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Walking the Tightrope

Scully and Ethan are no longer together. What about Scully and Mulder? Post Jersey Devil and probably the final part in this series. Thanks for coming along for the ride.

Tagging @today-in-fic

Need to catch up? Read Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four Part Five

Part Six

Apparently, having a life with a guy like Rob was not a realistic life goal. But, bailing out her errant partner was. Shouting him breakfast was. Chasing after beast-women in the New Jersey forest was. Going to the Smithsonian was. But clearly, riding him in the back of his car at the far corner of the museum car park was going to be the pinnacle of her life because it felt so, so…fucking good.

              She slid up and down on him, every ridge sparking electrical impulses inside her skin. This was unlike anything she’d experienced before. He was so hard. She was so wet. This was primal. The very epitome of the case they’d just finished. Beast man and beast woman. Instinct. She let her head fall back, let him rub his thumb over her clit, let him nuzzle at her nipples, let him turn her from rational scientist to a series of guttural and breathy moans. Pleasure meant everything. Base need compelled her every move. Everything else was background noise. Until he moaned her name and reality set in.

              “What the hell are we doing, Mulder?” she said, huffing the hair out of her eyes, while he kneaded her breasts under her open shirt. She’d lost track of where her bra went. She knew her panties were ripped and trapped around one thigh. Her trousers were hanging over the back of the passenger seat and his belt buckle was scratching at her lower back in a circular motion, no doubt leaving a mark.

              “Eight million years out of Africa, Scully, and I’m pretty sure that rudimentary human behaviour is still much the same. Eat, drink, fuck.” He bucked up and groaned.

              “You didn’t even buy me dinner.” She bent down and kissed him hard, sucking on the lower lip as he ground into her, lighting her clit on fire. “Fuck, Mulder. Fuck me, Mulder. Fuck me so hard, Mulder.”

              He chuckled into her hair and upped his game. She held her breath and waited for the pressure to burst and when it did she cried out, digging her nails into his chest and scraping them downwards. He yelped and she opened her eyes to see his head fall back and his eyes roll in pain.

              “Shit! I’m sorry.” She patted his bandage back down and he grimaced.

              “S’okay,” he said, his voice rasping over his teeth. “Endorphins are solid pain relief, Scully.” He moved his hips and she rolled her own to the rhythm he set. His breathing ramped up and he gripped her hips, holding her in place as he let go. The guttural noise he made was about the most base and erotic thing she’d ever heardand she looked up at the ceiling of the car wondering why it had taken her this long to want to hear it. Her own breathing calmed and they stayed, joined in the silence, for a long while.

              “Peptides activate the body’s opiate receptors causing an analgesic effect,” she said, twisting off him and feeling the cramps in her legs as she shifted her weight to find her clothes.

              “I love it when you talk dirty, Dr Scully.”

              She zipped herself up and looked at him, hair askew, stubble, shirt unbuttoned. He was an unkempt mess but he was so fucking hot. “Seriously, what are we doing?”

              He got out of the back and stood outside, stretching. She could barely see him in the dim glow of the car park light but she knew he would be cricking his head from side to side, hands on hips, pushing his lips out. When he got back in, he turned to her and smiled. It wasn’t the dazzling, charmer. It wasn’t the guilty half-smile. It wasn’t the I-wanna-fuck-you or I-wanna-fuck-you-over smile. It was humble, grateful almost. Like he might actually be a normal human being. And that probably meant trouble.

              “Scully, I…I’m not good at this stuff. I blow hot and cold. I never know when to open up and when to shut up. I’m kind of an all or nothing guy. I hope you know that by now. I don’t want to hurt you. I think you’re an amazing person, I want you by my side as my partner, that I know without doubt. As for anything else, I can’t make promises. My work is everything.”

              His thigh was solid under her touch, his muscle flexing. “I appreciate your honesty, Mulder. I guess I’m just really surprised at my own behaviour. I’ve never been like this.”

              “Like what?” he said, his voice thick and warm and inviting.

              She chuffed. “I don’t know what the right word is. I guess I feel disconnected to the person I used to be.”

              “To the person who dated Ethan? The person who thought she could have a life?”

Her head flopped back against the seat rest. “Who is that person? Was I ever that person? Do I want to be that person? It seems so unattainable, so…”

“Unlikely?” he offered.

Turning to face him, she felt tears pricking at her eyes. “Maybe.”

“What do you want, Scully? What do you really want?” He took her hand in his and massaged her fingers.

She sucked in the emotion, steadied herself. “I want to do good work. I want to expose the truth. I want that life now. Wherever it takes us. Whatever happens.”

He leant forward and kissed her. “Then we want the same thing.”

K-Pop Group BTS Reveals Its Biggest Beauty Secrets for Glowing Skin

Last month, BTS, a K-Pop group from Seoul, cemented itself in American pop culture by winning the Top Social Artist Award at the Billboard Music Awards. The second the boy band hit the magenta red carpet, thousands were exposed to the wonders of K-Pop. Since then, people have been quick to call BTS, which is short for Bangtan Sonyeondan (or Bulletproof Boy Scouts in English), the One Direction of South Korea. However, that’s just an easy way to give them some context. In reality, BTS is actually completely different. Why? The seven-piece group’s performances are complete with flawless choreography, expert rapping, high-fashion looks, and insanely catchy vocals. Oh yeah, and they look damn good while doing so.

No matter where BTS is, their skin is forever smooth and has an enviable glow to it. Their eyes are typically adorned with a subtle smoky eye look, which both Jin and Jimin told me is their favorite part of wearing makeup. Their lips always have that popsicle-stained look that everyone’s been craving lately. Their hair colors are constantly changing, too. In 2017 alone, Jimin’s hair has been bubblegum pink, silver, platinum blonde, sandy blonde, and caramel brown. If they had to choose just one shade, though, Rap Monster tells Allure that he prefers “ash gray and ash blue because these complement my skin tone well.” Agreed. Also, Suga added that his favorite hair color is blonde because “I just need to de-color and that’s it.”

The beauty aspect of BTS’s fame alone separates them from the likes of One Direction, the Jonas Brothers, and the Backstreet Boys. And their legions of fans, lovingly called A.R.M.Y., live for it. YouTube is filled with makeup tutorials inspired by looks from BTS’s music videos. A whole Tumblr account called Dewy Bangtan is even devoted to tracking down the beauty products BTS uses based on screenshots from behind-the-scenes videos.

If the names I mentioned above didn’t ring any bells, let me give you a quick summary of each of the seven members of BTS.

Jin

At 24, Jin is the oldest member of BTS, but he doesn’t act like it. He has a very specific skin care-related reason for that. In a recent video, he said, “I have a motto of my life, ‘If you behave young, your face becomes young, too.’” Noted. His good looks went viral after the Billboard Awards. On Twitter, he was called the “third one from the left”, accompanied by dozens of heart-eye emojis. His response? He’s “worldwide handsome.”

Suga

Many will identify with Suga, one of the group’s rappers, on a spiritual level, as I do. When he isn’t working his ass off producing, writing, and composing songs, he just likes to lay. Same. Just as his hair color preference suggests, he’s the most low-maintenance of the Bangtan Boys as far as beauty routines goes. He’s basically a granddad trapped in a 24-year-old’s body.

V

V’s interests lie in the finer things in life like Gucci, Van Gogh, and photography. The 21-year-old also makes some of the most hilarious facial expressions and has the most velvety voice in BTS. Some consider him to be the most handsome in the group, but I’ll let you decide.

Jimin

Jimin is the king of selfies. BTS’s Twitter is filled with evidence of this statement. In their music videos, you can pick him out by his sharp dance moves. In a group photos, you can pick him out by his seriously adorable baby face. Don’t let it fool you — he’s not the youngest. He’s 21. And if anyone was wondering, he’s what K-Pop fans call my “bias,” aka my favorite. His pink hair sealed the deal for me.

Jungkook

Ok, now it’s time to talk about the youngest member of BTS. Jungkook, 19, is a classic, hard-working millennial. He can do everything, including sing (in English), dance, and rap, and do it all incredibly well. When not suited-up in a dress shirt or velvet bomber jacket on stage, you can catch him wearing a white T-shirt and Timberlands.

Rap Monster

Meet the leader of the group. BTS was literally built around the 22-year-old. As you probably could have guessed, Rap Monster, well, raps. He’s also BTS’s mouthpiece. Fluent in English, he usually takes the lead in stateside interviews. (Watching Friends helped him learn the language.) He has a habit of winking in photo shoot and making people across the world melt. Cringe-worthy hairstyles from BTS’s debut in 2013 aside, Rap Monster has some of the best looks of BTS.

J-Hope

I’m convinced J-Hope’s ever-positive personality is the true secret behind his glowing skin. (More on his actual secrets later.) Also 22, he’s like BTS’s portable charger, giving them (and fans) the energy and encouragement. Watching him dance will give you strength, too. Trust. He’s s-o g-o-o-d.

Now that we’re all on the same page, here’s the best part: BTS took a break from their massive world tour, which has made stops in the US, Australia, and Brazil, to chat with me about their skin care routines. Yup, you’re about to find out some of their secrets.

Why is it important to you to take good care of your skin?

Jin: “Skin is what completes my appearance. I value my looks very much, so it’s equally important to take good care of my skin — that’s a pivotal part of my face.”

J-Hope: “Taking good care of your skin is the No.1 rule for all celebs. I get to meet a lot of fans face-to-face at fan meetings and similar events, and I’d like to look my best for them.”

What’s your biggest skin concern?

Rap Monster: “My skin is dry most of the time, and my biggest concern is keeping it [moisturized]. I get zits from time to time and that concerns me as well.”

Jungkook: “I get pimples sometimes, and it’s very stressful.”

You guys travel a lot. Do you do any skin-care treatments while you’re on the plane to keep your skin from freaking out?

V: “On the plane, I dampen cotton pads with toner and put on lotion twice as much.”

Jimin: “I don’t really do anything extra special for my skin on the plane, but I try to drink as much water as possible.”

What are some of your favorite beauty products?

V: “I’ve been looking for my absolute favorite beauty product for a long time because my skin becomes dry and oily relatively fast. I haven’t found the right one, but I’m not giving up! Any recommendations?”

What is your skin routine like?

J-Hope: “[In the morning, I use] toner and face cream. [At night, the steps are] toner, essence, acne care, lotion, cream.”

Jungkook: “Toner and cream for night and morning routine.”

A lot of people find skin care routines to be a form of self care. Do you agree?

Rap Monster: “I totally agree. My favorite brand is Mediheal, and it has a variety of sheet masks you can choose from after a long day of work.”

Jimin: “I do agree because I try to clear my mind by cleansing my face after performances.”

Do you have any bad skin care habits?

Suga: “My bad habit is that I don’t take care of my skin.”

V: “I don’t particularly have a bad habit, but I’m worried about my skin having lack of elasticity. How can I prevent this?”

Are there any Korean beauty trends that you particularly love?

Jin: “I love sheet masks. I try to put them on whenever I feel my skin is dry and exposed too much to the sun. They help me make up for lost moisture and brighten my skin.”

Do you have any go-to skin care tips for clear, glowing skin?

J-Hope: “I try to go to the dermatologist when I have some free time after work.”

Jungkook: “I wish I had one! Let me know, and I’ll try.”

© Devon Abelman @ Allure

Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

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Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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His || Jungkook || 0.5

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5

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This is Nice

This is part one of my six part series titled ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.’

Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI

Prompt: “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.”

Or, in this case: the longest hug in history.

Summary: Peter has been absent a lot lately. Ned and Reader are concerned. Basically: unreliable Peter/brand new Spider-man and confused/hurt Reader. Peter likes to leave notes when he messes up, because apologies are hard. This is the first part of a five part series titled: ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling,’ which has its own link in my bio.1.4k words.

Also, Ned is the biggest Peter x Reader shipper. He thinks it’s cute. He also thinks Peter is oblivious.


“Hey,” you asked, your fingers twisting to put in the last number of your combination, lock popping open, the door following suit, “you’re still coming over later, right?” Peter swapped out his Spanish book for his Chemistry text, closing his own locker and then spinning the combination to lock it back up. He walked over to you, leaning a shoulder into the locker next to your own, adjusting the sleeves of his sweater, pushing them up to his elbows before crossing his arms in front of him.

“We have to finish up that history project, you know,” you spoke around your door, peering around the side to see Peter looking down at his shoes, one sneakered toe pushing at a rogue pencil someone had dropped on the ground. You could already sense it coming, that heavy feeling of disappointment working its way up from your toes to mix with the contents in your stomach.  You finished swapping out your own textbooks, lightly closing the door, sighing as you tucked your binder close to your chest.

“Actually,” his hand was rubbing at the back of his neck, disturbing those curls you so loved, “I have-uh, I have a thing.”

A girl brushed past you in the hallway, bumping into your shoulder, almost causing you to drop your things. You tossed her a look, silently scolding her for her lack of manners. You adjusted to settle your weight on your shoulder, leaning into the door of your locker, looking up to see that Peter was now fumbling around with the edges of the notebook he held.

“You have a thing?”

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Flannels & Shotguns

Sam x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Oversized flannel. Because everybody needs to be warned about that.

Forever Tags: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lemonadegazeelle


“Daddy, wait for me!” You bounded the corner. Dragging a small child size suitcase and doing your best to pull up the extra long sleeves on your arms.

“Munchkin, what are you doin’?” Dean came over to you, leaning against the nearest wall while smiling with his arms crossed.

