’s forgiveness is far greater than your sins so let your book of good deeds be greater than your sins too.

Open the Quran & read, cook for your siblings, give them water. Smile at your parents, spend time with them. Help your friend with something, teach someone a Hadith. Give Salam to a stranger. Give charity to the needy.

So if you keep falling in sins, forget the sin. Focus on your good deeds. Sometimes it is in the depths of our sins we find Allah and know Him more than ever.

Shaytaan will do his best to stop you from doing good but do not listen to him, he’s your enemy. He does not want you to have hope in Allah. When you find him whispering to you, remind yourself that perhaps through my sins Allah will bring me close to Him. Perhaps because of my sins, I’m increasing on good deeds which I couldn’t have done otherwise.

Perhaps the effort of striving to please Allah, seek His forgiveness and increase in good deeds will make you a beloved friend of Allah. You are better than your sins, don’t you ever let them get you down. Your Lord is Forgiving, The Most Forgiving, The Pardoner, The Acceptor of repentance, The One who conceals faults. Our Lord is amazing, He loves you so much so love Him back. That’s His right over you, He never gives up on you so please never ever give up on Allah & His mercy.

Badly

Jungkook x reader

theme:Jungkook and you always had tension between and one time he comes out of the shower and you are in the room…so things get a little steamy

requested by: taetaesbooty

genre: smut

word count: 5.5K


“I’m so excited!“Jimin said suddenly.

Everyone else agreed but you.
“I would be equally excited if I wasn’t fucking suffocating between these two.“you grunted trying to make yourself more room.

“Y/N no swearing!“Hoseok scolded you at what you just rolled your eyes.

Currently you were sitting in a car, struggling between Hoseok and Taehyung, while Yoongi was driving, Jimin sitting in the seat next to him.

“I just don’t understand why I couldn’t go in the other car? There would be room for everyone!“you said, still fighting elbows with Taehyung.

“Because I want my sister to be with me in the car!“Hoseok exclaimed.

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anonymous asked:

Could you pls fix the Supercorp couch scene? - Kara said she would always be Lena's friend but then couldnt help kiss her and supercorp ensues

“I will always protect you. I promise.”

She’s whispering because she doesn’t trust her voice above a whisper, and she’s whispering because she’s seen this look on her sister’s face.

On Alex’s face after she beats someone half to death and she drinks herself into a stupor because she’s washed all the blood off her hands but she can still feel it there, because she knows that she is unforgivable, and she knows that she is not the person she’d wanted to be. She’s the soldier she was trained to be.

She whispers because Lena is ready to run, to retreat, to relive her worst memories, to give in to exactly what everyone expects her to be.

She whispers because Lena will scare easily, right now.

And she hates herself for it, but a part of her likes it. The closeness. The whispering.

Because it’s intimate, it’s sensuous, it’s warm and it’s perfection, even as it’s agony.

She whispers, but she knows that even if she yelled it, Lena wouldn’t believe her.

Because her hand is still on Kara’s, draped around her shoulder, but her eyes are frozen, her eyes are crystals waiting to break. Her eyes are her soul, waiting to feel the shards shattering, penetrating her skin and making her as cold as her mother always wanted her to be, always tried to carve her into.

“You’re too good to protect me, Kara,” Lena whispers after so long that Kara almost forget that speaking was a form of communication.

“No one can ever be too good to protect you, Lena,” she whispers back, turning her face slightly, her heart pounding strangely, leaning her lips forward and pressing them to Lena’s temple gently, firmly, lovingly.

Friends.

Lena freezes, but only for a moment, and then she lets her body lean into Kara’s embrace, into her chaste kiss.

“I just told you that the only thing making me warm right now is the thought of a woman dying in prison, Kara. And you want to protect me? Be my… friend?”

She says the word with a kind of bitterness that Kara doesn’t want to let herself understand, just like she’s been trying not to let herself understand her defensiveness about Jack from the start, from the moment Lena said they were exes.

“Lena, you’re in shock. You’re in shock and she took away… she took away the love of your life.” Her voice is small and her voice is defeated, and Lena turns her face to look at her, and they both gasp slightly when they realize how close their faces are, how close to each other their lips are. That they’re breathing each other’s breath.

