like she's just standing there smiling like he's doing amazing even though he's struggling

Pipsqueak (Tom Holland x Reader)

Hello there, I just have to say I love your writing so much. I think you’re amazing, I was wondering if I could make a Tom Holland x Reader request? Where reader and Tom are dating but it’s like been for a month or so and reader is short and always has trouble reaching things and doing things. (I’m 4'10 so my short problems are real) and Tom just laughs but does help and keeps reminding reader how much he loves how short she is? I just really need some fluff at the moment :)

Originally posted by wwwkissmelovemehugme


“Tommy? Come grab this for me, please?” you ask your boyfriend while standing on your tiptoes, pointing at the baking sheet on the top shelf. You’re baking cookies for Harrison because he just got cast in a short film. The celebration is in an hour and you really want to make him his favourite biscuits before you went. Tom steps forward and wraps one arm around your waist, his hand making contact with your uncovered midriff. You stop reaching towards the cupboard and choose to hug his arm against your body. His other arm reaches out and grabs the baking sheet before handing it to you. “Here you go, sweetness,” he whispers into your hair before stepping back. He retreats back to the couch, but not without pinching your bum first. You swat his hand away.

God, he thinks as he backs away while watching you, I love you.

*

“Babe! Where’d you put the movie?” you called out to Tom. “On the shelf above the TV!” he shouts back from the bedroom. You reach up to grab it but find yourself unable. Instead of struggling, you opt to grab a tall stool from the kitchen counter and to kneel on that. Tom walks in to see you standing on a wooden stool with your arm raised holding the movie out to him. He sighs happily at the sight before choosing to carry you off the stool to the couch. You squeal with laughter when he picks you up. He tosses you onto the cushioned couch and leans to kiss your forehead. Yup, you think as you pull him into a kiss, I definitely love this guy.

*

From that first day, you swear that Tom repeatedly places everything high up so you can’t reach. Your tea mugs have gradually moved from the lowest shelf to the second highest, the cereal lives on top of the fridge instead of on the counter beside it. Everything has moved so you can’t grab anything, and now you’re having family over for dinner. Your families are coming at quarter to six so you have to set the table while dinner is cooking. 

The plates are on the highest shelf above your mugs. With a huff, you pull yourself up onto the counter. Kneeling there you can reach the plates. You hear a snort of laughter from behind you and you turn to see your boyfriend leaning in the doorway. “Not funny,” you mumble. He strolls over to place his hands either side of your knees. He laughs breathily and rests his forehead against the small of your back. “It’s kinda funny,” he tells you. “Well, you can laugh as you’re carrying plates.” “Can do, shortie.” 

Your foot gently kicks his butt as he walks away and he can’t help but chuckle as he hears a muffled “Arsehole”.

*

“(Y/N)?” Harrison calls as he walks through the front door of your and Tom’s apartment. “In here!” you yell back from the living room. He walks in to see you standing on the back of the couch trying to grab something from above the doorway opposite you. The doorways in your apartment with Tom were obnoxiously tall which means you can’t reach, even will a chair underneath your feet. “Oy, get down from there! Tom will kill me if I was here when you broke your neck from falling,” he scolds. “He’s the one making me do it! He put my fucking keys on top of the doorframe!” At this, Harrison doubles over in laughter. 

“I’d understand why,” he says, chuckling. “Why?” you ask. He snorts before replying cheekily, “well, I do have a really good view of your arse from here. It’s definitely not a bad sight.” That gets him a pillow chucked at his face.

I’m totally getting Tom back for this, you think with a smile on your face.

*

“Tom, this needs to stop. I can’t do anything around our house without getting on my tiptoes,” you berate Tom when he walks through the door. “I don’t see what the problem is,” he replies cheekily. “How’d you end up getting your keys?” At this comment, Harrison walks out from behind you into the hallway. Tom doubles over in laughter, “YOU CALLED HARRISON!” he shrieks amused. “Yeah, and apparently I have a nice arse,” you say and wink at Harrison. With that comment, Tom’s laughter dies and he begins to glare at his best friend. You turn to Harrison and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Haz. You were a big help, today.” Let’s just say Tom was a bit mad at the both of you for a few days.

*

You’ve gotten used to the height of everything by now. You’ve mastered counter climbing as well as chair mounting. Tom can’t help but smile lovingly when he sees your daily conquests to get a tea mug or the cereal box. He likes to watch when you stand on a stool and reach up because his large t-shirts you sleep in ride up your thigh. When you go to grab your jacket from the back of the front door, you instinctively kick your leg up. He doesn’t think he has seen anything better, though, than when you stand on his feet on your tiptoes just to lay a loving kiss to his lips.

“Babe,” he says finally. It’s a Sunday morning and you’re both in lying bed. You hum to acknowledge him. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair, “so, so much.” “I love you too, superhero.”

I love you more, he thinks.

“No, you don’t,” you tell him, still facing away from him.

“What?” he questions.

You turn to face him and snuggle into the pillow before grabbing his hand and wrapping it around your waist.“I can tell right there you were thinking ‘Oh I love you more, though’. But you don’t. It’s a fact.”

He giggles and tells you, “But I do, though. I love you to infinity.”

“Yeah?” You ask. 

“Yeah,” he tells you sincerely; a loving look in his eyes.

When you say, “Well, I love you infinity plus two.” He can’t help but laugh.

The Friendly Wager (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,855

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal

A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

This was the sixth rewrite! LOL….The End! :)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ masturbation/ kinky play

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation. 

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by pjmjjk


Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.

If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time. 


His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.    


On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep? 


Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.

So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.


Originally posted by jjks

Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?

K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?

Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?

K: No such thing.

His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.

K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.

Y: Mhmmm…

K: No, very soon…

He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.


The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house. 


You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?

Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.

Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?

Wound

The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.

K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.

He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.

Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.

L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.

You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.

K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!

Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.

Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!

He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.

Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?

You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.

Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.

The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.

He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.

He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.

Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?

Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.


K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.

He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.

Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.

He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…

After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.

One of too many…

K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.

He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…

K: Gahhh...