“I wanna beat up monsters too.” You said energetically. Fully expecting them to let you go.

Sam, came into view. Laughing at the sight before him. There you were. Hair in a messy style from just waking up. Tugging a bag no doubt full of stuffed animals behind you. Wearing one of his flannels which fit like an extra long dress in your tiny body.

“Daddy already talked to you about going. It’s too dangerous, sweetheart.” He crouched down in front of you. Making it so you were near eye level with each other.

“Nuh-uh!” You sassed back at him. “An look, Daddy. My shirt can protected me just like you an Unkie Bean!” Waving your arm and flapping the sleeve, you showed him what you meant.

Both of the boys laughed lightly. Trying to not let you hear in fear of offending your four year old mind.

“Our flannels? How could they protect you?” He reached outward, taking your sleeve and rolling it up so your hands could be used properly.

“Betuz you always wear them and always come back to home. They protected you.” You spoke so innocently. “So they can protected me too, Daddy!” The words giggled off your lips.

“Dad, I think she’s figured out your secret.” Dean piped into the conversation, giving Sam a once raised eyebrow.

“I think you’re right, Dean.” Sam sighed. “You know what that means?” His attention directed towards you.

“What?” You asked with a small twinkle in your eye.

“It means you’re ready to be a hunter like us.” He laughed as you beamed with excitement and joy.

“But there’s rules. You’ve got to start at the beginning where all the big girls start. And soon you’ll be hunting the monsters with uncle and Daddy.” Dean spoke to you as he slipped his jacket on over his own flannel.

“Uncle Cas is going to teach you some hunting skills while we’re gone. Think you can get pass the first part of hunter training?” Eagerly you nodded at Sam.

Without a moment to spare you dropped the handle on your suitcase, letting it hit the ground as your small “combat” boots slapped against the ground as you ran towards the kitchen.

“Cassy! We has to go on a hunt so I can big girl hunt with Daddy and Uncle!” You yelled in a happy yet determined tone.

The only hunting in your future would be Easter Egg hunting.

1. Do not call him. While it may be hard for you to sleep at night without hearing his voice, I can promise you that it is not hard for him to sleep without hearing yours.
2. Cry. It is okay to cry, it doesn’t make you weak. Keeping it bottled up makes you weak, letting it out makes you stronger.
3. Love. Love the flowers, love dogs, love cats, love those stupid fucking raisins that you hate, love everything that he hates. Love your life while you still can. Love yourself. While he may have been able to leave you, you cannot. You have been stuck with yourself from the moment you took your first breath, and you will be until the moment you take your last. Embrace that truth with open arms.
4. Take care of yourself, take care of your friends, take care of your family, take care of strangers. If you feel as though you have a heart full of love with no one to give it to, give it to the world. It needs it a whole lot more than he does.
5. Don’t be afraid. Let people in, trust people, stop being scared of your own shadow because of him. Not everyone is going to lie to you and abandon you, but not everyone is going to tell you the truth and stay with you. Be careful, but do not be fearful.
6. Stop listening to his favorite songs or his favorite band, stop listening to those stupid songs that tug at your heart strings and make you think of the first time you held his hand, stop torturing yourself over something that you had no control over. It really wasn’t you, it really was him.
7. Please remember to eat. If he doesn’t love you now, he will not love you if you lose 40 pounds in a month, and you won’t love you either.
8. Stop trying to be enough for him and learn how to be enough for yourself. I promise you that no one will ever love you more than you can love yourself, and I can promise you that nobody deserves your love more than you do.
9. Learn to appreciate the little things about yourself that he couldn’t stand, like the way you pick at your nail polish when you’re nervous, or the way that you twirl your hair around your fingers when you’re trying to focus, or how you tug at the collar of your shirt when you don’t know what to say. Appreciate the little things about yourself that make you different, because they are the only things that make you, you. Never let anyone strip you of your individuality, especially some stupid, hormone crazed, teenage boy who still needs his mother to dress him at 17 years old.
10. Talk to new people and make new friends, you can never have too many. Have a conversation with the quiet girl in your class who disappears to the library by herself at lunch, and then invite her to come have lunch with you, or ask her if she would mind your company at the library. Make everyone feel at home.
11. When he leaves, don’t isolate yourself or turn your body into a walking shrine of all of the memories that you two created. Get out of bed, brush your teeth, brush your hair, put on a nice dress, for no reason other than the fact that you want to look good for yourself. Step outside of your front door, sit on the porch, sit in the grass, take a walk, soak up the sun, fall in love with the world. It is so much more beautiful than he ever will be.
12. Reinvent yourself for the better, and turn yourself into someone you would fall in love with, and then do it.
—  A 12-Step Program on How to Get Over the Boy Who Broke Your Heart
When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)


Title: When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Summary: After Hydra, Bucky became shyer than he ever was before. Until he meets someone even more bashful than he was. Could he help her rebuild her self-confidence? Make her believe she’s worth more than she thinks? And convince her he’s truly madly deeply in love with her?

Note: So this is a little something for @whotheeffisbucky who is having an especially hard time today. Know that you’ll always be loved for who you are! 

MASTERLIST

Bucky was a new presence in the Stark Tower. He was a quiet soul and kept to himself mostly. After the civil war between the Avengers, he couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled in him every time his eyes met his now teammates.

He wasn’t the only one in the tower that mostly kept to themselves. (Y/N) has been in the team for a good year and the other Avengers still didn’t see much of her aside from during missions.

Quiet people seem to notice each other and the two often noticed each others presence and little quirks every time they were in the same room.

During briefing sessions, Bucky would notice (Y/N) fiddling with the corners of her shirt when the conversation was directed at her.

In turn, (Y/N) notices how Bucky’s eyes avert away from people and stare at the tabletop when anyone in the team seemed to ask him for his opinion.

As time passes, Bucky couldn’t help himself but have his gaze fleet over to (Y/N) anytime he was out in the common area. He noticed how she tries to hide, make herself as scarce as possible, almost trying to let her 3-size too large sweater swallow her as the Avengers team chat up a storm.


Bucky was used to having (Y/N)’s quiet presence around. She tried to make herself invisible but to Bucky, she was all he could see in the rowdy common room during movie night.

Today, though, Bucky couldn’t spot the girl. He was settled at the far end of the couch, his usual seat, where he could have a completely unobstructed view of the room, a habit from his days as a soldier.

As the clock hits 9 PM, Bucky couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face. He knew that (Y/N) was a creature of habit. She may not be too sociable but she never missed a movie night, not since Bucky joined the team.

“(Y/N) isn’t here.” Bucky gruff voice sounded and the noisy room was suddenly plunged into a pin-drop silence.

Bucky’s voice was rare and surprised the group of heroes. Wanda snapped from her reverie quicker than the rest and cleared her throat.

“(Y/N) said she isn’t joining us tonight. She’s tired and wants to rest early.” the redhead said with slight disappointment.

Bucky grunted in response and his frown deepened as worry pooled at his stomach. The team didn’t miss the look he sported.

“I’m… I’m just going to go. Uhm, goodnight guys.” Bucky said softly, his voice deep with uneasiness.

Trudging his way to the living quarters of the tower, his shoulders were slumped. Steve attempted to stand up and go after his friend but was stopped by Natasha.

“Let him be, Cap. He isn’t going back to his room,” she said with a knowing smile. Only to be met with Steve’s look of confusion.


The soldier paced back and forth (Y/N)’s room, footsteps unusually loud considering his training.

“Would you like for me to inform Ms. (Y/N) of your arrival, Sergeant Barnes?” FRIDAY’s voice filled the silent corridor causing Bucky to jump.

“Uh, well, um, if you would please. yes, thank you?” Bucky replied, still not used to speaking into thin air.

He straightened himself and bit his lip, mind whirring at what to say to the lady when she opened the door.

As his mind went into an overdrive, the door cracked open slightly, (Y/N) face coming into view.

Surprised at having a visitor, (Y/N) was at a lost and remained quiet, her wide eyes staring at the shy man in front of her.

“Uhh, hi, hey. I’m Bucky. Uh, well, no, I mean I am Bucky but you know that.” Bucky blabbered on, the tips of his ear a bright pink.

A small laughter bubbled out of the girl before she could stop herself. At the sound of her chuckle, both of them stopped short.

“Hi, Bucky. Is there anything I can help you with?” her soft voice asked, eyes trained on Bucky, a concerned gleam reflecting in them.

“I’m just, well, I missed… I mean we missed you at movie night.” Bucky said, louder than he intended due to his embarrassment.


From then, the two formed quite a special friendship. Their silence, shyness and need to stay out sight bonded them in ways no one really understood.

It was from then that Bucky slowly understood why the girl was so quiet and reclusive even if she was working with the world’s rowdiest bunch of heroes.

She lived in her head more often than not and that bright mind would have all sorts of thought whirring through. And eventually, the only thought left swirling around her mind were negative ones.

Her confidence crumbled as her thoughts got louder. She started questioning her looks, her abilities, her everything. And eventually she was so overwhelmed, she kept to herself and her thoughts.

Bucky was no stranger to gloomy thoughts. He had them regardless if he was awake or asleep. It was a fact the team knew. He understood how suffocating it could be to have your mind controlling your emotions.

The duo was lounging in the common room, books in hand as they sat together, shoulders bumping.

(Y/N) found solace in having Bucky around. It was almost as if her thoughts were on pause, and it was just Bucky and her.


“Doll?” Bucky called out, nudging her.

Without glancing away from her book, (Y/N) let out a small sound to acknowledge him.

“You’re beautiful you know?” Bucky said with a small contented sigh as he placed his head on her shoulder. Bucky was a man of few words after Hydra, he didn’t know how to make (Y/N) understand how he saw her, other than simply putting them in the most straightforward words.

The girl was caught off guard, her face flushing without control.


From then on, Bucky made it his mission to show (Y/N) just how perfect she was. If she couldn’t see it, Bucky would show her, he thought.

In the early mornings, he’d always compliment her wonderful cooking skills. If she wore her hair up, she was beautiful, if she wore her hair down, she was beautiful.

She could be wearing an oversized sweater and mismatched lounge pants and Bucky thought she was the most amazing girl he’s laid eyes on.

Bucky thought she was the most beautiful make-up free, a small contented smile on her lips, wearing her favorite shirt from Bucky as she talked animatedly about the latest book she read. And he’d tell her that, never missing an opportunity to let her know she’s perfect just the way she is.


With time, (Y/N) started accepting the compliments given to her. It was a good step forward. Until she walked into the meeting room that day.

Stepping into the room, she shifted her eyes to her usual seat next to Bucky and realized it was taken.

She wouldn’t have minded sitting elsewhere if it wasn’t that the girl sitting on the seat was the prettiest SHIELD agent (Y/N) has met.

Seeing Bucky and her talking animatedly, her self-esteem plummeted to nothingness and she bit back a sob, turned around and made her way out. She’ll explain to Steve later on as to why she missed the meeting.

What she needed now was her room, her bed, her own space.

Bucky noticed (Y/N) immediately when she walked into the crowded room. Confusion was etched on his face when she saw her face crumple as she turned and made her way out.

Without excusing himself from the agent speaking to him, ignoring Steve’s questions, he hurried out of the meeting room.

The more he thought, the more unsettled he got. Bucky broke into a run and disregarded taking the elevator.

Running up 3 floors, Bucky reached (Y/N)’s door and immediately heard sobbing from inside. His heart broke at her whimpers and immediately entered the passcode her knew by heart.

He took only 3 steps getting to her bedside, he pulled the girl towards him and hid her in his embrace.

“Doll?” his gruff voice laced with so much concern even (Y/N)’s heart constricted at the sound.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned further at her lack of reply.

Bucky pulled her lightly off his chest, now drenched in her tears. He took one look at her and cupped her face with his wide hands.

“What’s wrong beautiful? Talk to me.” he pleaded, eyes desperate for her to say something, anything.

“I’m sorry.” her voice was tired and soft.

“Why are you sorry sweetheart?” his confusion evident.

“I just, when I saw you with her, I just couldn’t help myself but see all my flaws. And what I don’t have or have too much that she doesn’t. She’s perfect. And I’m me.” (Y/N) whispered out.

“Oh, doll… Are you talking about whoever was sitting on your seat earlier?” Bucky asked.

She nodded lightly, her face now buried in his broad chest, seeking some form of comfort.

“I’m sorry doll. I should’ve stopped her from sitting at your seat but I was looking for you and didn’t notice when she sat down,” he explained.

Before (Y/N) could reply, he pulled the girl by her waist, hoisting her up onto his lap, his arms locking behind her to keep her in place.

“Now doll, everyone has flaws. I do. Steve does. So do Nat and Tony. I have metal for an arm, I’ve had my mind messed with most of my life and I still struggle from nightmares at 102. But our flaws are what makes us, us. And to me, everything about you, including your flaws, are perfect. Because it’s what makes you (Y/N).” Bucky said, his eyes never leaving her.

He moved a hand from her waist to her face, softly wiping away a stray tear.

I love you (Y/N).” he confessed softly.

“I really mean it. You’re beautiful even if you can’t see it. I can’t see myself as anything other than a murderer, but you see past that. You see James Buchanan Barnes, the man with flaws. But you still think I’m wonderful. So here I am, to remind you, that I see you, (Y/N) flaws and all. And I think you’re beautiful.” he whispered to her, as he landed a kiss on her lips.