“Jack is…” Lena flinches. “He was… a lot of things. Certainly I loved him, and certainly seeing him again was… emotional. But I’m not… surely we don’t only have just one love in our lives, Kara.”

Her voice is soft, and it’s rich, and it’s a few octaves lower than it usually is, and her eyes flicker down to Kara’s lips, so close to hers, but so quickly that Kara’s sure she imagined it.

“Well, I wouldn’t know about that. I don’t… I think I’ve only ever loved one person… that way… and it didn’t work, and I… I mean, I can’t imagine anyone wanting to… I’m just… Kara.”

“Oh, Kara Danvers, you are so much more than that.”

Kara’s stomach lurches and she thinks of all the reasons she’s definitely from this planet, certainly not an alien, definitely grew up here, this planet, Earth, Earth, Earth.

“You’re brave and you’re kind and you’re relentless in your pursuit of justice – but real justice, not some half-baked system that locks up all the wrong people for all the wrong reasons. You… Kara, you…”

She won’t say that Kara is the only person who’s ever really seen her; that Kara wouldn’t have made her choose between her and her career, her life, her own name; that Kara was everything, before Jack came to town, and is still everything, even in the midst of Lena’s… grief.

She won’t say it, but she’ll show it.

She leans forward slowly, slowly, slowly, and she pauses only when Kara’s breath hitches, when her own breath stops, when she can feel Kara’s lips like electricity just a hair’s width from hers.

She pauses, and she waits, because maybe she’s stupid, and maybe she’s wrong.

“Lena, would you like it if I kissed you?”

She’s not wrong.

She smiles when she didn’t think smiling was possible, and Kara interprets her response perfectly, and her lips are soft and her lips are warm and her lips are promise and her lips are faith and her lips are hope, hope, hope.

But all too soon, she’s pulling away, and the gaping hole inside Lena grows ever wider.

“What – ”

“I want to kiss you, Lena. More, I mean. But not… you’re grieving, and I can’t… we can’t… I won’t take advantage of you, Lena. So I’m going to sit here, and I’m going to hold you. And when you’re ready to eat, I’m going to take you to that new Thai place if you want to go, or we can go back to my apartment and order it in. I’m going to be your friend. Until you’re ready to figure out whatever… whatever that amazing kiss meant to us. For us. If you want there to be an us.”

“Do you, Kara? Want there to be an us?”

Kara adjusts her glasses and Lena smiles at the familiar gesture. “I’m not going to answer that until you’re feeling… better. Alright? Does that sound okay? All that?”

Lena stares at her because Lena is used to things moving quickly, and Lena is used to wild and thrashing sex and Lena is used to emotions spilling over regardless of the consequences.

She isn’t used to someone protecting her heart. Not like this.

And that might just be the thing that thaws her enough to keep her Lena, not Lilian, when she starts to feel things more fully again.

“Yes. Yes, that all sounds more than okay, Kara. Thank you.”

“Like I said, Lena. Always. I promise.”

And this time?

This time, Lena believes her.

I just want Draco to have a healthy relationship with Sirius

Draco refusing to take the Dark Mark when Lucius forces him to after the fourth year.

Draco stealing some money and grabbing some clothes and running away in the middle of the night because he knows Lucius has his own ways.

Draco staying at places even average wizards wouldn’t stay at.

Draco getting into trouble one of those nights in one of those places because of his delicate features and fucking pureblood skin.

Remus Lupin catching his familiar smell and rescuing Draco.

Remus Lupin bringing Draco to Number 12 Grimmauld Place where Draco meets that man he’d only ever seen in pictures and heard his mother talk about to his Father.

Sirius Black instantly recognizing Draco as his nephew. Sirius being furious at Draco for giving his Godson so much trouble all these years but instantly melting as soon as he sees a little bit of himself in Draco; the same regrets, the same sorrow, the same burden to live up to a name…

Sirius Black wrapping up Draco in his arms as Draco finally lets go of everything he’d been holding inside and sobbing his eyes out.