He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.

It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right? 

At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.

K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!

He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.

Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…

He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.

He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.

K: No… noooo…

He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.

His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.

Shamelessly.

No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.

He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.

So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.

The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.

Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.

But then, he heard a knock on the door.

Y: Kookie, are you up?

It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.

K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…

Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.

Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?

K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!

Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears. 

So cute…Too cute…

Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.

Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?

He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.

it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…

Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?

You touched hid forehead with your hand.

Y: You seem feverish…

K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.

He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…

Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.

After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!

K: NOOOOOO… NO!

He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.

Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!

You kept on shouting louder and louder.

Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!

Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…

You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.

Thirdly…

Y: Kooks, you’re huge!

You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.

Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.

You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions

K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…

And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.

You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.

You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.

Immediately, you decided to play along.

Y: Did you wank in my bed?

K: Noona, I’m so so…

Y: Answer the question, dammit!

You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.

K: Noona?!

You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.

And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.

K: Baby girl…

Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.

Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?

Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.

K: Ahhhh…

He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.

Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!

You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. He squeaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.

K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!

His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.

Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!

K: About you!

He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.

Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!

He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.

K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!

Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.

A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…

Y: Baby, please tell me more. 

His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.

Y: Did you fuck me well?

Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.

K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…

Y: Was I?

K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.

All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.

Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…

Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…

S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!

Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.

Y: Sure, coming!

Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you. 

White Lies: Part 3

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Drabble Series

Part One | Part Two

A/N: I’m so glad you guys are liking this series. I love reading your replies, reblogs, and asks. Please, send as much as you like. It really helps me to want to write more, and improve. I really appreciate all the love. I hope you guys like this part! Let me know what you think. ♥

Word Count: 1,312

Warnings:
- language.

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*gif is not mine.

As Bucky led you along into the kitchen of his childhood home, he never let go of the grip on your hand. You could still feel the weight of his lips on your own, and your head was spinning with emotions.

Now is not the time to act like it meant anything, Y/N. Get a hold of yourself. This is an act, nothing more…

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Mutual feeling - 2

Helloo! So here i present you the awaited part. Please guys talk to me yeah? I’d love to get to know about you all. Feedbacks are really appreciated.

Part 1

Warning: Mild language and cuss words. 

Word count :: 1877



Harry’s POV


 
I laid wide awake in the bed that was hot enough to provide me warmth but somehow it couldn’t. The fact I was naked with a naked body of Grace pressed up against me as she slept peacefully was making it worse for some reason. I felt a wave of regret sweeping my inner emotions taking it all away. My thought and feeling were colliding creating a mess. I was feeling ashamed of myself for getting all thrown off balance because of false feelings that never existed and now lying nude beside her made me feel more of a disgrace for using her body.

It’s not like I wanted to have sex with her but it all just lead this way when I kissed her drowned into emotions. And now I regret for not swimming back up when all the mistaken feelings were dragging me down.

The intangible thing-feeling that I thought was love, wasn’t it. It was just an attraction towards grace that was just a misconception of my mind as love. When my lips kissed hers, I din’t get the sparks, when my tongue tied with hers, when her lips were trailing down my neck, when she connected me to hers, all the time I din’t feel anything. The feelings, the sparks, the butterflies everything was nil unlike the times that was spent with y/n. Whenever her soft pink lips touched mine, there was this peculiar feeling that was different from the feelings i got with other girls. It was something familiar, like it belonged to me and only me. Like she belonged to me. There’s always a kind of gesture that spoke how affectionate she was towards me. She never felt foreign to me, but always like a home.

I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. Though the air in the room was filled with Grace’s scent, somehow I manged to find y/n fragrance in the room. I picked my tee off the floor that was discarded a few hours back and brought it to my nose. It smelled like me and her. The mixed scent of our perfumes made me go weak at knees. It felt like we belonged to each other, like we were tied to each other. Maybe my thoughts were was mixed up with the persons not the feeling? Maybe I did felt love but not for grace, for y/n.

I closed my eyes and questioned myself, did I loved her? Yes I did.

It all made sense to me.The person whom I loved wasn’t Grace but y/n. I never met grace alone but whenever she was with Y/n. I always got sparks and butterflies seeing her or that’s how I thought, But all the emotions were for y/n. Grace was just a distraction of my mind but y/n, she was the attraction of my heart. My eyes always lit up seeing y/n and they did too when she was with grace but that time I thought it was grace lightening them up. And now when I realize it is too late. I already let her go.

Flashback.

““I uh great. It’s amazing Harry. Y-you should go and tell her as soon as possible” y/n smiled more like faked a smile. I could see tiny droplets of water in her eyes and her nose turning red. She was about to cry and I could sense it. In these past months I got to know her the closest and deepest not like anybody else did.

"you uh don’t look happy” I said and raised my hand to cup her right cheek that only to be shoved away by her. That hurt me. She has always been very affectionate towards me.

“what’s the matter?” I asked her. She shook her head and got up off the bed standing up facing her back towards me. The atmosphere around us changed. It got replaced by tension.

“no-nothing harry. I think you should leave and tell her” She said. I could heard her voice cracking. Within a second, I groped her wrist when she started walking trying to escape my question.

“leave my hand Harry” she said firmly not darling to look at me.

“why’re you crying?”

“leave my hand Harry” she said one more time. My blood boiled by each passing second. She clearly knew how I hated being ignored and put on hold unanswered, I always needed the answer.

“Answer my bloody question y/n” I said trying to remain calm. She twisted her tiny wrist in my hand that had my hard grip on it unintentionally. Little sobs escaping her lips as she struggled to get herself out of my hand.

“Why can’t you just fucking tell me what’s wrong?!!” I finally raised my voice. It was of a too much for me to be patient.

“Then fucking listen!! It’s you who’s wrong!!! Jesus you can’t even choose the right person to leave! You’re a fucking idiot” she shouted turning back to look at me. Her words took me back a little and she escaped herself from me. Her breath was uneven, her eyes were red and tears were down her cheeks. My vision blurred for a second but soon rage took over me when she started yelling again.