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Hatred

Request: You and Jughead don’t like each other and trade insults all the time, until one day you’re thrown together and start making out furiously.

Requested by: anonymous

Part 2: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157709938523/hatred-part-2

Part 3: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157992846283/hatred-part-3

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You were sandwiched between Betty and the wall in a booth at Pop’s. You frowned across the table at Jughead, who had a similarly unamused look upon his face. You were trying to be civil with him, but he kept insisting upon glaring at you instead of just leaving you alone.

It was Betty’s birthday and she had invited you, Veronica, Archie, and Jughead to have dinner at Pop’s before her party. Betty was one of your best friends, so of course you said yes, but the meal turned sour when you ended up stuck across from Jughead. Betty and Veronica were chatting away, with Archie chiming in from time to time. You were trying to focus on your food.

Pop walked over to the booth carrying a large strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream on top. He placed it in front of Betty before stating with a jolly laugh, “On the house, Betty. Happy Birthday!” Everyone at the table, including Pop, burst into the Happy Birthday song. You joined in, glad to be celebrating Betty instead of focusing on Jughead.

“Would any of you kids like a milkshake?” Pop asked after the song was over. Archie and Veronica both ordered before Pop turned to you.

“I’d like a chocolate milkshake.” You said politely.

“I’ll take a chocolate milkshake as well.” Jughead said.

“Coming right up kids.” Pop smiled before walking to the back.

A few minutes later, Pop came back carrying three milkshakes. He was scowling. “I’m sorry kids, we only had enough chocolate ice cream left for one milkshake.” He placed it in the middle of the table between you and Jughead.

“That’s okay, Pop. We’ll figure it out.” You said politely. As soon as he was gone, your eyes shot towards Jughead. He had already grabbed the milkshake.

“That’s my milkshake.” You said, unamused.

“I got to it first.” He shrugged, dipping his straw into the drink.

“And I ordered first, so it’s my milkshake.”

“That’s too bad.” He said mockingly, before taking a sip. You really wished you had laser vision.

“Jughead, don’t be childish. Share it.” Betty told him. That was Betty, always trying to remedy the situation between you and Jughead.

He rolled his eyes, before sliding it across the table. You smirked at him before scooping out some ice cream. “You know what? I don’t want it anymore.” He said dryly.

You looked at him incredulously. Was he really that childish? “Whatever, more for me.”

AT THE PARTY

Thank god you were at a party. They really weren’t Jughead’s scene, so you never had to see him. You were enjoying yourself, talking and laughing with Veronica and Archie.

By 9 pm, a raging game of spin the bottle truth or dare was in full swing. Someone would spin the bottle and whoever it landed on would be asked to pick truth or dare. It was Veronica’s turn to spin.

As the bottle spun around, you couldn’t help but hope it wouldn’t land on you. You didn’t want to do anything wild and become the girl who made out with some loser or something. Unfortunately, the bottle slowed and stopped just as it pointed to you.


You sighed. You had to pick dare. Everyone else had chosen it and you didn’t want to be the only one who chickened out. “What kind of dare you got for me, Ronnie?”

She sat there for a few seconds, thinking. Archie leaned over and whispered something in her ear and her eyes lit up. “That’s good!” She turned to you. “I dare you to experience seven minutes in heaven with…” She looked around the room, before her eyes landed on the last person you ever wanted to be locked in a closet with. “Jughead.”

He was leaning against the wall in the corner of the room, watching the game silently. When you glanced over at him, he was scowling. And so were you. “Really, Ronnie? Of all the people…” you were irritated. Why did they have to do this to you?

“You have to, [Y/N].” She stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her. She led you to the closet, before opening the door and gesturing for you to enter. You looked over at Betty, hoping she would stop this, but she only mouthed ‘sorry.’ You rolled your eyes, but entered the small room.

“No way.” Jughead didn’t move from his spot in the corner.

“Archie, a little help?” Veronica asked.

Archie jumped up, and walked over to Jughead. He was much stronger than Jughead, so it was easy for him to push Jughead towards the closet. With a final shove, Jughead fell into the closet. Unfortunately, he fell on top of you just after Veronica slammed the door shut.

He knocked you over, and you knocked over a couple of board games that were on the shelves behind you.

“Keep It down you two!” Someone yelled from outside, causing everyone else to laugh.

You rolled your eyes. This was so mature.

Jughead quickly found his footing and took a step towards the corner of the closet, not bothering to help you up.

“Thanks for the help.” You said sarcastically, getting up and picking up the board games that had fallen.

“Thanks for getting us into this situation.” He said, annoyed.

“Oh, I got us into this situation?” You turned towards him, growing irritated.

“Yeah, if you weren’t so rude to me all the time, they wouldn’t have forced us into this closet.”

“Oh, I’m the rude one? Okay.” Your sarcasm grew stronger with every sentence.

“Or if you just hadn’t picked dare like a dumbass.” He continued grilling you.

“And what else was I supposed to pick? Everyone was picking dare.” You took a step closer to him, so you could get in his face. You weren’t going to take his crap.

“You need to stop worrying so much about what everyone else is doing.” He took a step closer to you, so you were right in each other’s faces.

“Oh yeah, like I should be taking advice from-“ Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned closer to you, pressing his lips into yours.

You were caught by surprise, and tried to lean out of it, but his lips felt so warm on yours that you couldn’t. His kiss was full of anger and he leaned into it, pushing you against the wall. You didn’t understand it or why it was happening, but it felt too good to break. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your hands into the hair underneath his beanie and bringing him closer to you.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, he took a step back. His eyes burned into yours, intense and full of desire. You couldn’t help but breath hard after that intense make out session. You still had three minutes left in heaven and you sure as hell weren’t going to let it slip away.

You roughly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back to you, locking lips again. You could tell he was surprised you wanted more, as his kiss was sloppy. You didn’t care. His lips just felt so good against yours.

He pulled away again, this time backing away from you until his back was against the opposite wall. “You’ve got about 30 seconds before someone’s going to come crashing through that door.” He said quietly, straightening the beanie on top of his hair.

“So are we going to talk about that?” You asked as you flattened your frizzed hair and straightened your shirt.

Jughead watched you intensely with the same hungry look in his eyes. You could tell he was resisting. He shook his head slowly. “It’s probably better if we don’t.”

Before you could utter another word, the door flew open and in marched Veronica. “Nice to see you could get along for a few minutes.” She laughed, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the closet. You glanced over at Jughead as you were leaving, but he was staring at the wall where you had just stood.

Everything was confusing you. Why did he do that? Why did you like it so much? Did you no longer hate Jughead? Everything he did was so annoying, and yet you loved the way his lips felt against yours. You were hungry for more and you knew he was, too. The only question left was: How could you see him again?

“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (NSFW)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. Slightly NSFW. Well, actually, totally NSFW. Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs

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Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around…and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister…

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening…Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t. 

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people. 

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind…It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything. 

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the best thing he never had ; two

one , two , three , four

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au

word count; 3.1k

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him


You and Jungkook have inevitably stuck with each other like glue for a long epoch of time, that when you do tell people that you were best friends with him for 15 years, it was hard not to laugh at their reactions that usually consisted of jaws at the floor or sky rocketed eyebrows along with constant questions that you always had the answers to before they were even asked. But, you have to admit, you never answered the question that was along the lines of; “haven’t you fallen in love with him yet?” because apparently, Jeon Jungkook was the man of everyone’s dreams and you curse yourself copious amount of times that you were undeniably one of the many people of ‘everyone’.

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Reaction #13: His s/o flirting  or making him jealous with another member because they want his attention

SeokJin (Genie):

Jin will automatically go into protective mode. Usually he wasn’t much of the jealous type and trusted you as you trusted him. But seeing you act way too close for his liking to Namjoon, he started to get jealous. You were talking to Namjoon and sat closer to him second by second, looking way too interested in the conversation. You needed to talk to someone or do at least something to get your boyfriend to notice you since he’s been acting a little distant lately. All of the sudden, you felt a hand tap your shoulder. When you looked up, Jin was standing there and leaned in and said “Princess can I talk to you for a minute?” he said eyeing Namjoon. You got up from your seat and waved at Namjoon and followed Jin into your shared bedroom. Jin closed the door and stood there and asked “Princess I trust you and never get jealous, but it seemed like you were flirting with Namjoon, why?” you stood there, you felt your eyes slightly well up with tears. “It’s because I don’t feel like you want to be around me anymore.” you said softly, looking at the ground. You felt a hand lift up your chin. “I’m sorry y/n, I love you so much and I really do want to be around you, it’s just my schedule has gotten intense and when I come home I feel tired. I promise when I have my days off i’ll spend more time with you when I can.” You looked up at him and now you understood why he was being so distant. “I love you SeokJin, and i’m sorry you’re feeling so tired. Hey, why don’t we just make a meal and relax and watch tv together?” you suggested. “I have the best girlfriend/boyfriend ever!” he said smiling widely.

Yoongi (Yeon Ki Min):

You felt Yoongi was quite distant over the past couple of days. At first you didn’t pay much attention to it because you knew he was busy composing songs for their comeback. You would always tell Yoongi that he needed some rest, but he would always ignore you and said “Aish y/n can we talk about this later?” but in fact, he never did talk to you. You waited up for him to come to bed, pulled back the blankets for him so he wouldn’t have to do the extra work, waiting up for him to come to bed. But when he did, he didn’t talk about anything and just kissed your forehead and said “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay babe?” and then drifted off to sleep before you could barely get a word out. This was a routine that happened for 3 days straight but you finally got tired of trying to help him when in fact he was just ignoring you. In order for him to focus on you, you were slightly flirting with Hoseok to make him jealous. Every time Hobi would make you laugh you touched his arm and laughed loudly.  He would watch from a distance while looking over his lyrics, not being able to concentrate as he continuously kept shooting daggers over to you and Hoseok’s direction. One last time you touched Hobi’s arm and Yoongi got up and walked over to you and said “Yah! I can’t concentrate! y/n come with me for a sec.” You walked with Yoongi as he took your hand and led you to your shared bedroom. “Oh now you want to talk to me?” you said nonchalant. “Y/N don’t with me right now. You were obviously flirting with Hoseok.” he said slightly frowning waiting for an answer. He saw tears fill up your eyes and immediately he softened up. “I was trying to make you jealous so you could notice me. For the past few days you haven’t been paying attention to me when all I was trying to do was help you.” You explained. His expression softened as he wiped away the tears falling down your face. “I’m sorry babe, you’re right. I promise i’ll take it easy now, okay?” he said tilting his head a little, still holding your face. You nodded as he took you in a hug.

Hoseok (J-Dope):

Hobi wasn’t acting the way he always acted. He was usually upbeat and happy. But sometimes you noticed he would have his bad days but as long as he had you he was okay instantly. But now you saw he wasn’t acting a little strange. Every time he came home, he didn’t do what he always did. It would always be a tradition that when he came home, you would be waiting up for him and he would take you into his arms and spin you around. But recently when he came home he wouldn’t do the greeting and say “I don’t really feel like it right now babe.” and go straight to take a shower and then to bed. You have gotten a little more worried and would always ask him if he was okay and he would say he was fine, but you knew he wasn’t. So in order to get him to talk to you you had to get his attention. One day you came with Hobi to the dance studio where him and Jimin were doing some dances. While Hoseok stepped away to go get some water, this was your chance to get Jimin to help you make him jealous. “Hey Jimin, can you teach me a few moves from Lie?” “Sure” you responded with a smile and he started to teach you. You both were in the middle of practicing a few dance moves to “Lie”, both you and Jimin laughing when you fell as he lifted you up. All of the sudden, Hoseok came back and said loudly “what are you two doing?” you could tell he was jealous, but he was trying to hide it with a slight smile. “Hyung I was just teaching y/n the dance moves to Lie.” Jimin said. “Oh that’s great!” Hobi replied as if he wasn’t at least slightly jealous. He wanted to be the one to teach you dance moves and laugh with him when you failed but realized you both haven’t done that in a while and that’s why he was jealous. “Jimin, can you excuse us for a second?” Hobi asked Jimin as he nodded, your boyfriend taking your hand as you walked with him into another room. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me you wanted me to teach you more choreography?” he said, you could hear the jealousy and hurt in his voice. “It’s because you never talk to me anymore like you used to. We never do our greeting anymore and I just feel like you’re getting tired of me.” you said as a single tear dropped down your face. Tears started to well up in his eyes too. After hearing you say that his heart stopped. He immediately took you into a hug, then kissing your forehead. “I never meant to do this y/n, i’m so sorry baby. We will forever from now on keep doing our routine okay?” he said. You nodded with a smile.