Draco finally living with an /actual/ family.

One morning, Draco wakes up to the entire Weasley crew and Harry Potter making a shit ton of noise downstairs along with Sirius and Remus.

Draco nervously walking down the stairs barefoot in a pair of muggle pjs and an over-sized shirt-Remus had gifted him comfier clothes for his birthday.

Everyone just stops and stares as Draco finally lands and he’s about to leave as shame and guilt and anxiety overcomes but Sirius throws an arm around his shoulder and pulls him to his side, proudly introducing him as if no one had ever seen him before.

And everyone plays along.

And everyone gets along.

And Remus and Sirius raise Harry and Draco together.

Sirius soon stopped comforting both of them after nightmares ‘cause they seemed to do a better job of holding each other till the other’s sobs calmed into rhythmic breaths.

No one dies.
And they live
h a p p i l y
e v e r
a f t e r

“Tame You” - Jay Park X Reader (Smut)

Description: You and your friend have been dating Jay Park and Simon Dominic of AOMG for quite a while before they both decided that their careers were getting in the way of your relationship as their schedules were getting busier by the day. An encounter in a club located in Seoul happens a month after both relationships ended.

  • Word Count: 3827 words


Your hips swayed once more on the beat of a menacingly slow song before you left the dance floor, making your way towards the bar. Your friend lifted her hand in the air to attract the bartender’s attention and she ordered what was probably your favorite drink, seeing as she knew all too well what this little escapade was about. To be fair enough, you both needed it more than you actually thought. It felt good to let go for once. After all, it’s been over a month since it happened and you never got a call or anything close to that. 

Your hand gripped the shot of Jager and you gulped it down, allowing the burning sensation to set in your throat for the third time tonight. 

“Do you think they know we’re in Seoul?” (H/N) asked, eyeing you from behind her cocktail glass as you traced your finger around the mouth of the now empty shot. 

“If they do, they did a poor job of actually finding us,” you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze towards the bartender. Your hand shot up in the air as soon as he looked at you and you motioned for him to bring you another glass of the fiery drink.

 "They come out here frequently, I don’t think they want to find us though, so,“ you shrugged, emptying another shot of Jager, “let’s at least have fun." 

Your heels hit the floor as you got up on your feet and dragged your friend back on the dance floor, swaying your hips once again, catching every note of the song in mesmerizing moves of your body. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them and got all caught up in the mood, not even feeling your own breathing but the sound of your heartbeat succumbing to the body-vibrating bass. You forgot all about Jay, about the breakup and the lame excuse he gave you, his whispered "I love you” as you ended the call, tears pouring down your cheeks.

 The animalistic side of you drew you further into the mass of people dancing out of sync as you felt a single presence behind you, imitating your moves.

 "All alone tonight?“ you barely heard the voice over the blasting music. You bobbed your head up and down into a nod, pointing at your friend that was currently too lost in the music to notice, "only with her.”

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BTS when they slap you: Jimin version

Ayyyy what’s rolling bishesss 

I’m back with the ‘Slap’ series, and this time it is Chim-chim :)) which means that now only Hosoek and Taehyung are left. 

For Hyung line(without hoseok) click here 

For Jungkook version click here 

ENJOY! 



You both had been out on a date when you got into a fight and you had said some nasty things but so had he. Not to mention, you had a good reason to be angry.  

You got out of the car before it even fully stopped and and slammed the door shut, making Jimin grip the steering wheel tightly, in efforts to control his anger. He couldn’t though. He stepped out of the car as well and ran after you and closes the door behind him once he enters his apartment. 

“What is your problem?!” He yelled at you, clearly angry with the way you were behaving. You turned around sharply, with an incredulous look in your eyes. 

“What is my problem? Are you seriously fucking asking me that, Jimin? We were out on a date after god knows how many months and you got your ‘rumoured’ girlfriend along?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! No, Park Jimin, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled back. 