“You cannot even see properly whom to bloody love!”

“You better keep your voice down! I am in no mood to take your shit right now!”

“Oh really? You just fucking want to get in her pan-”

“don’t you dare to finish that sentence! You’re just fucking jealous because nobody loves you! Love? I doubt if anyone even  has a fucking crush on you!!!! because you’re nothing but a stray dog begging to be adopted!”

I spat in complete anger. What she said wasn’t true and I just couldn’t control my words. She tumbled back as if my words stabbed her straight in chest. She looked completely broken and within a blink on my eye, she disappeared.

I walked out in balcony after putting on the white tee that had me and y/n captured in together and stared at the beauty of London in front of me. My mind was blurred with lots of emotions. My broke when I thought about words that i shot at y/n. No doubt I broke her. Irony it was how simply i said that nobody loves her where I myself do. The guilt was eating me alive. How blind I was to see the contribution of her life she had towards me. She always made me her first priority and return I thanked her with some shit of words that I had no control on. Tears well up in my eyes when I thought about her. What i did to her wasn’t fair.

———————

Your head pounded with pain along with your heart as you laid in bed clutching your hand to your chest,curled in a ball crying. Why were you the one who always sacrifices and get’s hurts? Why were Harry’s word true? All these words haunted you and chased like like a predator after it’s prey only to be eaten to death.

His words echoed in your mind.

‘you’re nothing but a stray dog’

'You’re just fucking jealous because no one loves you’

You covered your ears with your hand trying to block the words away and cried in pain. You never imagined how all of a sudden your whole would come crashing down only when you find out about your first love that too to be end the way you never thought. All those dreams that you had with him decorated with love faded away. It was such a beautiful thing to love Harry but one fight ended it all. And it was just too much to take. To bear it.

You kept on sobbing but your heart stopped when you heard footsteps coming to you. You knew who it was and he was the last person you wanted to see right now. You were mentally cussing yourself for giving him a spare-key of your house.

“Y/n…..”

“Go away Harry” You said trying to have a control on yourself. His voice was tranquilizing you and it wasn’t acceptable after all what he said. He had no right to have such an impact on you. You scrunched your eyes shut when you felt him lay beside you, scooping you up from behind pulling you to his chest. It was such a warm feeling. You din’t feel alone anymore.

“You’re cold poppet” Harry whispered bring your ice cold fingers to his warm lips. Tears rolled down your cheeks even though he broke you, you knew he was the only one to fix you. You finally let it go and turned around hiding your face in his chest crying your heart out. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, hitching one leg over you hip engulfing you. His lips kissed your head ever so lightly and you could feel his own warm tears landing on your hairline.

You pulled away a little to have a look at his face that reflected the same emotions and feelings as yours.

“I’m so sorry baby. I-I didn’t mean any of that. You’re such a sweetheart and I’m a douche for saying such mean stuff to you. It only took me a few hours to realize whom I love more than my own life.” Harry sobbed looking down at you. You both were crying holding each other like either of you will disappear if you lose your grip.

You didn’t had the courage to ask who it was this time so you looked away but Harry lifted your chin up to look at him and the next thing you knew was his lips on yours kissing the pain away. He never kissed you the was he was that time, it help a lots of emotions and feelings that were not there before. You both kissed with such an ecstasy trying to put in everything you both missed on. After a minute or so of kissing that only felt like for a second he pulled away. You kept your eyes closed, scared that this will turn out to be another nightmare of yours.

“It’s you. I love you baby. I realized how much I love you and need you only after losing you once. And I promise to love you forever” he finished and you opened your eyes. You didn’t expected this all much to  happen after what you both spat to each other. But it did felt real the way his body warmth was fanning your skin and his eyes were piercing in yours, it did felt real.

“You saying the truth?” you asked softly making Harry chuckle at your innocence and nodded his head causing you to smile.

“I love you too” You whispered and attached your lips to his sealing the word. You fell completed as a whole. He felt completed as a whole as you both carried on with the night of pure love and bliss.

The feeling was mutual this time and was for the mutual.

genius-prettyboy-momfriend-yoon  asked:

Favorite BNHA characters ( top 10 ) and why?

This question should be illegal. I’m only taking the students because that would be too hard I love Yoshitori and Aizawa too much and dhojdfkhfjds.

[WARNING MANGA SPOILERS!]

1. Kirishima Eijirou

Originally posted by sanuske-ramblings

Cinnamon roll. Deserves everything. I’m not gonna be great at explaining why I love him - or just everyone in this list - because it’s just this feeling of overwhelming love when you see a character you like fhjdkfsd.

He’s talented, strong in his determination and in his power, and his kindness doesn’t have limits. Sunshine.

Even though he has self-confidence issues, he’s always here to help people. He does realize he has flaws but is working on it the best he can. I admire the fact that he overcomes his fears but you can still clearly see the internal struggling. (This is a great character development we got here if you check his past.)

Also, Bakugou respects him. And if you gain Bakugou’s respect, you must REALLY have something because Bakugou’s not the easiest person to please. He didn’t even try to it just happened

Kirishima Eijirou is the best friend everyone would dream of.

2. Midoriya Izuku

Originally posted by anime-trash-for-life

He was my first favorite before Kirishima’s story came out

Who the heck is even this boy? How pure is he? How stupid was this reaction of his to save Bakugou in the very beginning when even the heroes - even All Might - didn’t move? Also, the fight against Todoroki? The boy BROKE HIS BONES, and SEVERAL TIMES for his friend to move on. That’s- I have no words.

Midoriya Izuku is the perfect next symbol of Peace: his selfness and need to help people wasn’t made by his quirk but by his soul and that’s what pleased most people, and his dream won’t be stopped no matter what. All Might chose well.

3. Uraraka Ochako

Originally posted by jyoshikausei

Look at her. She’s shivering and yet smiling and explicitely showing to her friends “I’m good, don’t worry.”

THIS GIRL ROCKS. She’s so clever. She’s talented. She fought against Katsuki Fucking Bakugou and could have won. I was in awe when I realised what was her plan all along during the fight. I’m still not over it.