Namjoon (Monie):

“Namjoon can we talk for once?” you said, looking at your boyfriend rambling through trying to compose lyrics and music for their comeback. “Just give me a second baby, okay?” he said yet again the same thing he has said for the past week. He hardly even got any rest as he stayed up till 4 in the morning trying to compose songs, just to wake up early again to do the same. He wouldn’t even talk to you anymore, and you missed those little talks and rambling on about just anything just before you two fell asleep. You missed him pulling you into little cuddles as you two talked, both playing with each other’s hands, hair, or whatever it may be. But all that ever happened for a week was him constantly overworking himself and you were worried about his health. You refused to let this happen another night. You tried to change into his t-shirt and nothing else on but your underwear and go downstairs and see how he’d react. This was your usual go to charm to get him to focus and notice you, but again..nothing. He kept looking down trying to get everything in order and you could tell how burned out he was. It was currently 10 PM and you were fed up with trying to get him to listen. All of the sudden you said something that would definitely make him listen to you. You then called Jin on the phone to talk to him. Talking about random friendly things as you laughed loudly at something he has said. He heard you on the phone and a familiar voice along with yours. He quickly looked up at you, a frown on his face as he walked up to you quickly and asked “Are you talking to Jin on the phone?” he said, jealousy prominent in his voice with a hint of anger. You then told Jin that you’d call him right back and hung up so you could have this discussion with your now fully focused boyfriend. “Why does it matter to you? You don’t listen to me anyway.” you said nonchalantly, slight rolling your eyes. “Why do you have to call Jin, why can’t you just talk to m-” he then stopped realized in the middle of his sentence that you in fact did try to talk to him. He saw the tears fill your eyes as a single tear fell on your cheek. “I’m just worried about your health Joonie, that’s all.” you said, tears falling down your eyes. He softened up and only wanted to take you in his arms, which he did and gave you a long, lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry baby. I will pay attention to you more from now on.” he said. You nodded. He then scanned your body to notice you were wearing his t-shirt with just underwear and vocalized before biting his lip “Now can you please take care of me babygirl/boy?” as he picked you up bridal style.

Jimin (Christian Chim Chim):

Jimin was more quiet than he was around you. Usually Jimin was so affectionate towards you, never wanting to be away from you. He would always either compliment you, touch you, or communicate with you in general, so much you were starting to get suspicious of how Jimin was acting lately. Jimin was sitting down at the studio with his head in his hands. You tried to see what was up with him, walking up to him and placing your hand on his shoulder. “Jiminie what’s wrong? Talk to me please?” you pleaded, still trying to get Jimin to open up. “I’m fine.” he said,his voice low and head still in his hands. You still didn’t believe him. “Jimin you know you can talk to me about anyth-” “Y/N I SAID I’M FINE!” he yelled cutting you off. This caught you off guard because Jimin never acted like this. He would never yell at you like this. You stood there with a lump in your throat, tears forming in your eyes. “Okay fine.. if you’re not going to talk to me then I guess i’m done trying to help.” you said obviously fed up and storming out of the studio. He looked up at you with an expression like he wanted to say something. “y/n wait..” he said but you had already stormed out. You ran out of the room, tears in your eyes. “Why won’t he just talk to me.” You thought to yourself. While you were escaping quickly from Jimin, you so happened to bump into Tae while he was going back into the studio. “Y/N are you okay?” he asked worried about you. “I don’t know. I was trying to talk to Jimin but he wouldn’t open up to me. Instead of telling me he just..yelled.” you explained, tears endlessly streaming from your eyes. “Oh…y/n i’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happened to him.” he said, quickly offering open arms for a hug that you accepted. You then heard footsteps walking towards you, knowing it might be Jimin you said “Thanks Tae, I can always count on you to talk to me.” as you hugged him tighter. You were trying to make Jimin jealous, but you also slightly meant it. “Y/N…?” you heard a voice softly call behind you that you knew all too well. You and Tae both quickly released from your hug, as you turned around with your head down not looking up at him. “Tae can you excuse us for a minute?” Tae nodded as he headed to the studio. “Y/N..?” he said trying to touch you but you quickly moved away. “Y/N please I’m so sorry jagiya. I pushed you away when all you were trying to do was help me. I should have talked to you and i’m so sorry. Please forgive me?” he said, tears falling from his eyes. You looked up at him, and wiped his tears away. “I forgive you, but only if you talk to me about everything that’s upsetting you, okay?” He nodded taking you into a strong embrace, like he never wanted to let you go.

Taehyung (Jack):
 

You were just in you and Tae’s shared bedroom watching tv, waiting for Tae to come home so you can binge watch a drama/show that you both wanted to check out. All of the sudden you heard the door slam in the front. You got scared, but slowly went to see who it was, not wanting to put yourself in harm’s way, you picked up an item and stayed in a spot where the possible intruder wouldn’t see you. But you noticed that it wasn’t an intruder, but instead your boyfriend Taehyung. But why did he look so angry? “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” you asked worriedly. “I just don’t want to talk right now, okay?” he said slightly annoyed. You were left standing there dumbfounded. Why was he acting this way? You let him simmer down for a little while, as he took his shower. After he came out, you made your way to him slowly. “Taebear? (sorry that was cheesy) talk to me please. what’s wrong?” you said trying to get him to open up. “I’m fine.. really babe. I don’t feel like watching the drama/show today, maybe another time. I just need some sleep.” he said. “Okay..that’s fine.” you said shaking it off, but you were still worried and determined to find out what happened to him but just not today. He kissed you before falling asleep. You thought you might as well just lay down too because there will be no binge watching with Tae tonight. You layed down, turning off your lamp as you just laid there, constantly wondering what Tae was so upset over. The next day you woke up to Tae just sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. You slowly arose from your side of the bed and made your way over to the edge. You slowly put your arms around him while softly saying “Tae? please talk to me.” he quickly slightly fanned you away from him. “Y/N can you stop being so clingy for once?!” he raised his voice. It scared you hearing and seeing him like this, but you were hurt from him words, not believing he would actually talk to you like this. You got up immediately, tears streaming down your face. “FINE! I’LL JUST GO TALK TO JUNGKOOK! AT LEAST HE WON’T THINK I’M CLINGY AND ACTUALLY TALK TO ME!” you yelled as you stormed out of the room. You sat down by your bedroom door, crying as you picked up the phone to dial Jungkook. Before you could press the button to dial him, you felt a hand on yours stopping you. “I’m so sorry love, I really am.” he said putting his head on your shoulder. You didn’t know what to do but you found yourself stroking his hair. You know he would never mean these things. You nodded. “You know all I want to do is help. Just tell me what’s bothering you from now on.” “okay.” he said sniffling from crying. “By the way I love your clinginess and I love you. I didn’t mean it.” he said, holding you tighter.

Jungkook (Justin Seagull):

“Y/N? can you please come here for a moment?” said Namjoon quickly as you stepped through the door. You had came to the studio to make a surprise visit to Jungkook. “Sure.” you nodded with a smile. You were confused for what he needed you for but you just followed him to see what was going on. He lead you to the practice room where Jungkook just sat down, not saying anything and listening to music, a sad but angry expression on his face. “Namjoon, what’s wrong with Kookie?” you asked worriedly. “He won’t talk to us, that’s why we needed you to talk to him. I feel like you could be the one to get him to talk.” he replied. You nodded and said “Thank you Namjoon.” before you walked in to see what was up with your boyfriend. You slowly made your way to Jungkook, sitting down on the floor beside him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he still didn’t look at you..no response. “Jungkookie?” you said trying to take off his headphones so he could hear you as he swatted your hand away. “AISH WILL YOU ALL JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!” he yelled. You got scared but sat there staring at him dumbfounded. How could he act this way? You felt tears forming in your eyes, and got angry. “All we were trying to do was help you! All of us but you don’t care!” All of the sudden you saw Yoongi walking in to see what was going on. “I’m going to talk to Yoongi then, at least HE understands how rude you’re acting and wants to listen to me!” you stormed out to Yoongi who was standing there shocked. Before you could reach him, you felt a hand on yours holding you back, which was your boyfriend’s. He walked up to you and just hugged you. “I’m so sorry y/n. I never want you to think I don’t love and appreciate you and my hyungs.” he said as he continued to hug you, you felt tears on your shoulder coming from Jungkook as you took him into an embrace, stroking his hair. “So..I guess i’ll go then.” Yoongi said awkwardly making his way from the room telling the other boys what’s going on. Still in Jungkook’s embrace all of the sudden you hear a voice that sounds a lot like Hobi’s (spoiler alert it is Hobi’s) saying  “See I knew y/n would be his weakness!” You both started to chuckle. 


A/N: Sorry this took so long, have been busy but I hope you enjoyed this LOOONG reaction. (ALSO KEEP STREAMING DNA!!! ;) )

The lobster bib and floppy hat conspiracy

So Tom did a Q&A session on Reddit yesterday and someone asked about the lobster bib and the red floppy hat in Jesus’ trailer.

And Tom answer raised so many questions in me I had to make a post.

He said that “all will be revealed” and not to forget that Maggie is wearing Jesus’ clothes lately.

And it’s interesting because Tom already brought up Maggie’s clothes being Jesus’ in the 7x14 review interview he was invited to. More precisely Maggie’s Diner shirt.

That one.

Maggie already wore that shirt. I think we saw her in it in 7x05. It reads Hon’s Diner I think.

So I have two theories about that. The first on is:

-Maybe Jesus is gonna get hurt instead of Maggie.

In the last episode we saw that Gregory had started to feel threaten by Maggie’s presence at the Hilltop and Jesus’ loyalty towards her. He talked about it to Simon and we saw in 7x15 preview that Gregory will try to hurt Maggie.

Now hear me out, Jesus and Maggie have the same heights, and they’re wearing the same clothes. Also Gregory has been drinking more and more this season. For a drunk like Gregory, from behind, only the hair makes a difference and if Jesus he wearing, let’s say, a big floppy red hat, Gregory wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

My second theory is:

-The Diner is what matters.

Maggie has been wearing Jesus’ clothes but Tom specifically talked about the Diner shirt. So the Diner must be an important place.

Now I will talked about one my other theory, is that Jesus actually asked Sherry for her help. And they organized Daryl escape together. While Jesus cleared the path, Sherry would let Daryl out.

I’ll explain. The Desus escape always seemed off to me. it was too quick, we didn’t really see anything and it seemed like Daryl would have escape even if Jesus hadn’t stayed to help.

Besides, the timing was just perfect, Sherry magically decided to help on the day Jesus was at the Sanctuary and stayed to help Daryl. And Jesus found Daryl so easily, like he knew he would be here.

And in 7x14 we saw this:

When Sasha takes the bullets from Jesus’ hiding place we can clearly see that Jesus is also hiding Daryl’s bike key AND it’s resting on a /matchbook/. And I think the matchbook is really important.

The matchbook is upside down so we don’t notice it to much and don’t make the connection with another matchbook we saw not a long ago.

This one:

Yes! During Daryl and Jesus escape from the Sanctuary. Daryl also had a match on his note and we still don’t know why. Daryl is inside the building, not outside, he is the one who opens the door so the matchbook can’t be seen by him. It’s not a sign for Daryl but for Jesus. Indicating that Daryl is behind /this/ particular door. And for Daryl the match means, the one with the matchbook is there to help you trust him.

Now what if the matchbook is Jesus’. Because he obviously kept it, when Daryl opens the door it falls on the floor and they’re escaping so why did Jesus troubled himself with picking up the matchbook?

My guess is the matchbook is from Hon’s Diner too. Hon’s Diner being an important place to Jesus for whatever reason. And that we’ll see more of that Dinner.

Maybe this Diner is an important part of Jesus past? Or maybe it’s one of Jesus’ hideout? Maybe Jesus’ told Sherry to hide there after /she/ escape?

What do you all think?

As for the lobster thingy, I have NO IDEA

mixiia  asked:

Hamliza?

anonomyse said: Yo! Hamilza?

  • Who said “I love you” first: Alex said it inappropriatley fast. Like on their second date Eliza laughs at something Alex says and Alex is just like ‘wow I love you’. 
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Eliza has a picture of Alex in his military uniform. He cuts quite the figure in the fitted blue suit and covered in medals. Alex has a picture that Eliza sent him when he was deployed of her lying in bed that was captioned ‘miss you’.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Eliza leaves Alex little doodles. She’ll draw a heart with their initials or two stick figures holding hands in front of a house.
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts: In the beginning of their relationship when Alex is still poor he spends most of the time buying Eliza little things like claw machine stuffed animals and plastic rings. After he gains power and affluence he starts to shower her in jewlery and all the extravegent things he wanted to give her when he first proposed. Eliza would have been fine with the 25 cent rings for the rest of her life though. 
  • Who initiated the first kiss: Eliza did!! She first saw Alex while accompanying her father to a Military Ball and admired him from afar for the entire party. She nearly dies when Angelica introduces him to her. They spend the rest of the night talking and before she knows it her father is telling her they are about to leave. She’s disapointed and she sees Alex looked disappointed to so she just leans in for a quick peck on the cheek and Alex swoons.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Alex wakes Eliza up with kisses. He has to get up early for work everymorning and at first he used to just leave but Eliza told him that she liked to say goodbye so he started to kiss her awake in order to say bye. 
  • Who starts tickle fights: Alex does it. It happens most often when Eliza is feeling neglected by Alex for his work so he tries to make it up to her by making her laugh. The problem is Eliza knows how suseptiable she is to his charm so she puts in headphones to stay mad at him so he has to make her laugh via tickling. 
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Eliza ask Alex in the morning when she wakes up a little early on accident and Alex still hasn’t showered yet. She knows they won’t see each other for the entire day so she suggest they spend some time in the shower to make up for that.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Eliza suprises Alex every once and a while. She knows he’d never eat by his own volition so she occasionally pops into his job. She befriends all his coworkers and they are her eyes on the wall to make sure he does eat and if she gets a message that he hadn’t left his office all day she’ll show up with some subway.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Eliza was super shy and intimidated by the charming military boy that swept her off her feet in one night. Alex arranged a pinic at a secluded park and Eliza heard he had quite the reputation with the ladies so she’s nervous she wouldn’t match up to her previous relationship (like apparently he dated Kitty Livingston,,, woah). Alex turns out to be a total dork outside of a formal setting and is very passionate so Eliza is set a ease very quickly.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders: Alex does because Eliza once mentioned thinky spider were gross so he made it his personal mission to eliminate every spider from existance.
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Alex does it. Eliza shakes her head in a mixture of love and exasperation. It comes in levels though. Alex will start a little tipsy and that just means he hovers near Eliza smiling like an idiot. Then he gets drunk and he’s very loudly bragging about how he is dating the perfect girl. Then he’s totally wasted and he’s down a suit jacket and his shirts almost completely unbuttoned and he let his hair down and he’s just talking to whoever will listen about how amazing Eliza was and won’t stop until the person he’s talking to agrees that Eliza is the most beautiful woman ever.
My Favorite Person [Connor Murphy x Reader]

Title: My Favorite Person
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Requested: by the lovely @rinzix
Summary: College!Friends with benefits | You’re thankful to have a friend like Connor, for more reasons than one, but you’re fun may soon be coming to an end, and Connor isn’t feeling like himself
Warnings: mentions of sex | Connor has a potty mouth | mentions of mental health relapses and recovery | brief allusions to domestic violence | first person reader
A/N: This was such a wonderful, fun prompt and it reeaallly got away from me, so I apologize in advance. Essentially, the summary is I will probably never let Connor Murphy be happy. As always, it’s really rushed and I didn’t proof read. Enjoy?