Jimin took a step closer to you, eyes red due to his efforts to keep his anger from taking a form which he might regret. “What the fuck, y/n? You know there’s nothing going on between us! She wasn’t feeling too good, and she wanted me to be there for her. You already know how hard things are for her right now, her career’s taken a hit after the news of the scandal broke out. She is not feeling okay and-” 

“What about me?” You asked him with pure disbelief written on your face. “Did you think about how I felt when my man was being linked to some other woman? Or is she the only person you’re concerned about?” 

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, he was dangerously close to losing his temper. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous y/n. What you’re going through is completely different from what she is going through. You don’t know shit about our business, you wouldn’t understand. How can you be such an insensitive….bitch? You just walked out of the restaurant while we were having dinner. She must be feeling so awkward. Is this the way you should fucking behave?” 

The only thing you could see was red. “Yeah? what about how I’m feeling? You don’t give a shit how I’m feeling, do you? All you’re concerned about is her.” You let out an angry scoff. “Well, you listen to me you asshole. Do whatever the fuck you want with her. You’ve clearly shown me who you care about. Go. Get out. Go to her and ease her awkwardness. Just let me tell you one thing though, whatever little plan is in her mind, it’s clear to me. Crystal clear. I’m not being fooled.”

Jimin frowned in anger and confusion. “What plan…what do you mean?” 

“If she was that concerned about getting her career back up, she would be avoiding you at all costs right now, Jimin! Why would she accompany you to a public place? If you ask me, she planned this and she wants this rumour to be perceived as tru-” 

THWACK!

You head snapped to your left as you stood there in shock from the impact of his slap. You didn’t bother to stop the tears. You just turned back to look at him with wide eyes.

Jimin stood there shocked looking at his hands, his breathing heavy and shaky, eyes shining because of unshed tears and his hands shaking. He finally turned to look up at you and let out a broken cry as his hands reached out to soothe you but froze as soon as he saw you flinch. 

“No, no..” He stepped forward and fell down to his knees.”I-I didn’t mean to do that, y/n..I…I love you.” He said through his cries. 

“Step away from me Jimin.” You finally brought your hand down from your cheek, you face blank. “We’re done.” 

“NO!” Jimin was suddenly on his feet, your hands in his own, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of what was going to happen. “No, please, y/n d-don’t leave, okay? Honey, I love you, I SWEAR! I am so sorry, p-please don’t go, hm? Please-” More cries “Don’t leave me, please y/n I swear I won’t ever, ever meet her again. I’ll do everything you say, just don’t leave me. Oh god y/n please..” He fell to his knees, your hands still in his own, looking at you with eyes drowned in tears.

You looked at the man you loved, begging you on his knees to stay and even if your sub-conscious mind was screaming at you to take him back, you couldn’t. You knew your soul wouldn’t forgive you, if you forgave him and let yourself be okay with what he had done. He had just…hit you. 

You yanked your hands back and he let out another cry. Without turning back you picked up your purse and walked out of his apartment, leaving behind a sobbing mess of a Jimin crying out for you. 

Then and maybe forever. 



YAAAAAAAAAAS I’m such an angst-whore I luuuurve it.Tell me how you liked it babies. *Hitting someone is not acceptable at all. Please don’t ever give this pain to someone. Treasure your partner and if you can’t, then leave them. Don’t ever, ever trap them in an abusive relationship. Stay blessed my babies. 🤘🏻

*CHAT REQUESTS OPEN, SEND IN REQUESTS NOW!*

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I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2)

I Have Loved You Since One Shots:  I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2 of 2)

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“Who are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”

The tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the accident.

“I’m your fiancé.”

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Forgetful

Word Count: 1,380
Reader Gender: Female i guess idk 

Warnings: Jealousy, arguement, him arguing with other girls, cursing

Love Interest: Peitro Maximoff
Note: There is a 200000/10 chance that there will be a second part

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Originally posted by sad--princes

I crossed my arms as I glared at him, waiting for him to finish his little show. Anger and irritation bubbled inside of me, and I mentally cursed myself for trusting him enough to leave him alone. I go into the shop for five fucking minutes, and I come out to this shit. I tried pulling him away from the girls that were flirting with him, but it just shrugged me off. The worst part about the whole thing? He was flirting back.