And her motivation? No, not money, not really. Money is a mean to a goal. Her goal is to help her parents who she loves dearly and it’s one of the most adorable things. She wants to become her parents’ hero because they were the heroes of her childhood - look back when she was a kid how she admired their work and how frustrated she was not to be able to help.

I’m so excited about her she has so much potential.

4. Tamaki Amajiki

I honestly don’t know much about him - like everyone else I guess? But from what I’ve seen, this character is… different. I can’t really explain. Actually, all the characters are really different, the author is doing a great job for so many characters. 

I was surprised to hear about a group of three amazing future heroes, and see this guy, so shy, so awkward, with a real anxiety towards people - this is not comic relief to me. And this is important. Tamaki is going in front of a class, with two of his best friends/team-mates, and tries to stand up for what he believes in.

And since the last chapters I’m really worried about him I need new content pls help

5. Todoroki Shouto 

Very complexed character. His past makes who he is now. He is physically marked by the disfunctional family father he’s living with, and mentally too. You can’t make me believe seeing his mother in such a state, hurt him, and losing her for the rest of his childhood isn’t a great impact on his personality. You can’t tell me, having a “dad” who forbid you to play with your siblings to train for his own selfishness didn’t touch him.

This is a terrible past, and I realize how Todoroki actually easily confessed it to someone in his class - to Midoriya. But doing this is the first step of the development of his character which made me love him, oh so much.

I liked the grudge he’s holding against his father, and the fact that he still does, but put it apart in order to follow is own ideals, his own project. I was so proud of him when he chose to work with Endeavor because he figured it was the best for his powers.

This kid is so young but so mature already. He faced his father, and then came to see his mother on his own, to face her too. That’s amazingly brave.

And finally, in the scans for the “Bakugou Arc” Todoroki more and more cares about not just his own motivations, but also his classmates. LOOK AT HIS FACE WHEN THEY TAKE AWAY HIS FRIEND. You can definitely see it before tho, when he’s teaming up with Momo and listens to her after realizing he might have been too focused on himself and not on sharing ideas.

Originally posted by neotokyotre

Also did I tell you how incredible and badass his power is?

6. Kaminari Denki

Originally posted by petitt-mafia

Another precious boy. But who isn’t? Mine-who? Don’t know this guy.

Let’s just appreciate this pic of our Human Pikachu.

I don’t feel like he got a lot of moments yet, so I’m really excited about knowing more about him, but I liked him right from the beginning - I actually liked him more than Kirishima at first. He’s motivated to do his best, but knows his limits. Even though he still acts without thinking sometimes and that’s killing me xD

He rocks. That’s all I can say. In this arc, he nailed it, and-

He got his bff’s support, which is BIG. (Also, again, Bakugou). He improved a lot and I’m so proud of him.

Despite what a lot of people think, my son is clever. Just remember he’s a 15 yo guy and teens do mistakes and stupid things all the time. 

I remember reading somewhere he’s always showing his thumbs up to let everyone know he’s alright once he’s off. This is incridibly touching. I don’t know about you, but if even when his brain turns off, his last will or his subconscious is yelling at him to let everyone know he’s good and that they can go on, I think already a little part of his job, as a future hero, is completed.

You go, Denki.

7. Mirio Togata (also known as Tintin)

I didn’t know I would love him. I thought I would like him, but I didn’t know my heart would just go down and drown with the last chapters. I hate this manga sometimes.

He looks so nice. So at ease. All the time. He trained so hard, I understand Izuku’s expression in this panel. This guy is impressive and you don’t realize it right away but when you do- oh damn. I mean. He was supposed to be the next Hero of Peace.

D E T E R M I N A T I O N in everything he does, in his beliefs. I also believe - and I’m pretty sure - he’s helping Tamaki with his social issues and awkwardness.

*screams*

Listen to him he knows what he’s talking about everything’s okay *sobs*

8. Katsuki Bakugou

Alright what about Bakugou. I like his character. He’s unstable, and that makes my feelings also unstables. His agressivity is the reason why I’m a bit indicisive, but he does have great moments which explain why he’s in this top 10.

Originally posted by fymyheroacademia

Believe it or not, despite ALL OF HIS FLAWS, Bakugou is a human being. A shitty human being yes - I’m referring to the very first episodes (I can’t forgive him to, basically, tell Izuku to kill himself, ‘who cares’) - but still human. I LOVE his character development. He’s being forced to consider his classmates and - hey everyone knows that, this guy is pretty clever.

One of the many reasons I love Bakugou: his fight with Uraraka. She fought with everything she could give, and he NEVER once underestimated her. Here’s something I need to see more: don’t judge the oponent by the way they look, and please especially not if they happen to be a woman. The whole croud yelled at him for “torturing” and “hurting” a girl, but that’d be okay with a guy? C’mon. I’m proud of you, Bakugou.

He also notices more than he seems to, like in this panel, for Izuku’s power. ‘

I’m really glad we got this moment of pure angst - I’m sorry I hated it but it also made Bakugou so much more human? He’s a kid. A kid with issues. And he lived traumatising things. 

But he doesn’t talk about those events. Because he’s too proud. But in the end? He’s just holding those regrets, those feelings of guilt, and cries them out. He’s a mess and he is lost.

Plus great bonus: friendship. Bakugou never seemed to develop strong relationships before, his only one with someone of his age is with Deku and that’s not one of the healthiest. But then you get Kirishima. And later on, a bit Kaminari, and more. He’s trusting Kirishima with his life (cf. first panels in Kirishima’s examples), and cares about him. THAT IS IMPORTANT.

Let us see how GREAT Bakugou is going to become and let me grab some pop-corn before I die in the process because it’s not gonna happen with some angst

9. Ashido Mina

The Queen.

Actually I loved the Alien Queen, I’m sad she didn’t get to keep the name.

Originally posted by sabaishi-desu

I can’t really tell much. She’s extraordinary. 