It never starts the way I expect it to.

Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining. It just doesn’t work out the way it does in the movies, ya know? I’ve never gotten a text at eleven pm asking me to sneak across the campus to his conviently empty dorm room, never received anything remotely similar to a booty call. It started on accident, like everything else Connor Murphy does. He doesn’t understand the sort of pull he has on people.

Connor Murphy was an absolute octopus, first off. I woke up early–much earlier than he ever would–underneath a pile of pale, lithe limbs that seemed to tangle around me in a number of places. I was sticky–definitely sweaty from sleeping too close to Connor, who apparently fell asleep on top of me like some kind of animal, but I also felt an uncomfortable squish between my thighs that reminded me of the drastic turn of events that happened last night.

To be perfectly clear, this wasn’t the first time we had done this. The first time had been planned–an accidental mishap that had spiraled out of control, beginning with texts (“Hey, would you mind to model for a piece I’m working on? I can’t find any decent reference poses online.”) and ended with some not so appropriate banter (“Are we sexting? Is this sexting? I mean I’m horny but like it’s gotta be smoother than this, right? Shit, do you have nudes??) that had snowballed into an agreement: we could fool around, platonically, because being in college and being ridiculously horny all the time and balancing a decent relationship was one thing too many.

Still, our first few times had been planned: I’d come over for pizza when Connor’s roommate was out, we’d play video games and watch a movie, and, at some point, Connor would lean over with little to no warning and kiss me much too roughly, taking me off guard–it usually either dissolved into a fit of giggles or ended up with me on my back staring up at the smooth column of his throat, watching his pale adams apple dip briefly as he groaned into my hair.

The sun was up, shining obnoxiously through Connor’s too thin quilted curtains, filtering across our tangled bodies. My shirt was still on, thankfully–I had no idea when his roommate would be back–but Connor was entirely nude (save for a pair of tie-dye tube socks, I can’t believe I slept with him while he was wearing that), sprawled on top of me, all pale skin and angles. From here, I could see the knobs of his spine pressing against the thin, pale skin of his back where my hand rested. One of his hands was fisted tightly in the fabric of my shirt, just over my stomach, and the other was dangling off the edge of the  bed, his thin wrist almost comically looking as if it would snap.

The smell of him was overwhelming, of course, it always was. I could still taste him if I ran my tongue across the backs of my teeth. I’d need a long shower to scrub away the smell if I wanted to think coherently today–Connor was definitely my favorite person, the only real  friend I’d made at school so far, but the very smell of him was going to make my brain short circuit.

We needed to have a discussion, needed to stop doing this every time we hang out. A limit. I sighed, remembering. We were going to have to have a talk anyway.

Reaching up gingerly, I ran my fingers against the knots on his back, tracing the triangles of his scapula and cupping the back of neck to run my fingers through the curls. His hair needed washed, badly, but I didn’t mind, just continued to soothe, feeling him sigh in his sleep against my neck. I grinned, feeling his nose press more firmly against the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

“Why are you awake?” He slurred, lips wet where they brushed my skin. His limbs went taunt, stretching before rolling over off of me, his arms slinging against his eyes.

“Ugh, can you cover up?” I groaned, sitting up and pulling a blanket to pool in my lap, trying to look anywhere but Connor. “It’s daylight now, it’s too vivid.”

He just chuckled, running his hands to scrub at his face in an attempt to wake up, pushing tangled curls out of his eyes, grinning at me. “Sorry, geez. Didn’t hear you complaining last night.” Nonetheless, he yanked the blanket over his lap, rolling over to look at me with a smirk.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked, tapping my forehead with his thumb, before leaning over to kiss me there. He didn’t move away, just hovered over me on an elbow, and surrounded by his scent left me vaguely dizzy. I’d miss it when I left here, I knew.

I scrunched my nose, letting him know that the affection was unnecessary, but he kept leaning over, pressing another kiss to my temple.

“I don’t remember,” I sighed honestly. “You kinda kept me up till two am.”

“What time is it now?”

“One.”

“Christ, sorry,” he laughed, sitting up immediately and pushing his hair back. “Guess I tired you out, huh?”

“Don’t get cocky. We were talking until twelve thirty, you only last half an hour, bucko,” I said, crawling quickly out of the bed and tugging on my panties.

“Ouch! Didn’t hear you complaining,” he chuckled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail holder. He was planning to let me shower first, then.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, and I could tell that was the end of the discussion. We had a habit of skirting the topic during the daylight hours–if we talked about it, then we thought about it, and if we thought about it, then–well, you get the picture. “I’m gonna shower.”

——

By the time I’m out, my hair combed in wet strands sticking to the back of my neck and dressed in a clear pair of panties and one of Connor’s bigger shirts, Connor is sprawled on the bed, fully dressed, staring at a worn copy of T.S. Eliot poems, the green cloth binding fraying between his lithe fingers. The steam from the shower followed me in the room, making it look like a hazy 1970s Polaroid, accompanied by the warm light trying desperately to filter into the room through Connor’s quilted curtains.

He’s brushed his hair, I noticed, and there’s a lingering scent of cologne in an attempt to mask the smell of him–of us, if I’m being entirely honest–without showering. I nearly snorted aloud when I saw what he was wearing.

“That’s my shirt, you know,” I choked out between laughter, unable to believe that Connor fucking Murphy is wearing my tie dye crop top with a pair of ratty grey sweatpants. It was big on him, with a little pink embroidered heart stitched messily over the chest. The sweatpants rode high on his square hips, so all I could see was the slope of his ribs into the flat plain of his stomach, his belly button barely peaking out over the elastic waistband of his boxers, which rode a little higher than the sweats.

He looked up from the book, grinning lethargically, letting me know he was still barely awake. I probably should’ve let him sleep longer, but I needed to leave soon, and I wanted to tell him goodbye.

“I know,” he sighed lazily. “You left it here last time. It’s really soft.”

I bit back my smile, crossing the room to sit beside him. “Fair enough,” I conceded, tucking back a piece of hair that was beginning to slip from his ponytail.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he pointed out, pouting his bottom lip.

“I forgot to bring a clean one,” I lied.

“You know you have extras here,” he said, suddenly frowning and returning to his book. I paused, unsure what had caused the sudden mood shift, and wanted to be careful moving forward in the conversation. “I mean, you can always borrow mine, I don’t care or anything–”

“You don’t want anyone to see me wearing it, I get it, I’ll switch back before I leave,” I said reassuringly, scooting away half an inch to give him space. It was easy to overload Connor–it wasn’t his fault, I really did understand. Sometimes social interaction was too much, especially when I’d spent almost twenty four hours with him, and we’d been so intimate.

“Fuck, I don’t care about that,” he hissed, flipping the pages of his book much too rapidly to be actually reading them. “Do you care about that?”

The second statement was shorter, softer, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear. It made me nervous–Connor had been doing better, a lot better. Throwing himself into school, into art, made him better. He wasn’t recovered–it was hard to tell if he ever would be, and I’d only ever seen a few of his episodes, but any form of relapse that I couldn’t help him control was unwanted.

“Of course I don’t care, Con,” I said softly, reaching up to soothe his hair softly, feeling him stiffen and relax beneath my fingertips. “Jeez, we’re in college. I couldn’t care less what people think.”

He nodded, eyes creased before closing, his lips pressed together in a frown. “Right, right, you’re right, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I muttered, feeling nervous. He certainly wasn’t in any mood to hear my news. Something was on his mind. “You good?”

“Huh? Yeah! Great, don’t sweat it!” He some how managed to morph his deer in the headlights expression into one of enthusiasm.  It was more than concerning, and I hadn’t noticed when he’d developed the ability to swallow back his feelings. I didn’t know why he felt like he needed to. “What’s the plan for today, kiddo? There’s a Clark Gable marathon on TCM tonight, I know you like that black and white crap.”

Shit. I swallowed thickly, realizing I needed to tell him, and now. I was hoping it would wait until at least after we had food in us, or at least until Connor was awake enough to reign in his emotions and think with a level head.

“When’s your roommate getting back?” I asked instead, scratching at the back of my neck and not meeting his gaze. I felt him squint angrily at me, aware of my avoidance. “Don’t want him to walk in on anything unseemly,” I laughed.

Connor was still watching me, I felt it, with a pinched, calculated expression. “We don’t have to fool around tonight,” he said softly. “We can just hang.”

His voice was that soft, melancholy tone again that made my heart constrict. He wasn’t feeling good, I realized. He clearly thought that I was upset with him–I wasn’t, but I realized with a jolt that my news certainly wasn’t going to help his sudden self conscious streak.

I shifted on the bed again, feeling his eyes on me as I delayed, and I could practically see his inner turmoil. I should stay here with him. He wasn’t doing well. But, I’d promised….

“Um,” I mumbled, pushing back my wet hair with my hand. “About that. I, uh, have plans for tonight.”

His eyebrows took a quick hike into his hairline, his slate eyes wide, before he horrified me by neutralizing his expression again before I could read him properly–he gave me a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Oh,” he said hoarsely. “That’s chill. You could’ve just told me that.”

I smiled gratefully back at him, reaching out to rest my hand on his knee. “You’re sure?” I asked softly, tracing a pattern out on the grey cotton knee of the sweatpants. He swatted my hand away, and I felt a sudden dip in my stomach. He was upset.

“Yes, geez,” he grumbled. “I am perfectly capable to spend a day without you, you know. I probably need to check in with my folks, anyway.”

“You’re sure?” I asked again, leaning back, a bit more skeptical. Connor saying he wanted to check in with his parents was the boldest lie I’d heard in a long time.

“Yes, Christ, shut it,” he hissed, flopping onto his back, the crop top riding comically up on his stomach, and, without thinking, I leaned forward quickly to press a wet kiss to the cluster of freckles on his ribcage, earning a loud swear from Connor, followed by a slew of giggles, his thin hands pushing at my hair to pull me away from his ticklish sides.

“Stop it! Stop! Christ–st–” he sat up abruptly and tangled his hands into my hair, yanking me down against him, his bare chest trapped between us, soft against my palms.

What had started as a gentle joke, just a silly peck, escalated as it tended to. It was slow–Connor’s laughter dying quickly in his chest, his breath hitching in the back of his throat instead. I opened my eyes to glance down at him, his eyes closed, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks. I pulled back, just for a moment, amazed to find his lips parted, head tilted back, obvious that he expected me to move my lips to neck. I just chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the cleft of his chin.

“Not this morning, Con,” I whispered, kissing behind his ear.

“Just kissing,” he whispered, letting out a shuddering breath into my hair. Eyes still closed, his hands tightened in my shirt in an attempt to keep me against him.

“You know it won’t stop there,” I laughed. He pouted beneath me.

“But–I’m not wearing a bra. I’m all ready to fool around!” Connor snorted, hands digging harshly into my sides as he laughed.

I smothered my laugh against his jugular, fighting to control my breathing, before pushing myself up against Connor’s chest.

“Not now,” I sighed sadly, giving him a closed mouth kiss against his lips, watching his eyes fade as he chased me for another kiss.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Sorry, my fault.” Throwing a hand over his eyes, he groaned, tangling his fingers in his pretty, pulled back hair.

“Don’t be sorry,” I mumbled.

“Later,” he smiled against his fist, slate eyes staring up at the ceiling with amusement. “Later. Christ, no one told me my libido would get a second wind after fourteen.”

“You’ve always got your hand,” I reminded with a chuckle, rising from the bed to stretch. Distance, I needed distance to think. He wrinkled his nose in disdain.

“Yeah, no thanks, not the same.”

There was a beat of silence, where I caught Connor watching me from the bed, before turning away with a pinched expression. It triggered an oddly sick feeling in my stomach–I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t. This was just fun, Connor was just my friend, nothing more.

“So, uh,” he coughed. “What was your plan for tonight?”

I stiffened, turning around to sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him, beginning to braid my hair. The bed dipped suddenly, and Connor’s leg was flush with mine, the other folded behind my back, and Connor’s fingers wove into my wet hair, beginning to plait it silently.