His ass was flirting with other people and he was loving it. I’m not sure if he got the memo, but he’s not single anymore. He’s in a relationship with me, and I have half a mind to kick his ass. I clutched harder at the plastic bag that was in my hand, the contents were requested by none other than the douche himself. I grunted, deciding that he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. I walked up to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him around.

“We’re leaving.” I said sternly.

“Who’s the slut?” One of the girls asked.

“I’m his girlfriend.” I spat, anger coursing through me.

“Oh really? Then why is he over here?” Another girl asked.

“Slut.” The first one said.

“Pornhub called, honey, they say your resume is too extensive.” I spat.

“I’m not going anywhere, why don’t you find somewhere else to be.” Pietro offered in an annoyed tone.

“Fine,” I shoved the bag in his chest, walking away, “But you’re finding a new place to live.”

It didn’t take him long to appear at my side, but I didn’t acknowledge his existence. I was still beyond pissed at the little act he pulled moments ago. He wouldn’t like it if I did that stuff to him, he’d be pissed. I’d get my ear chewed off, so why does he think it’s okay for him to do it? I still had my arms crossed over my chest, a clear indication that I was angry. Despite my body language, he still tried to talk to me.

He said that he was confused, which just pissed me off even more. What the hell does he mean? He doesn’t get to be confused, he gets to feel like an ass. I sent a glare his way, instantly shutting him up. I looked away from him, rolling my eyes and focusing on getting home. I’ll deal with him there, right now I’m too angry to talk to him. He didn’t even stand up for me, he just let them trash talk me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”Pietro shouted as I closed the door to the apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know, my boyfriend just completely forgot that my ass existed. Forgive me if I’m a little pissed off.” I glared, flipping him off.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You were flirting with those girls! I heard you the entire time! One of them was even talking dirty to you!” I yelled, “God, Pietro, where do you draw the line?!”

“You’re just being jealous and oversensitive.” Pietro said, walking past me.

“I’m not any of those things! I’m just worried that maybe my boyfriend is cheating on me!” I yelled, feeling the anger mix with betrayal.

“I can’t help it, Y/n! The ladies like me, get over it. I’m not going to stop just because some worthless little girl doesn’t like it.” He spat, glaring at me.

I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words completely. Is that all I was to him? Just some little girl? Not his girlfriend or anything? My brows furrowed, and I took his words to heart. He can’t just get over himself for two seconds to listen to me? I took in a deep breath, realizing that his opinion on this matter wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. I saw his face soften, and I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

“Worthless?” I questioned.

“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He reasoned.

“Then how did you mean it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t respond, “That’s what I thought.”

With that, I quickly walked into the bedroom that him and I shared. I got out the suitcase that I took with me on extended missions. I started packing my things, no longer feeling welcome in here. I took a deep breath, sadness now kicking in rather than anger. I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved more clothes into the suitcase. I heard Pietro enter the room, thanks to the small breeze of wind that had picked up out of nowhere.

“What are you doing?” Pietro questioned.

“I am taking my worthless self out of here so you can continue living your wonderful life as a bachelor.” I said, zipping up the suitcase.

“You can’t leave me, Y/n. I love you, don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.

“Love me? You’ve been flirting and getting random chicks numbers the entire time you’ve been dating me, you don’t stand up for me when they insult me, then you call me a worthless little girl, and you have the audacity to say you love me?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

“Please, just stay with me.” He pleaded, and I sighed as I looked into his eyes.

He looked like a lost puppy on a rainy day.

“Do you promise to stop flirting with people that aren’t me?” I questioned, slightly hopeful.

“I,” He stuttered, “I don’t.” He trailed off and I shook my head, laughing dryly.

“It’s nice to know that the man I’ve been dating for 3 years doesn’t love me enough to actually act like he’s dating me.” I said, moving past him and to the door.

“You don’t understand.” Pietro said, blocking the door.

“I understood clearly when you called me worthless,” Tears formed, “I understood when you flirted with the other girls and acted like you didn’t know me,” My voice broke, “And I understood when you couldn’t even promise you’d stop. I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”

“Just give me another chance, Princessa.” He said, cupping my cheeks.