I love her enthusiasm and ‘joie de vivre’. She’s giving the class a great atmosphere of friendship etc. And she kinda rocks her abilities. Also, pays attention to her classmates’ powers and takes advantage out of it (cf. Battle against the Laser French Guy).

Plus: she inspired Kirishima, somehow? HORN BUDDIES? Oh dang, I loved this so much. I want them to be partners as heroes now.

10. Yaoyorozu Momo

The Precious Princess.

Originally posted by izukus

I didn’t pay much attention to her at first but her power is really nice. She’s in charge of the class with Iida, and I’m proud of her.

She is always willing to help and contribute, but since she was admitted by recommendation, I guess this is why she started losing the confidence she started with - but she also compared herself to Todoroki which wasn’t a good idea, the guy has TWO abilities.

In this arc where she’s in team with Todoroki, I liked her more and more. Thanks to Aizawa the communication and exchanges get better and she gains more confidence after they win thanks to HER plan after Todoroki’s failed - that means a lot to her.

AND HERE IT’S DONE. I have so many things to say honestly I spent too many times on it already damn.

I can’t believe I didn’t put Tsuyu or Fumikage please end me. This list is absolutely unstable and could easily change how can I do a top seriously?

[PS: It’s almost 3am sorry for the bad English hrm]

The Shy One // Stanley Uris

Word Count- 1255

Summary- You’re a shy loser, and you surprise the group after Richie makes a few comments

Warnings; N/A

A/n; WOW I’M ACTUALLY POSTING AN IMAGINE?! WOW! (catch is I didn’t proofread so it’s probably terrible but hey its a post!!)

Requested; Yes!

req;  hi! can i request Stan Uris x fem! reader where the reader is really shy and one day richie is making inappropriate comments about her and stan and she totally goes off on richie and stan thinks it’s the cutest thing ever? lmao i just thought this would be cute idkk

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Today, the Losers’ club had decided to go swimming at the Quarry. This wasn’t a one-time occurrence; in fact, they went quite often. Only typically, you didn’t like going swimming with the boys because of how shy you were. Being the only girl in the club didn’t help, because, well, I think you get the idea. But today, the boys had invited Beverly Marsh, who happened to be one of your close friends, so you’d agreed to come.

You bid your parents goodbye, telling them you’d be home later. You skipped out of the house, jumping on your bike, and riding to Beverly’s house. The two of you had made plans to bike down together, because her dad likely wouldn’t have let her go out to meet boys alone. He actually liked you, probably only because you were a girl. “Hey, Bev!” You greeted, and you two shared a quick hug before biking up to the Quarry. Upon arriving, you saw all the boys were there, in their underwear. Including him. You blushed, looking away.

Beverly sent you a knowing look. She was the only one who knew of your feelings towards a certain tall, lanky, curly haired brunette. That’s right. You liked the one and only, Stan ‘The Man’ Uris. You had for years; but you were much too shy to even think about saying anything. You struggled to actually have a normal conversation with him, let alone confess the feelings you’d bottled up for so long. Besides, he wouldn’t like you back. He probably liked someone like Beverly.

Nonetheless, you snapped out of your thoughts when Beverly began to undress. Then it hit you. You were going to be almost naked in front of Stan. The thought alone made you turn red and cross your arms over your chest subconsciously. “Come on, Y/N!” Beverly whispered, excitedly. “Let’s show these boys who’s boss!” You laughed at her attitude, but hesitantly did as told. You dropped your clothes, and were now standing in your underwear. You took in a shaky breath, and Beverly looked at you concerned.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” She asked, worriedly. “Just a bit nervous..” you said, glancing at stan, quickly returning your gaze to the ground, hoping Beverly didn’t see. She did. “Hey, it’s okay. Well go together, okay? Here, take my hand.” She said, offering her hand. You gladly took it, smiling thankfully at her. “3..” Beverly started, and you got ready to run. “2..” She looked at you, and you nodded. “1!” she screamed, and you both took off towards the edge.

“Look out, losers!” Beverly called, and all the boys looked at the two of you, eyes wide when they saw your undergarments. They didn’t have long to process it, though, because you took off, jumping right off the edge. “What the fuck?!” Richie exclaimed, making you giggle, and you hit the water with a huge splash. You laughed as you surfaced for air, high-fiving Beverly. “That was awesome!” You exclaimed, adrenaline rushing through you.

Richie looked to Stan, whose cheeks had flushed and his eyes were glued to you, blown wide and his jaw slack. “Hey bird boy, close your mouth. You’ll catch flies!” Richie called, laughing along with the other losers, while stan broke out of his stupor. “Wouldn’t want Y/N to think you’re stalking her!” “Shut up, Richie.” Stan said, rolling his eyes, and acting as if he didn’t care. He did. “So, um, do we have to do that?” Stan asked, changing the subject and looking down at the water nervously.

You glanced up and giggled at the awestruck expressions of the group of boys, pointing it out to Bev. She looked up, rolling her eyes at the hesitant looks on their faces. “Come on, sissies!” She yelled, and you could see (even from so far down) the boys gulp and take a leap off. You cheered as they came down, particularly loud as Stan landed with a splash.

The seven of you splashed around happily, having the time of your lives. Richie, Beverly, Bill and Ben were began wrestling in the water, while Eddie watched from a safe distance, making sure no one got hurt. Typical Eddie. You and Stan were chatting quietly amongst yourselves, and you were enjoying every bit of it. It was hard for you usually to find conversations with your shy nature, even with Beverly sometimes. Though right in this moment, you felt fine. Everything was perfect.

You all climbed out of the water, smiling and laughing as you all made your way up the large hill once again. As you reached the top, the group decided to stay and hang out for a bit longer while the seven of you dried off. you and Bev laying down on the ground to tan while the boys opted for sitting on the big rocks to dry off.

“You know, Stan, if you’re gonna keep staring at Y/N, at least do it subtly!” Richie whispered, though everyone heard the comment. You and Stan turned bright red, you immediately covering your chest with your arms, suddenly wanting to disappear. “Shut up, Richie.” Stan mumbled, mortified and angered.  “What? I’m just saying! You’re practically undressing her with your eyes; even though she’s basically naked right in front of us!”