“I have a date.”

His hands stilled, just briefly, and I felt myself relax when his fingers began again. He hadn’t taken a single breath.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Who with?” Cold. Uninterested. I growled low in my throat.

“Not sure. Some guy my mom set me up with–they’re pissed I don’t have a boyfriend, you know,” I reminded, and Connor just grunted in affirmation.

“You have no idea who he is?” Connor groaned in disgust. 

I shrugged. “He goes to school here–I think his name is Jared? He’s a business major. My mom is very impressed.”

Now, Connor really paused, his fingers abandoning the braid to snap his hands down into his lap.

“You know him?” I asked.

“Jared Kleinman?” Connor hissed, not looking at me.

“I think?” I said skeptically, unsure what about this kid had Connor in such a state.

“He’s an ass,” Connor growled. “An absolute asshole, bully, short-stack, scum bag, and you can’t go out with him. You can’t go out with that jerk off, trust me, okay? As your friend, I forbid you.”

I’d been taking everything Connor said seriously up to that point–it took a lot to make Connor that verbose, let alone that enraged–he’d been working on getting better, he really had–but his final statement made my eyes snap open, throwing my body off the bed.

“You forbid me?” I hissed, spinning with a wicked laugh. “I’m not your girlfriend, Connor. You can’t stop me from doing shit, okay?”

His eyes widened–in shock or shame, I wasn’t sure–sliding back up onto the bed. “I didn’t mean, fuck, I’m just trying to look out for you, okay? He’s bad news. He was–fuck, he was such an ass in highschool, okay?”

“And people can’t change, right?” I laughed crudely, watching the muscle twitch in his jaw. I’d pressed a button. Good. His eyebrows furrowed down over his glare, and I saw his hands clench and unclench in his lap. He’d caught my eyes flickering to them, and immediately looked helpless, wiping them on his jeans.

“I’m not having a fit,” he promised. “I’m not gonna hit you, I fucking swear to–”

“I know,” I lied, softening my posture and  looking away from him. “I know, Con. You’re not gonna hurt me again.”

Truth be told, he might. Relapse was easy–I knew, I’d seen it in teaspoon sized doses, whether be him throwing me against the door with too much force or be it a fist coming to connect on the wall behind my head after I gave a particular nasty comment. Connor had never hit me, not hard, but he almost had, and he’d said a few nasty things, broken some things of mine.

We were friends because I trusted him, because I didn’t want to leave him just because this felt hard. But I wouldn’t let Connor talk to me like that again, I’d promised myself. It meant a time out–no sex, no talking, not until he could calmly apologize and talk through what he was feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes–he’d forgotten to paint his nails this week, I noticed, but his wrist had flowering patches of indigo and lavender peppered along his arm like blooming bruises–they were just left over from his last art class Friday. He really needed a shower, I realized.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said again, leaning against the bathroom’s doorjamb in lieu of joining him on the bed. If I sat on the bed, I’d want to touch him, and as much as he deserved reassurance, he didn’t need the positive reinforcement. He had to learn I was a finite fixture. “That Jared kid–he said something to you, right? In school. You didn’t like each other.”

Connor laughed mirthlessly, filling my stomach with lead. “Yeah, you could say that. He’s one of those weasely kids, ya know? With just shitty underhanded comments they get out of Mad magazine. Gets under your skin.”

It was too easy to picture, embarrassingly so, I thought, watching Connor now with his eyes downcast and his mouth pursed, I could still see him, just a year ago, and some punk kid whose comment landed on its mark. He probably sent Connor into fits.

I tried too hard not to picture Connor those nights, crying disgustingly in the shower, banging his head too hard against the tile, replaying over and over in his head what that little shit had said to him.

I didn’t want to go out with him. I hadn’t wanted to to begin with. But, I had to. I’d promised.

“I’m really sorry, Con,” I sighed softly, thunking my head against the doorjamb in punishment. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Don’t be,” he laughed bitterly again. “’S over now.” He held his arms open, silently asking me to come back down to him, just to make up. “Just because you’re sucking his cock now–”

He froze, eyes bugging out of his head, staring at something on the ceiling I couldn’t make out from here. My stomach churned uneasily, and the tips of my ears got uncomfortably warm. Connor sat up slowly, bracing himself on his arms, staring at the wall with a horrified expression. He was vaguely green around the collar of my shirt.

“You wanna stop. That’s why you told me. You wanna stop.”

I swallowed thickly. “Con–”

“Christ, kid! What happened to relationships and sex and school are too much? We said–”

“It’s out of my hands!” I gasped, Connor’s glare finally snapping to mine, melting me into the floor. “I don’t want to go out with him–you know my mom expects me to–”

“Fuck, I know, you’re parents want you to be a fucking baby factory with a rich husband, I know, okay?” He groaned, shoving his hands into his hair and dislodging the ponytail holder, his dark hair cascading around his shoulders, his whole expression pinched.

I flinched, shutting my eyes, wishing desperately to be somewhere else. He didn’t mean it, he was angry–it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“It’s just to appease my mom,” I sighed quietly, disgusted to realize how wet and broken my voice sounded. “Just to say I have a boyfriend, to keep her out of my hair. Otherwise she’d be down here every week, and I’d never be able to see you–”

“What if I pretended to be your boyfriend?” He said suddenly, making my gaze snap to his, despite my discomfort. He was staring seriously at me, and I felt sick to realize he was sincere.

“Trust me, Con, you don’t wanna do that.”

To subject him to that kind of scrutiny would be unfair. Connor was my favorite person in the world right now, and, despite coming from a good family, my mother would be less than thrilled to hear I was involved with an art major with a juvenile record.

He snorted. “I know I’m no Jared–”

“Don’t,” I glared. “Don’t. I’m sorry, but yeah, we can’t have sex for awhile, okay?”

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I felt sick–like crying. “I’m sorry if that ruins our friendship for you. I thought you might be able to tolerate spending time with me when I’m not getting you off.”

Connor’s horrified expression let me know he hadn’t actually thought of that, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t known.

“Hey,” he said softly, rolling off the bed to stand, his hands out stretched as if he was scared to spook me. “Hey, that’s not–hey, don’t cry.”

“Fuck off.”

“No,” he growled, coming forward to wrap his arms around me, still wearing that stupid crop top, pressing his face into my neck. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw. “You come first, you always come first. I’d rather have you than sex, you know that, right?”

His fingers scraped under my shirt to press against my skin, pulling me tighter to him, his fingertips tripping with friction.

“I know,” I sighed, going limp against him and wrapping my arms around his neck–it felt nice just to be close. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fair enough.”

He pulled back, reaching up to cup my face, his fingertips burning where they thumbed my cheeks, wiping away the stray tears. He stared down at me so intently, and I realized he was still scared.

“Before your lame ass date, you wanna get some take out?” He asked with a crooked grin, leaning in to kiss my forehead quickly.

“Fine, but you have to change,” I giggled, pulling away despite his protests to grab my purse from his desk.

“I refuse to change–this color looks too good on me.”

——

“I can’t believe you’re gonna wear one of my shirts on your date with that wank,” Connor groaned, watching me button up one of his shirts over my chest, shaking his head. “He’s gonna try to cop a feel–it’s like he’s grabbing my boob, kid. That’s the worst violation of all.”

I rolled my eyes, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “First off, they’re still my boobs, but I promise I’ll bring the shirt back in mint condition. I doubt I’ll be kissing him tonight.”

Connor grinned around a mouthful of rice–he was cute like that, I realized, cheeks full and eyes crinkled with a smile. His mood had flipped swiftly, thank goodness, despite the fact it had started to pour outside, the sky pitch black despite the fact it was still early in the afternoon.

“Maybe he’ll buy you something nice,” Connor grinned. “I’m sure he’s loaded. If he brings a friend, make sure you hit on him.”

I snorted, but pulled on my slightly dirty skinny jeans anyway. “If he brings his friend on a date, I’m walking out and taking you home for thanksgiving.”

Connor grinned again. “God, that’d be rich.”

Thunder pounded through the room, making Connor’s hair products shake on his desk, causing me to jump back onto the bed to be near Connor.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” he teased softly, glancing out the window to see the downpour. “Christ, maybe you should stay in tonight. Last thing you need is to be trapped in some shitty French restaurant with mademoiselle rat face.”

“You’re hilarious,” I said bitterly, watching the leaves paste themselves to the window pane. “But, maybe I should reschedule. That’s not a shitty thing to do, right? It looks awful out there.”

“Nah,” Connor said around another mouthful. “Plus, if you do, we can have one last hoorah–okay, you’re right, sorry.”

I just grinned, hitting him lightly upside the head. “You can finish up in the shower, pretty boy.”

He frowned. “Fine.”

I pursed my lips, glaring out into the storm again. “I should call Jared ask him to reschedule,” I sighed again, feeling only vaguely guilty. I mean, what were the odds Jared even wanted to go on this date? Our parents set us up, for goodness’ sake.

I wondered briefly if Connor had worn this shirt in highschool, if Jared would recognize it.

“I highly recommend standing him up,” Connor said chipperly. “Allow me to hand you your phone–”

Connor froze, still half stretched across the bed, staring at my phone on the nightstand.

“Oh my God.”

“What?” I asked, concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh my God,” Connor said again, this time dissolving into a fit of giggles, yanking my phone off the charger and throwing it on the bed. “I can’t believe this!”

“Connor, if you don’t tell me–”

“He stood you up!”

“What?” I screeched, fumbling for my phone, surprised to see a few missed texts on my home screen.

From: Jared
To: Me

Srry 4 the short notice, do you think we coukd meet some other time? Don’t wanna get caught in the strom

“He can’t even spell,” I muttered in disgust, throwing my phone onto Connor’s bare stomach that shook with laughter.

“This is hilarious, oh my God. It’s so sad, you look so cute and everything! You were gonna put on mascara for that asshole!”

“I’m gonna dump this soy sauce on your shirt, Murphy.”

“Sorry, sorry, geez!”

He put down his plastic fork, reaching across the mattress to stroke his hand across my bare arm. For a minute, I thought he might ask me how I felt, but instead just asked, “Are you up for a round of Battlefront?”

I grinned, beginning to undo pearline buttons of Connor’s nice navy shirt. “I’m gonna kick your ass.”

He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners and his lips cracking with the force of his smile. “I look forward to it.”

Simon Says

Hey guys! I got frustrated writing an essay for school, so I wrote this instead?? Sorry professor lolol??? I hope that you guys like it!💌