“Pietro, don’t you get it?” I removed his hands from my face, “I’m exhausted! I’m mentally and physically drained from trying to take the pressure and the hurt of your actions. From arguing with you over the same things. I’ve given you dozens of chances.” I huffed, and he went silent.

I shoved him out of the way, walking out and slamming the door shut. Tears fell from my eyes as I left the complex, my suitcase on my shoulders like it was a backpack. The weight of the entire event settled onto my mind, and I angrily wiped my eyes. I didn’t expect him and I to actually end, but if he thinks I’m not good enough for him then I’ll leave him be. I know when to push, and when to walk away, and today it was the ladder.

I found myself walking to Tony’s place, which was the only place I felt like I could go right now. Questions swam through my mind, drowning out everything else. Had he been cheating on me? When did he decide that I wasn’t good enough? I was just so tired of fighting to keep him, and fighting to make him see that what he was doing was wrong. I was emotionally exhausted, and, in turn, it made me physically exhausted.

“What are you doing here?” Tony asked, not looking at me as I entered the room.

“I,” I took a deep breath, “I was hoping I could stay here for a little while.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He turned around, hearing the sadness in my voice.

“It’s nothing.” I shook my head as he came closer.

“Well, I’d love to hear about nothing.” He joked.

“We broke up.” I held back a cry.

“What? Why? Do I need to kill him?” Tony asked, visibly concerned.

“He just makes me exhausted.” You sighed.

“Well, how about you have a seat and I’ll pour us some drinks?” He offered.

“What’s the price?” I eyes him.

“Dirt, details, blackmail.” He stated, turning around and going to get a couple glasses.

“So the usual?” I questioned, sitting down.

Chaise and Catch

MariChat May 19th: Identity Reveal

(ao3)

Summary: Chat Noir is too tired to be in the story. He still is in it though.


Chat Noir landed softly, his body drooping with exhaustion. He made it just far enough to detransform and lie down before he fell asleep.

His day had been much busier than usual. He spent several hours that morning attending a miserable photoshoot. He then had to go to school and deal with an assignment he had forgotten was due. Not to mention the teacher that had chewed him out about it. He thought that he would have time to rest after school, but then there was an akuma attack that ended up lasting late into the night. He was lucky that Nathalie thought he had passed out in his room. If she hadn’t he would have a lot of explaining to do.

So maybe Chat could be forgiven, when, instead of ending up in his room to sleep, he found himself on Marinette’s chaise. After all, her room felt more like home than his.

Everything would have been fine if Chat had woken before Marinette.

However, instead of escaping before she saw him, Marinette spotted the boy on her chaise the moment she climbed down from her alcove.

Marinette let out a loud eep when she spotted him. She jumped to hide behind her desk chair.

“Tikki!” She whispered loudly. “What is Adrien Agreste doing on my chaise?”

Tikki yawned wiping the sleep out of her eyes with her little paws. “Are you sure you’re not just seeing-” Tikki opened her eyes. “Oh. Marinette, why is Adrien sleeping on your chaise?”

Marinette made a sound of frustration as she peeked at Adrien from behind her chair.

Tikki floated over to Adrien and eeped as well. “What is Plagg doing here?”

“Plagg? Isn’t that Chat’s Kwami? What’s he doing with Adrien? Also why is Adrien on my chaise?!” Marinette really wanted an answer to that last one.

“I think…” Tikki hesitated. “Adrien might be Chat Noir.”

Marinette looked at her Kwami strangely. “Tikki, Adrien can’t be Chat.”

Tikki looked back and forth from Adrien, who had Plagg curled up to his neck, and Marinette. “Right.” Tikki mumbled. “I don’t think there’s another explanation though.”

Marinette slowly came out of hiding. “But that doesn’t make any sense, Tikki.” She frowned. “That would mean Chat was always Adrien and I’m pretty sure I would have figured that out by now.” She nodded at her own reasoning.

“Marinette, Plagg is sitting on him.” Tikki hadn’t had a chosen this stubborn in millennia.

“But, but…” Marinette floundered.

“He has a silver ring on the same finger Chat has his.” Tikki pulled that finger up from where it was resting on the floor. Chat really sprawled out when he slept.