A sudden anger flared within you, and you weren’t sure where it came from, but the thought wasn’t really that important as your anger bubbled over. “First of all, Mr Richard Tozier, I’m right here, and I’m not some object you can talk right over and toss around like a toy. I’m a person, a human being, and if you have a problem with me or have something to say to me, say it to my face, trashmouth. Just because I’m shy, doesn’t mean I’m incapable. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t see you looking away from Beverly and I either, so I wouldn’t be talking. Just so you know, Sunglasses are see-through.”

Everyone was silent. The shy girl they all knew, the one that never quite fit in, yet was their missing puzzle piece, was not the girl they’d just seen. “Well, shit.” Eddie whispered, astonished. Richie, for once, was speechless. “Damn, girl.” Beverly said, clapping her best friend on the back proudly. Stan, who knew what was going through his mind. His expression blank, but if you looked close enough into his eyes, you could practically see the rush of thoughts flying through. He was stunned.

Stan always knew he liked you; that much was obvious. Your quiet, adorably shy nature always appealed to him. Seeing this side to you, however, sparked something in him. He’d never seen, or even imagined, that you could’ve done something as amazing as shutting up THE trashmouth Tozier. He was proud. In a spur of the moment, Stan stood up, walking over to where you stood face to face with Richie, grabbing your waist and spinning you around, smashing his lips to yours.

Again, Silence. As it sunk it, you quickly kissed back, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. All the previous anger you’d felt against Richie melted away within the few seconds your lips were pressed gently against Stan’s amazingly soft ones. “Holy shit, he actually did it! He kissed her!” Richie exclaimed, astonished. A chorus of cheers and whoops followed suit, and as you and Stan pulled away, looking at each other with a soft smile, you both turned to Richie, yelling in perfect sync. “Shut up, Richie!”

anonymous asked:

Can I get separate relationship headcanons or scenarios for a SUPER short girl that's under 150cm with 3rd Gym + Oikawa? I'm really insecure with my height since I'm a midget at age 18 lmao. Your blog is amazing btw!

Thank you, Anon! And I way hope these are okay. I don’t really know what it’s like to be short - by any standards - on a personal experience, but I had a really good friend for a while who was 5′1″ that I based most of these off of.

Hope you enjoy!


Bokuto Koutarou

  • Legit treats this girl like a teddy bear. She will always be in his lap with his arms wrapped around her waist and he’ll have to qualms about pulling her across the couch or bed to get into that perfect cuddle position.
    • If that doesn’t suit her tastes, LET THE BABY KNOW. He’ll quickly shift gears to asking her to come cuddle. He doesn’t want to force anything on her, but he just adores her so much and can’t stand how cute she is when it’s so easy for those beefy muscles to carry her around.
  • And he would love picking her up when they kiss. Like, he’d bend down and hug her while she wrapped her arms around his neck and just stands. Her feet will dangle - like a foot off the ground! - and there’d be tons of giggle kisses!
  • Oh, go to a concert with him. Boy will be all over throwing her up onto his shoulders. Not only does he end up being that way cool boyfriend but he also has an excuse to kiss her thighs! Because, really, this owl does not mind his head getting crushed by those sexy legs.

Akaashi Keiji

  • I think when they first start dating this poor boy would just be afraid of losing her. Like, they probably when shopping together once and when he turned around she was just gone. Panic sets in when he can’t see her in the crowd but turns out she was just the row over behind a particularly tall clothing rack.
    • You better believe it’s a MUST that they are constantly holding hands when they go out now. He will not be taken to that heart wrenching moment ever again.
  • You don’t think this boy would be a little shit about height but he totally is. He’ll withhold kisses just to watch her struggle on her tiptoes in an attempt to reach his mouth. He’d be all smiles and wouldn’t even move a muscle.
    • OMG! What if she started climbing him like a jungle gym and he just tries to pretend like it isn’t happening until neither of them can hold back anymore! They start laughing and he makes up for his teasing with tons of kisses!

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • Adored giving her piggyback rides. Like, just let him do it. He loves having her wrap her arms around his neck, her thighs in his hands, and her head resting against his shoulder. Seriously, he’d beg for it, so just let the guy get his fill every now and then.
  • Oh, another thing he loves doing is hug her from behind and rest his head on top of hers. Even though he’s still slightly taller than her from there, he likes to see what they world looks like from her height. He won’t hold back on being a little brat about it either.
  • Okay, for real, I’m more than sure he used her to save a couple cats from trees and such. Since she’s so tiny and he’s so tall it’d be way easy just to lift her up so she could reach into the branches or perch on top of one.
    • Same strategy applies anywhere actually. If it’s high and just out of his reach, she’ll volunteer to be that extra length they need. Tol and smol make a great team.

Tsukishima Kei

  • The shittiest little shit about it. And he’s the tallest which makes it just that much worse. He absolutely adores her, of course, and when anyone else says something about her height his switch is flipped. No one says anything about his girl.
    • He’s probably be teasing her that she’s even smaller than Noya or something and Hinata comes along and starts giggling about it as well before Tsuki turns all serious and like, “shut up, you disgusting carrot, she’s perfect.”
  • Hear me out, they probably dance a lot - like, ballroom dance. Not only do they do the thing where she stands on his feet and he slowly totters around the living room, but on walks home, they’ll be holding hands when she suddenly twirls and he’s really quick to guide her under his arm and into his side. (Yama totally makes fun of him for it)
  • Dies when she decides to wear heels. I mean, he never has to worry about her being taller than him (sidenote: not that it would be a bad thing!) and let’s face it, she looks damn good in them. Probably the first time she wore them he had a really hard time adjusting where to put his hands since he had gotten so used to her usual height.