Simon Says
Tom sat back in his chair, bringing a hand up to ruffle through his unruly curls. He licked his bottom lip and as he watched her, he had to bite down to contain the growl that threatened to escape his throat.
She was arching back onto his sofa, unbuttoning her shirt with achingly, slow fingers. The closer he looked, Tom realized that her hands were actually trembling, and that she was struggling to remove each button from it’s confines.
Tom knew how much quicker the process would be if he simply gave in and touched her, but he stopped himself, reminding himself why he’d done this in the first place.
He wouldn’t touch her until she begged. He wouldn’t touch her until she had tears in her eyes, moans slipping past her strawberry lips, and desperation seeping through her words.
She was never vocal in bed, instead, she remained completely coy. He didn’t know why, because she certainly had to know how badly he craved her touch.
Tom wanted to ruin her. He was going to make her beg with just an easy game of Simon Says.
“Take it off, darling,” Tom ordered, his voice enclosing her in warmth like soft velvet.
Her cheeks flushed furiously, but she complied. “What do you want me to do now?” She peeked up at him through her lashes, sitting opposite him in only her white, lace bralette and jean skirt.
She looked so innocent and Tom briefly pondered whether or not he was corrupting her, but then, upon staring at her barely covered breasts, in her awfully tiny and horribly snug bralette, realized that her chest was rising and falling harshly.
She wanted him too. She was alright with this, she’d agreed and consented when he asked her if she wanted to play.
“Simon says, play with your hair, and then, when I tell you it’s alright, I want you to touch your tits over your bra. Do it how I do when I touch you.” Tom instructed, leaning forward, completely engaged.
She was so red from blushing, that the scarlet licks scattered themselves down her neck, across her chest, and dipped below her skirt. Tom wanted to lick it off her. He wanted to make sure she knew how badly he wanted her.
Her hand curled around the ends of her hair, twirling and untwirling a few strands between each finger. Moving up, she moved to pull the hair at the base of her neck, just as Tom did when she was on her knees for him.
Tom wanted her on her knees for him, but that would have to wait. Right now, he was determined to teach her a lesson.
Her hand ghosted over the spot on her neck that Tom loved to bite down on and an airy sigh left her lips.
“Simon says, now.” Tom watched as her eyes fluttered shut, and her hands began to wander. Tom palmed himself through his sweats.
Her hands were so small compared to his own and they couldn’t cover the same amount of flesh that his could.
She squeezed her breasts, imitating his touch, and thought about how if Tom were touching her right now, she’d also be getting covered in warm, wet, openmouthed kisses and she’d receive the occasional, teasing bite. She wanted to feel his teeth on her, but instead, settled for pinching herself where she wanted his lips the most.
Tom hissed and said, “you’re doing so good darling, so good.” He rubbed his hands together, “now, Simon says, spread your legs. Lean back and open up.
“Are you going to touch me now?” She wondered, uncrossing her legs and shivering as the air crawled across her revealed body.
Tom smirked, she was on display for him, touching herself for him, and quietly asking for his hands to replace her own. But still, that wasn’t enough. Tom needed to hear her begging for him.
“No, no. Not time for that yet, just warm yourself up for me. I’m not finished watching you.” Tom smirked as her lips dropped into a frown. “What do you do when I’m not around? Do you miss me? I want you to show me what you do when you miss me.”
Her hands left her hair, instead choosing to ghost over the waistband of her skirt. “Course I miss you, silly. I message you all the time.”
“Sweetheart, you know what I’m talking about. What do you do, late at night, right before you go to sleep, when you want me and I’m not there?” He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to watch her get off to things that she imagined him doing to her.
“I pretend you’re there.” She couldn’t even look him in the eye for more than a few seconds without dropping her gaze back to the floor.
Her legs were still vacant for him and Tom gripped himself through his sweats when he thought about what he imagined when he missed her.
When Tom wanted her, he thought about how soft her skin felt atop his own when she grinded herself onto the bulge in his pants. He thought about the way she bit her lip, and sometimes even pressed a hand over her own mouth to muffle the sound of the soft gasps of his name. He thought about biting the insides of her thighs and holding her hips down to the bed so hard that there’d be bruises littering her skin the next day as he ate her out. Tom thought about her lips sucking, and licking, and teasing him. By then, he’d usually cum so hard that he’d shocked himself.
But, none of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered was what she did in the soft flicker of lamplight when she wanted him when he couldn’t be there.
She made a move to move the hair off her shoulder when Tom continued, “Tell me what you think about while you’re at it too. Put on a show for me, darling. Give me something to think about while I’m away from you.”
Her skin still glowed with embarrassment, but she followed Tom’s directions.
“When you’re gone,” She started slowly and quietly. Tom had to strain himself to hear her voice. “And I can’t have you, I like to think about the first time you touched me. You were upset afterward, because you thought that I didn’t like it, but I thought about you there, and doing that, so often, that I had to rub one out every night.”
Her hands glided up and down her body and Tom shuddered.
The first time they’d done anything remotely sexual, it had happened in a park. On a park bench. Somehow, Tom literally couldn’t even recall, because what they’d done on the park bench had claimed his entire memory of the day, her legs had ended up draped over his lap. Her skirt had fallen up, maybe it was moved by the wind, and they were sitting across from a lake.
Tom, upon seeing the endless expanse of her legs, had moved in closer to kiss her. The soft kiss began to morph into a lustful, hungry makeout session, and with her permission, Tom had slid his hands up her dress, and his fingers inside her, and he kissed her and her neck until she came all over him.
Afterward, she’d told him that he was the first guy to do any of this to her and he panicked, because a girl as special as she was, should’ve been wined and dined, instead of being given her first orgasm on a park bench.
Her hands slithered across her open thighs. One of her hands disappeared underneath her skirt, while the other, traced the outline of her bralette.
“Tell me, baby, what’s going on in your head right now?” Tom’s elbows were grinding into his kneecaps and he was so hard for her that he was pretty sure he’d erupt.
“You’re laying down, on a bed, and you’re not wearing a shirt. I’m on my knees for you, I’m waiting til you let me suck it. You’re talking to me,” Tom knew she liked it when he talked to her, especially when he praised her. “You’re letting me have it now, you’re in my mouth and you’re yanking my hair and telling me where to go. It’s getting all over me, but I don’t care.” Her hips started to buck and Tom had to touch himself too.
She was gasping, no longer caring about him watching her touch herself. Her breasts were bouncing just how they did when he fucked her and her eyes remained sealed shut. Whimpers left her lips.
“You’re asking me if I wanna be your good girl and swallow you down. I do, I do, I do.” Her entire body was quivering and Tom halted his actions to focus on her.
“You’re going to be my good girl, darling. You’re going to cum all over your fingers, and you’re going to scream my name while you do so. You’re going to stop being shy, and you’re going to recognize how perilously I want you. Can you do that for me, my darling good girl?” Tom asked her, moving to stop right in between her legs.
He spread her legs further apart on the sofa before she could even respond.
She felt his breath fanning over her and how his eyes were glued to her center, but she couldn’t stop. She wanted this too bad, she wanted him too bad. “Yes, yes, yes.” She murmured and obeyed.
“Look at me when you cum darling, I want to watch you.” Tom lifted her chin and she nearly lost it all when he finally touched her.
Fighting to keep her eyes open and on his own, her hips started to move on their own accord, against her hands, and she could feel Tom, and she could see Tom and it was all too much for her.
Letting out a vehement shriek of his name, she followed Tom’s orders, because she’d always be his good girl.
Not even waiting for her to fully recover from her first orgasm, Tom smashed himself into her, already needing to give her another one.

You can Run ( void!stiles smut )

author : wantstobeastilinski
pairing : void!stiles x reader
warnings : this is literally just sin, hair pulling, cursing, spanking, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it children )

My heart was racing as I rushed down the halls of the abandoned house. My bare feet hit the pavement and I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, knowing he would be right behind me.

Those eyes that are so much like my friends, the ones that would make me do anything. But, when its Stiles, not romantically. But with this..this thing taking over his body, it could make me do whatever it wants.

“Come on, little one. You think you’ll get away from me?"His voice sent chills to my spine, but I didn’t stop. I had to get out.

"Ah ah, just remember, the longer you run, the harder the punishment.”;And that’s when I stopped, closing my eyes. I would be dying tonight.

You must be wondering, (Y/N), how the hell did you get yourself in this situation? Well, I needed comfort, and went to my friends house, who is currently possessed by an evil yet hot ancient Japanese spirit, because he gives the best cuddles. I’m surprised that with everything that goes on in Beacon Hills, I haven’t died, because I don’t think anything through.

I feel a hand wrap itself through my hair as my head is yanked back. I hit a strong shoulder as the familiar scent of Stiles fills my nostrils. He smells like mint and fresh rain, and it used to calm me, but now, it’s causing my heart to race.

“There we go, little one.” His husky voice sends shivers down my spine and I gulp, closing my eyes.

His free hand moves up my side as his lips find their way on my neck. I let out a whimper when he sucks on my sweet spot, and a dark chuckle escapes him.

“He sure doesn’t like this.” He mumbles. Before I can ask what in the hell he is talking about, his hand slips under my shirt and I let out a squeak when his icy cold fingers touch my skin.

His hand slides up to my breasts, and even though there is fabric separating us, I let out a sigh of pleasure as he gropes them.

“W-what are you doing?” I whispered, not trusting my voice completely. He lets go of my hair and turns me around, looking down at me with cold eyes. Instead of the normal joy and happiness, mischief and evil is filling them.

“I told you, if you ran, you would get a punishment.”

All of a sudden, I am thrown against the wall and his hands are on my hips, pulling my ass into his. I whimper and close my eyes.

He quickly pulls down my skirt and I can almost hear the smirk on his face. “Such a pretty ass, little one. But it’s quite pale, don’t you think, Stiles?”

Before I can give him a sassy remark, his hand comes down on my ass cheek. There is only a little bit of cloth covering my ass, but that area still burns. I let out a scream and close my eyes.

“Oh, shush little one, it’ll feel better in a moment.” He coos, rubbing over where he just spanked. After another moment, his hand comes down again, and this time I let out a whimper as arousal goes straight to my core.

He continues spanking me, and every time his hand comes in contact with my ass, I slowly get closer to the edge.

“Well, from the look on your face and the wet spot on your panties, i would assume you enjoy this?” He asks, and I quickly nod.

I knew it was wrong, but it felt so damn good. The only thing on my mind was his cock pounding into me roughly. I let out a moan at the thought and he pulled my hair again.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, little one.” He demands, and I let out a gasp as he pulls my panties to the side, letting a finger run over my folds.

“Y-your cock in my p-pussy.” I finally get out. At my words, he slips a finger into my heat, a moan escaping my lips.

“Well, go on.” He states, his voice full of lust and desire.

“Y-you fucking me so h-hard, making me scream your name.” Moans are slipping past my lips as he adds another finger, scissoring inside me.

My legs are trembling and my eyes close. “Does that feel good?” He coos, speeding up slightly. I nod quickly, my mouth forming an ‘o’ as I near my release.

Just as I am about to fall over the edge, he pulls his fingers from my core, and I let out an impatient whine.

He chuckles and lets go of my hair. “Patience, little one. Even though I want to please you, I have another to worry about.”

He turns me around and lifts me up against the wall. My hands find his hair as I smash my lips against his, the lust finally taking over.

He groans against my lips as I tug at his hair harshly, a smile forming on my lips. I hear a zipper being pulled down and whimper, wanting him to fill me already.

My prayers are answered as I feel his tip slide between my folds. My eyes open and I let out a long moan. He bites his lip and I take in the scene, imprinting it in my mind.

He suddenly slams into me and I let out a scream, arching my back as the sudden intrusion makes my walls clench.

“There we go, little one. Enjoy yourself. Show him just how good you look on this cock, how much it pleasures you.” I didn’t even comprehend his words completely as I tugged at his hair.

“Faster.” I said breathlessly, looking him in the eyes. “Please go faster.”

He smirks evilly. “As you say.”

He picks up his speed, moans falling from my lips as a few grunts escape his. I clench around his member, moving my hands from his hair to my shirt. I tug it off and move to my bra, groping my breasts through the material.

“Look at that, Stiles. I’m making her feel so good, making her feel the way you wish you could.” His eyes shine with lust and desire, and I whimper as I buck my hips.

“I-I’m gonna…” I couldn’t finish my sentence, due to the fact the coil in my stomach breaks, sending me through waves of pleasure. Screams pass my lips and I move my hands back to his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

Void doesn’t even falter in his movements, taking in my every move. “There we go, little one. Cum all over my cock.” He whispers huskily.

Once I fall down from my high, I expect him to stop but he speeds up. “What are you-”

“Shut up!” He yells and I flinch. “I’m going to fuck you as long as I want, little one. And all you are going to do is let me and cum when I say so.”

His words go straight to my core, turning me on even more. I nod and move my lips to his jaw, sucking lightly.

Grunts fall from his lips as I feel my high slowly come again. I grind down on him as best as I can, trying to get him and I both to our releases.

“You feel so fucking tight. Such a great pussy, too. Want to be buried in you for forever.” He grunts in my ear.

“Please make me cum again.” I whine. And he does just that, moving one finger to my bundle of nerves. He works over it as I scream out.

“Let go.”

At his words, I let the pleasure swallow me whole again. My eyes roll in the back of my head as my juices cover his dick.

I can tell he is close by the way his cock twitches, and I smirk.

“Please cum in me.” I whimper, biting my lip. He groans and moved his head to my neck, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic. Soon enough, I feel his hot liquid shoot inside me, coating my walls.

Once he is done filling me up, he bites at my neck and pulls out of me. He lets me fall to the ground and I curse loudly, covering my face.

He looks down at me, a dark smile on his face. “Do clean yourself up, little one. We have things to do.” With that, he turns and starts to walk out.

Just before he is out of sight, his voice echoes against the walls.

“Stiles says hi.”

Meet Me Inside - Part 8

Part 7 | Masterlist | Part 9

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: This has taken forever. I’m so sorry. But here it is, I’m finally back on track. A huge thank you to @imhereforbvcky and @kellieabro for helping me with this one. This hasn’t been edited, however. 

Warnings: Language

Words: 1311

Originally posted by madqirl

Knocking on her door, you wait for Natasha to let you in. It felt strange being nervous when at Nat’s apartment, it was always like a second home to you. But you never kept things from her before. There was just something about what had been going on that had stopped you from sharing. Maybe it was because you were dealing with a Professor? Maybe you feared being judged? Which was absurd, Natasha would never do that and you knew it. Or maybe it was because, up until now, you weren’t entirely sure if what was happening was really as you remembered.

She swings open her door and walks back in to her apartment, strolling over to her sofa. You follow behind her, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen counter before taking a seat beside her.

Sitting in front of the television, you take in her appearance. She looked pale, her hair tied back and she was wearing sweatpants and an old shirt.

“You really let yourself go. Did Steve reject you?” you tease and she glares at you.

“Fuck off” she mutters and you laugh. “What did you want to talk about? Or did you come here to look after your sick friend. I really wouldn’t oppose, you know” she asks and you feel the bottom of your stomach drop. You didn’t expect to confess so quickly.

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Mark Is Acting Weird (3/?)

Genre: Angst (Mark x reader)

Summary: In the middle of his tour, Y/n notices that Mark had been more distant and not really acting like himself and she doesn’t know why.

Word Count: 1680

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 7.5 / Part 8

Sorry for any errors.

Originally posted by j-miki

*not my gif


You had your hopes up of their return being in the morning as planned, but unfortunately their flight was delayed and you had to suffer another few hours without Mark, your boyfriend of two years. With the new plan in action, it was now the evening and you were waiting for the seven boys in their dorm.

Because you were who you were, you couldn’t help but arrive earlier than planned, keeping yourself busy by cleaning up a few things and playing with Coco. When the hour came near you waited “patiently” by the door. It had been three months without Mark and you just wished he allowed you to pick him up at the airport, but since you two were still a secret, you knew better than to go against his decision.

“It’s 11:04! They said they were going to be here at 10:30, what is taking so long?!?” you whined. You threw yourself off the couch and let out an ugly sigh.

Literally within a minute you heard the door knob fidgeting and you jumped back up and ran to open it.

You were greeted by seven smiling yet exhausted faces. “Y/n!” they all cheered, except for Mark, who shouted “Babe!” as he ran to you.