Marinette looked lost. “He, but Adrien, and Chat, and Adrien…” Tikki looked at her chosen with concern. “Chat Noir is Adrien.” She muttered. “Adrien…” She breathed in deeply. “…is Chat Noir.”

Tikki sighed. “Finally.” She said under her breath.

Marinette quietly walked forward. She took hold of the side rail on the chaise and then looked down at Adrien and Plagg sleeping.

“They look so cute sleeping together.” She whispered.

Tikki shook her small head. “Plagg is only cute when he’s sleeping.” She frowned and then added. “He’s an annoying glutton most of the time.”

Marinette looked at her curiously. She had never heard Tikki talk badly about anyone that wasn’t Hawkmoth.

“Do you two not get along?” She asked her voice still soft.

“No.” Tikki sighed. “We get along fine.”

Marinette blinked and opened her mouth to respond.

“What are you going to do about Adrien?” Tikki changed the subject before she could respond. She floated over and sat on the back of Adrien’s head, Plagg’s tail almost touching her.

“I don’t know.” Marinette frowned. “Why is he even here?”

The sound of Plagg yawning made both of them look down at him.

“He was so sleepy yesterday he just wandered over to his favorite place.” Plagg explained sleepily before stretching like the cat he was.

Adrien shifted uncomfortably as Plagg pushed against his neck while stretching. Marinette held her breath as she waited for him to wake. Adrien stopped shifting as soon as Plagg stopped stretching leading Marinette to let out the breath she was holding.

“You shouldn’t worry too much.” Plagg yawned again. “He’ll be out like a light for a couple more hours. It is Sunday right?” Marinette nodded. “Good. His internal clock won’t wake him since it’s a week-end.”

Tikki frowned down at Plagg. “Since when are you this helpful?”

Plagg ignored her question.

Marinette sighed. She could already tell this was going to be a very long day. Then, a thought occurred to her.

“Did you say this was Adrien’s favorite place?” She asked Plagg quietly.

Plagg looked up at her with big eyes and frowned. “Obviously. Why do you think he spends so much time here?”

Marinette looked put-out. “I just thought he was bored.”

Plagg stared at her. “You two are made for each other.” He shook his head in exasperation.

Marinette flushed a bit at that. “Why does he like it here?” She muttered to herself.

Plagg still answered. “You’re here. Duh.” He rolled his eyes.

“Wuh?”

Tikki took pity on her. “He likes you Marinette.” She couldn’t help but giggle.

The girl frowned. “Are you sure?”

Yes!” Both the Kwami’s responded at the same time.

Marinette flushed and hid behind the chaise. The Kwami’s sighed at her actions.

“Marinette? Are you alright?” Tikki asked.

“Yeah, I just…” She stood with a look of determination. “I’m going to tell Adrien everything. That I’m Ladybug. How I feel. Everything.” She faltered. “As soon as he wakes up.”

Tikki giggled and Plagg snickered.

Marinette blushed as she moved over the edge of the chaise and sat down. With a smile on her face she let one of her hands rest on Adrien’s leg. She would have to wait for him to wake up, but she wasn’t worried. Adrien was her partner and they would get through this as easily as they dealt with everything else.

She frowned suddenly. She would also have to have a talk with him about his sleeping habits. There was no way being this tired should be normal.

As she heard him wake up she resolved once more to talk to him about it. Her eyes drifted to his ring and she frowned. That would, of course, have to wait until they talked about everything else.

Waiting For You

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Wordcount: 3,565
Warnings: Language and allllll the smut
A/N: So after watching the American Assassin trailer, I, like many others, was shook to the core with all the shirtlessness, sexiness, perfectness, that Dylan brought to my little computer screen. All of that inspired me to do this little oneshot thing. I haven’t read the books so I don’t really know anything about his character, this was just my interpretation based kind of off what I’d seen in the trailer. Anywho, I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

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skippinginclouds  asked:

something's been on my mind: do you think andreil - two people who don't often seek physical comfort in others, nor enjoy being openly surrounded or embraced - would ever get to the point they could sit in each other's laps?

not sure if you wanted this as a fic so I’m just treating it as an opportunity to TALK (but let me know if u want me to write a story about it!)