Oikawa Tooru

  • Despite the height difference, this kid is pro at taking selfies of them without either of them having to adjust much. It’s like a science at this point. And they’ll always turn out good which are quickly uploaded onto Instagram. #lovemyshortie
  • LOVES being the little spoon. I mean, yeah, he’ll be the big spoon, cause he loves cuddling and he will always bury his face in her neck, but sometimes a boy just wants to be held. He loves feeling her face pressed into his back and her arms wrapped around him, it’s just yes.
    • He also loves just being held by her, like with his head on her chest, his legs curled up over hers, and her arms around him. Yup, he’s a big boy but he’s also a big baby that needs to be pampered with love and affection.
  • He always gets a kick out of carrying her bridal style. Usually when they’re at home or something they’ll just be hanging out in the kitchen and then decide they’re going into the living room. So, he just swoops and carries her from place to place. She’s come to just expect it and when he starts to move in, she instinctively raises her arm to hang onto his shoulder.
The One That I Want

Has this been done already? I don’t know. I got back from two and a half hours of straight dancing at a Halloween party and I was inspired so here ya go. 

A College Bughead Halloween AU

There is a read more line! Sorry if you’re on mobile and it glitches


“Are you sure you don’t want to trade that poodle skirt for a leather jacket and some red lipstick? It’s never too late.” Veronica said for the millionth time that evening, adjusting her own hair in the mirror. 

Betty looked at her pale yellow skirt and matching cardigan, frowning as she compared it to Veronica’s metallic skirt and baby blue crop top. “I think I’ll stick with the Sandra Dee costume I already have.”

“Suit yourself.” Veronica shrugged, “I’m just saying you could afford to show off your body every once in a while. And it’s Halloween! It’s as good a time as any to let loose.”

Betty turned toward Veronica, placing one last beaded clip in the raven-haired girl’s extensions and smiling, “Well we don’t all have gorgeous boyfriends who agree to be the sailor to our mermaid.” Veronica blushed a bit, the shimmer of her purple highlighter fusing with the pink tinge of pride, “And I’m pretty sure end-of-the movie Sandy requires a Danny. At least this way it’s a bit more vague.”

Veronica placed a gentle hand on Betty’s shoulder, a gesture Betty knew was meant to make her feel comforted but only served to make her feel pitied. “Nice girl Sandra Dee it is.” She resigned, giving Betty’s arm a small squeeze before waving the moment away with a flick of her wrist. “Alright, let’s go. I’m sure Archie has been waiting for long enough.”

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RFA+Saeran Suicidal MC

Can you write headcanons for the rfa and saeran with an mc who wants to kill herself because she feels like she doesn’t matter and nothing she does will ever matter

I got this prompt before things went downhill on my end, and I’m so sorry it has taken me a while until I was able to write this for you, anon.

I really hope you’re doing okay, and know that you’re loved. Please if you need help, remember to talk to loved ones, friends, or to look up suicide hotlines for your area (Google as an incognito mode if you’re stressed about your history). If you’re thinking of therapy I used to use BetterHelp.com. They had an app and it was nice not having to voice all the negatives, just writing them down. And some places offer free therapy as well.

Do not be ashamed for wanting/needing help. It’s so much better than the alternative.


Zen

- He showered you with compliments on the daily.

- He didn’t know you. You were still just some person behind a text message screen.

- Why did he care so much?

- Out of the camera’s prying eyes, you locked yourself in the late Rika’s room, curling up beside her bed.

- She was so much better than you in every way, so much more lovable, likeable. No one ever batted an eye to you unless it was just to be flirted with.

- You knew those advances would go away the moment they saw you for who you were.

- Some over-depressed whiny fuck.

-  You covered your face, hating how harsh you had to be to yourself, when you heard the phone ring. You peaked over, the action seemingly taking over a year, but you recognized the face on the ID.

- Zen.

- You answered, a low “Hello”, to which he acted surprised to.

- “Eh? Are you sick? Did our RFA princess get a cold?

- Silence. Long enough that you heard him shuffle with the phone, probably to check if you were still on the line.

- “Mc? Hey, are you okay?

- “Why do you care?”

- “…What kind of question is that?

- You scoffed.

- “Hey, whats up? What’s wrong?

- “What, you going to just flirt with me? Save the damsel in distress who you don’t even know?” You swallowed, the action making your throat feel like it was being torn apart. 

- “I do know-

- “No you don’t! You don’t even know what I look like, let alone how I act! How I really am! Just some selfish fuck up who can’t even compare to that Rika girl you all keep talking about!”

- Silence again, and your felt your heart manage to break even more. “That’s what I thought, you can’t even-”

- “No, I’m still here. I’m listening.

- “To what?”

- “To you. To you venting. Mc, please just. Keep going.

- Out of anger you did. Anger towards yourself, towards the group. He listened. He listened as anger turned into broken sobs that had your chest heaving.

- He kept quiet for a moment, making sure he wasn’t interrupting you again.

- “You’re right, I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like, but you know what? I don’t care. Because while I don’t know you that well, I know already you’re a good person. You’re helping us while your heart is so burdened with stress, while you have the weight of us on your shoulders. Do you know how many others would do that? None. In fact, the one that did is gone now. And even as upset you are with us talking about her, you’re still willing to help, you’re still willing to listen to idiot romantics like me, while you’re struggling so much. But you know what? We’re here for you. These strangers that you’re taking care of, we’re here for you too. No matter how silly, no matter how late, you can call me. Text me. If you feel like this please, please, just talk to me or one of the guys who makes you feel more comfortable, if you can’t talk to anyone else. Just please, yell at me, blame me, but god please don’t do anything to yourself.

- “I-I-I’m so ssorry-”

- “Don’t. We all have our bad moment. When I see you at that party, I’ll give you all the hugs I can’t give you right now, and all the ones no one else was able to give you. So stick around until then at least, okay?”

- You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “O-Okay.”

- He stayed on the phone with you to calm you down, getting you to agree to sleep on the couch so Seven could make sure you were okay. He stayed on the phone for hours, just listening, singing at times, humming encouragement. 

- And when the two of you finally met, he couldn’t let go of you, and you never wanted to let go of him.