Mark practically tackled you down with a hug and his lips crashed into yours. On normal circumstances neither of you had this much pda in front of the rest of the boys, but considering that these last three months felt like three years, you couldn’t care less.

All the boys gagged at the two of you, “Eeeeeeewwwwwwww!” “Agh my eyes!” “Get a room!”

“Shut up!” Mark laughed. “You’re all just jealous cuz you all don’t have girlfriends!”

“YoU AlL doN’t hAVe gIrlFriEndS!” Jackson mocked. “Whatever! Just let us say hi to y/n already!”

You gave Jackson a hug first. Being as extra as he was, he spun you around before he let you greet the others only to hug you again when you finished your round of hugs.

The boys were all tired and the excitement of being home died down once they all dispersed into their rooms to unpack (more like fall into their beds).

You stood by Mark’s bed, sorting out his packed clothes that needed to be put away or sent to the wash. “Babe, why don’t we go back to your place. I want to show you the stuff I got you and I know that if I lay down, I aint gonna get back up again.” He whispered into your ear, hugging you from behind.

“But you’re tired. I am sure you will be happy in your own bed.”

“I’d be happier if you were in my bed with me.” You could feel him smirk as he kissed your neck

“Guys.” Yougjae’s sleepy voice broke the two of you out of your bubble.

With a blushed face, you peered back at him. Youngjae stood at the doorway holding coco in his hands, having followed her into the room. “I love you both, I really do but the last thing I want to overhear is you guys flirting and it leading to something very mentally scarring…Y/n for all of our sakes, take that boy home with you” he requested.

-

“I see you haven’t changed the place a single bit.” he smiled as he looked at the picture of you the two you kept on your coffee table.

“Wow, how tired are you that you didn’t notice the new couches you were sitting on?!?” you laughed. “Aw, baby you are too tired!” you cooed as you gave him a small peck.

“Hm” he hummed with a smile, feeling your lips on his “Wait.” He whined pulling you back and kissing you again when you kept the first kiss so short.

Unlike how he usually kissed you, nice and slow until it got heated, he now went straight to the deeper kisses, not really giving you a chance to catch up. He pushed you back on the couch, getting on top of you. His lips moved down your neck and his hand went up your shirt. He slipped it off you and you helped take off his sweater, but then you came to your senses. “Mark, wait!” you said with a labored breath.

He didn’t stop and you had to tell him again, which thankfully he listened. “What is it?” he asked looking down at you

“You are moving too fast. I don’t want this to lead to anything, not yet.”

He lowered himself back down on you, this time kissing you more gently. “C’mon babe, let’s just do it already.”

“Not yet, I want to wait. Remember?”

“But it’s been two years!” he argued

“But you agreed we would wait till we were married.” You threw back at him. “You promised me.”

“Ugh fine.” He sat back up with a tense jaw.

You grabbed your shirt and moved up to him. “Look, Mark I get it. I really want to also but-“

“Shhh, just give me a second” he said soft but sternly. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down

You stayed quiet, simply putting your shirt back on until he was ready to talk again

He looked back at you with a look you couldn’t describe. “If you want to wait, then we will wait.” He practically groaned.

You gave him a peck. “Thank you”

“Yeah… yeah ok”

There was a silence between the two of you and you knew things were still not right. “Mark?”

“Hm?”

You scooted closer to him “Are you mad at me?”

Now he looked confused. “What?”

“The last few weeks or so you have been distant with me. You’ve never been than distant with me before and then suddenly you get back and it’s like… well more pda than when you usual. Most of the time when you get back you aren’t this affectionate. It’s all out of character… And because of what happened right now… Are you mad that we haven’t had sex yet?” You finally had the courage to bring up.

He looked away from you, staring into space for a long time. The fact that he didn’t say anything didn’t make you feel better.

“…Why don’t I show you the gifts I got you?” he asked entirely avoiding the topic

“Mark” you began sternly. “just tell me.”

He ignored you, getting up from couch, not bothering to put his shirt back on. He grabbed the backpack he left by your door and placed it on the coffee table.

“Mark.”

Still he ignored you. He opened up the bag and started unloading it.

You let out a disappointing sigh. “Mark”

“Y/n, I really don’t want to talk about this right now. It is already late and right now I just want to give you your gifts and then we go to bed!”

“Ok fine” you said softly.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Ok” he mumbled. “Um let me just, uh, show you now.” Finally, he looked back at you. He reached into the bag randomly pulling out a velvet box. “This is a gold necklace I got from Malaysia. I felt it matched that gold bracelet I got you last year.”

You opened the box. It was a thin gold chain with cute little pendent. The fact that it was gold is the only thing that would make it match the bracelet he was talking about, but it was the thought that counted and it was still a beautiful necklace. “It’s so pretty, thank you” you said softly still sensing his frustration.

He let out a yawn as he pulled out a folded up blouse. “I got you this in Hong Kong. I hope I got the right size.”

You took the shirt and opened it up. It was a simple low cut white blouse with “I *heart* HK” on it. You held it against you to compare the size. “Um, it’s a size too big… but don’t worry I am still going to wear it.”

He pulled out another shirt from the backpack. “I got you this shirt from Japan because it has bad English on it and I know those always make you laugh.”

You opened up the black t-shirt to read “Today will be yesterday” in big letters. “Oh my- you can’t be serious!” you laughed “They were actually selling this? Like a legit stand and all?”

“Ha, yeah. There were other shirts that had grammar errors but this was the funniest”. He went back to the backpack again. “This next gift isn’t actually from me. It is from Momma Bam.” He pulled out a small box and handed it to you.

In the box was a cute pair of silver earrings. “These are so pretty!” you squealed. “Agh, remind me to call her tomorrow and say thank you. I really miss her! Next time Bambam goes to Thailand, I am going to hide in his suitcase to go see her!”

“Well good luck with that plan… ok, last gift, I know you were mad at the giant maknae for breaking your pair of beats, so when I was in Singapore I bought you a red pair.” He said as he pulled out a box of headphones.

You sat next to him with an armful of gifts, each of the ones he got you had a thought behind it and you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilt for saying he was acting so weird. You had just been overthinking his actions when all this time he was probably legitimately really tired and busy, but he was still thinking about you.

You slid your hand in his. “Thank you for all this stuff, I love them.”

He kissed your hand and pulled you into a lazy hug side hug. “I’m glad you do babe.”

By now his tension was gone, but you could he sleep getting to him. It was probably best to let the whole topic go and just let him get some rest. “C’mon baby, let’s go to bed.”

-Admin Boat

K-Pop Group BTS Reveals Its Biggest Beauty Secrets for Glowing Skin

Last month, BTS, a K-Pop group from Seoul, cemented itself in American pop culture by winning the Top Social Artist Award at the Billboard Music Awards. The second the boy band hit the magenta red carpet, thousands were exposed to the wonders of K-Pop. Since then, people have been quick to call BTS, which is short for Bangtan Sonyeondan (or Bulletproof Boy Scouts in English), the One Direction of South Korea. However, that’s just an easy way to give them some context. In reality, BTS is actually completely different. Why? The seven-piece group’s performances are complete with flawless choreography, expert rapping, high-fashion looks, and insanely catchy vocals. Oh yeah, and they look damn good while doing so.

No matter where BTS is, their skin is forever smooth and has an enviable glow to it. Their eyes are typically adorned with a subtle smoky eye look, which both Jin and Jimin told me is their favorite part of wearing makeup. Their lips always have that popsicle-stained look that everyone’s been craving lately. Their hair colors are constantly changing, too. In 2017 alone, Jimin’s hair has been bubblegum pink, platinum blonde, sandy blonde, and caramel brown. If they had to choose just one shade, though, Rap Monster tells Allure that he prefers “ash gray and ash blue because these complement my skin tone well.” Agreed. Also, Suga added that his favorite hair color is blonde because “I just need to de-color and that’s it.”

The beauty aspect of BTS’s fame alone separates them from the likes of One Direction, the Jonas Brothers, and the Backstreet Boys. And their legions of fans, lovingly called A.R.M.Y., live for it. YouTube is filled with makeup tutorials inspired by looks from BTS’s music videos. A whole Tumblr account called Dewy Bangtan is even devoted to tracking down the beauty products BTS uses based on screenshots from behind-the-scenes videos.

If the names I mentioned above didn’t ring any bells, let me give you a quick summary of each of the seven members of BTS.

Jin

At 24, Jin is the oldest member of BTS, but he doesn’t act like it. He has a very specific skin care-related reason for that. In a recent video, he said, “I have a motto of my life, ‘If you behave young, your face becomes young, too.’” Noted. His good looks went viral after the Billboard Awards. On Twitter, he was called the “third one from the left”, accompanied by dozens of heart-eye emojis. His response? He’s “worldwide handsome.”

Suga

Many will identify with Suga, one of the group’s rappers, on a spiritual level, as I do. When he isn’t working his ass off producing, writing, and composing songs, he just likes to lay. Same. Just as his hair color preference suggests, he’s the most low-maintenance of the Bangtan Boys as far as beauty routines goes. He’s basically a granddad trapped in a 24-year-old’s body.

V

V’s interests lie in the finer things in life like Gucci, Van Gogh, and photography. The 21-year-old also makes some of the most hilarious facial expressions and has the most velvety voice in BTS. Some consider him to be the most handsome in the group, but I’ll let you decide.

Jimin

Jimin is the king of selfies. BTS’s Twitter is filled with evidence of this statement. In their music videos, you can pick him out by his sharp dance moves. In a group photos, you can pick him out by his seriously adorable baby face. Don’t let it fool you — he’s not the youngest. He’s 21. And if anyone was wondering, he’s what K-Pop fans call my “bias,” aka my favorite. His pink hair sealed the deal for me.

Jungkook

Ok, now it’s time to talk about the youngest member of BTS. Jungkook, 19, is a classic, hard-working millennial. He can do everything, including sing (in English), dance, and rap, and do it all incredibly well. When not suited-up in a dress shirt or velvet bomber jacket on stage, you can catch him wearing a white T-shirt and Timberlands.

Rap Monster

Meet the leader of the group. BTS was literally built around the 22-year-old. As you probably could have guessed, Rap Monster, well, raps. He’s also BTS’s mouthpiece. Fluent in English, he usually takes the lead in stateside interviews. (Watching Friends helped him learn the language.)  He has a habit of winking in photo shoot and making people across the world melt. Cringe-worthy hairstyles from BTS’s debut in 2013 aside, Rap Monster has some of the best looks of BTS.

J-Hope

I’m convinced J-Hope’s ever-positive personality is the true secret behind his glowing skin. (More on his actual secrets later.) Also 22, he’s like BTS’s portable charger, giving them (and fans) energy and encouragement. Watching him dance will give you strength, too. Trust. He’s s-o g-o-o-d.

Now that we’re all on the same page, here’s the best part: BTS took a break from their massive world tour, which has made stops in the US, Australia, and Brazil, to chat with me about their skin care routines. Yup, you’re about to find out some of their secrets. 


Why is it important to you to take good care of your skin?

Jin: “Skin is what completes my appearance. I value my looks very much, so it’s equally important to take good care of my skin — that’s a pivotal part of my face.”

J-Hope: “Taking good care of your skin is the No.1 rule for all celebs. I get to meet a lot of fans face-to-face at fan meetings and similar events, and I’d like to look my best for them.”

What’s your biggest skin concern?

Rap Monster: “My skin is dry most of the time, and my biggest concern is keeping it [moisturized]. I get zits from time to time and that concerns me as well.”

Jungkook: “I get pimples sometimes, and it’s very stressful.”

You guys travel a lot. Do you do any skin-care treatments while you’re on the plane to keep your skin from freaking out?

V: “On the plane, I dampen cotton pads with toner and put on lotion twice as much.”

Jimin: “I don’t really do anything extra special for my skin on the plane, but I try to drink as much water as possible.”

What are some of your favorite beauty products?

V: “I’ve been looking for my absolute favorite beauty product for a long time because my skin becomes dry and oily relatively fast. I haven’t found the right one, but I’m not giving up! Any recommendations?”

What is your skin routine like?

J-Hope: “[In the morning, I use] toner and face cream. [At night, the steps are] toner, essence, acne care, lotion, cream.”

Jungkook: “Toner and cream for night and morning routine.”

A lot of people find skin care routines to be a form of self care. Do you agree?

Rap Monster: “I totally agree. My favorite brand is Mediheal, and it has a variety of sheet masks you can choose from after a long day of work.”

Jimin: “I do agree because I try to clear my mind by cleansing my face after performances.”

Do you have any bad skin care habits?

Suga: “My bad habit is that I don’t take care of my skin.”

V: “I don’t particularly have a bad habit, but I’m worried about my skin having lack of elasticity. How can I prevent this?”

Are there any Korean beauty trends that you particularly love?

Jin: “I love sheet masks. I try to put them on whenever I feel my skin is dry and exposed too much to the sun. They help me make up for lost moisture and brighten my skin.”

Do you have any go-to skin care tips for clear, glowing skin?

J-Hope: “I try to go to the dermatologist when I have some free time after work.”

Jungkook: “I wish I had one! Let me know, and I’ll try.”

Excuse me while I send Jungkook my list. If I learned anything from the Bangtan Boys, it’s staying diligent with toner, using it day and night (and on the plane). If you need a recc or two, Allure editors are loving the Kopari Coconut Rose Toner and the Milk Makeup Matcha Toner right now.

cr: allure