I actually DO think they would and here’s why:

Neil canonically likes the feeling of security that comes with being held up (i.e.: andrew up against him in the club, andrew boxing him in at the car after he comes back sober for the first time, andrew holding him up in the shower while he sucks his dick for dear life)

And he’s touch starved as fuck tbh, I’ve been pointing towards both of these things in a lot of fic but i think they’re a pretty big part of neil’s characterization 

he IS uncomfortable with no way out – like having his back to the door or feeling cornered, but we know that andrew has never made neil feel this way

he’s a blanket, not a straight jacket. he’s not a constricting force at. all. he’s pure comfort for neil. neil lets himself go when he’s with andrew (remember the bus in tkm? he loses track of time when he’s with andrew. do u think neil josten had ever forgotten to track a single second of his life before he started enjoying it?)

leaning over andrew in a beanbag chair or sitting pressed shoulder to ankle into him in a bus are the building blocks to sitting tangled up in each other, man. like neil feeling safe and wanted?? there’s no way that wouldn’t appeal to him a little bit. I guarantee you he doesn’t care about other people’s attitudes towards lap sitting, he’s the prince of sudden and intense emotional exchanges 

anyway stay with me here

andrew wouldn’t want to be trapped under someone in a bedroom setting at all and we know that that boundary is never pushed

but we also got to see some of his tender first steps towards vulnerability (physically.. bc he’s been emotionally vulnerable w neil since he first started talking to him sober – ‘I won’t let you let me be’ anyone?) like letting neil push him down while they’re kissing within the first like 6 MONTHS that they’re together

they have a lifetime. they have months and years and decades for andrew to identify the closeness that he wants as something he can have

he loves neil’s malleability, how well he follows instructions (😏 ) his sprawling limbs in the morning when they’re sore from practice and barefoot and quite honestly ruining andrew’s life

he tugs Neil over on their couch so that he’s toppled all over him, and andrew can inhale at his neck and squeeze his thighs, not looking at him but feeling like a real person grounded in another person who would get off of him if he asked, without question or complaint

I feel like the other way around would be less of an issue? andrew sits in neil’s lap because he has comfortable muscular thighs and sometimes the couch is full like?? what’s ur point nicky??? 

he yes or no’s neil probably, and he makes sure his body isn’t blocking neil’s view of the exit, but like. Neil can’t feel the need to bolt when andrew is willfully this close to him, spread out w his feet on the table and his neck kinda squishing neil’s face & like it’s not at all sexy but he’s trusting neil with HIS back for once

anyway my point is.. if ur together for long enough, there aren’t that many things that you won’t try, and closeness is andreil’s language

they thrive on tight wordless contact; they shared a bed as early as tkm (that keeps me up at night btw…. what was andrew thinking when neil settled in beside him all stiff, thinking so loud, then went utterly sweet and relaxed as soon as Andrew kissed his mouth……… do u think he’d Ever shared a bed before then w positive results……….. like.. I’m just saying) and andrew jerked off while breathing into neil’s mouth like

I think lap sitting is on the table

Treat You Better || Park Jimin

Originally posted by ashtonxbts

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Angst


He had been watching the two of you for a long time, the way you looked at each other, the way you talked to each other. He remembered at the beginning of the relationship, when he would the two of you just smile at each other and whisper things in each other’s ears so nobody else in the room would be able to hear what you guys were talking about.

He remembered the feeling in his stomach as he watched it, knowing that something about it was just wrong. There was the twisting of his stomach, and the bile rising in his throat as he watched the interactions between the two of you. But he pushed those feelings aside because he saw how happy you were, and as long as you were happy it didn’t matter what happened to him at all.

Now when he looked at the two of you, he took in how you kept your distance away from each other, he noticed how Jungkook always talked to other girls, and when you weren’t around he even went as far as to flirt with them and ask for a couple of their numbers. Jimin knew what Jungkook was doing behind your back, and for some reason he couldn’t find the courage to tell you.

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