Jumin

- He was used to coming home and you greeting him with a smile, warming his heart and taking the stress from work that day. Even Elizabeth 3rd didn’t have that effect all the time

- But seeing you curled up on the bed, motionless, face soaked in tears, had him dropping his suitcase and rushing to you

- “Mc? Mc, are you alright?”

- You weakly looked up at him, dried eyed threatening to tear up again. “No.” God, every part of you hurt admitting that, but you just wanting some emotion to grace you, something other than pain and numbness

- “Do I need to call the doctor? It’ll just-”

- “No, no please, just.” You weakly reached out for his hand, and he immediately grasped yours. Even just tilting your head felt like it took your whole energy reserve away. “I need you.”

- He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Love, please. What’s wrong?”

- “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

- “About what?”

- “I’m such a fucking waste of space Jumin, I can’t do anything right anymore.”

- He jerked away slightly, looking you in the eyes.

- “Don’t you dare even begin to think that. Don’t you dare.”

- Tears starting spilling from your eyes again as you were forced to look directly at him, your shoulders shaking.

- “But I am-”

- “No,” He kissed your forehead, but his voice was stern, even slightly shaky. “You are the most amazing thing to happen to me, you are the best thing to grace my presence each morning I open my eyes, you are so much more than that, mc. Please.”

- You had never seen Jumin cry, but now you felt it. He was holding you tight, burying his face in your hair, as he struggled to keep composed as his body shook.

- “Please, mc. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

- You clung tightly to him, muttering a mantra of apologies as he made a mental list of how to help you exactly.

- He would going to start telling you he loved you six times a day, kiss you every moment he could, call you every small two minute break he had just to tell you he thought of you. 

- God, just anything. Anything to keep you here with him, and to feel like yourself again. Not this husk.

Jaehee

- Jaehee knew a few of the signs, just from excessive research she did after hearing about the late Rika.

- Maybe a few other reasons

- The two of you were closing up the shop for the night, you washing the dishes as she swept. However, she had stopped ages ago, watching you stare at a knife with a dead-eyed half lidded stare.

- She knew. 

- Slowly, she walked behind you, taking your hands in hers and getting the knife away from you, holding you from behind.

- “Mc, don’t.”

- That’s all she said. She wasn’t even 100% sure that was what you were thinking, but you bursting into tears on the spot confirmed it.

- She cut the sink off, wrapping you in one of the fluffy clean towels, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her.

- She wanted to cry, felt like she needed to, but she held it in. For you, just for you. Just anything to make you happy.

- “Jaehee, I can’t- It’s so painful- I can’t even breathe-”

- “Shhh,” She kissed the back of your head, waiting for you to cry it out.

- When you finished, she turned you around, kissing the corners of your eyes.

- “We’re going to get you to a doctor.”

- “Jaehee, no-”

- “Yes,” Her voice cracked a bit, and she took a deep breath. “Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve learned so much about myself, I’m finally enjoying my life again, I feel like I finally learned what it’s like to feel alive-”

- “With me gone, you’ll-”

- “I’ll break, I’ll be in shambles. And I never, ever, want to see you like that. I never want to see your beautiful, shining, radiant face devoid of life. If that happened, I’d die, Mc. I would just stop.”

- She took a moment to rub her eyes, then to kiss you.

- “Please, please, just talk to me. I promise I love you, I promise I will do everything I can. Just please, god. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Yoosung

- Everything had been numb until now.

- Bad grades? Still workless? Numb.

- Yoosung drowning in games while you silently and mentally begged for his attention? Numb.

- You weren’t even sure what had snapped in you today, but as he was discussing a test he failed, sad over it, but a bit happy it wasn’t as bad as his past grades

- And you just broke down in tears

- He froze up, trying to figure out what he said wrong as you buried your face in your knees.

- “Mc? Mc, what happened? Are you okay?”

- He gingerly touched you, scared of provoking more tears, but when you leaned a bit closer he managed to bring your face up to look at him.

- “Mc, please, please, tell me what is wrong.”

- He was so scared. Were you going to break up with him? Did someone hurt you? What was happening?

- After a few moments of choked sobbing and garbled mutterings, you managed to clear your throat enough.

- “Yo-Yoosung, I can’t stand this anymore.”

- Oh god, you were breaking up, weren’t you? He took a deep breath. “Stand what?”

- “Just, I don’t fuckcing know,” you covered your face again. “Living. I can’t.”

- His heart sunk. Immediately he pulled you to him, tears already leaking.

- “Do-Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare, Mc. Please, god, don’t you dare.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word, he didn’t want to even jinx it. “Please, god, don’t. I don’t know what I’d do.”

- You outright wailed.

- “I don’t have a job, I’m such a disgrace, I just-”

- “No,” He pushed your face into his shoulder, refusing to have you keep on. “You don’t know how much you mean to me, or the people around you. God, please, I went through this with Rika, Mc, just please, please, let me help you. I couldn’t-” His voice broke, “I couldn’t help her, please, god, let me help you.”

- The two of you broke down, just rocking back and forth on his bed, sobbing together. You, feeling so ashamed and sick. Yoosung, so scared and guilty. 

- After the two of you cried it out a bit, he covered you in kisses, refusing to stop until he felt like you knew how much he loved you. 

- He’d nearly beg Jumin to have him help you get help. He didn’t care if he had to become a slave to C&R for the rest of his life. Anything was better than losing you.

Seven

- No matter what you did, how much you told him you loved him, he pushed you away. 

- You couldn’t understand why for the life of you. He was so in love with you a while ago, and now it’s just this?

- It was you, right? You did something. You weren’t who he thought you were…Right?

- He didn’t even notice you leave the house.

- You threw your phone somewhere outside, and just walked. Walked until your feet felt sore, until your legs couldn’t take it.

- When you finally stopped, you were at an old park bench. It was late in the afternoon, almost dark, so no kids were around. You sat down, and held it in as you thought about what you were going to do.

- There was a river nearby, so that was an option, wasn’t it? And if you truly needed to you could fashion your sweater into some noose. It wouldn’t be too hard if you had your phone.

- Phone… Right. You threw that somewhere, didn’t you? You couldn’t even look up proper ways of killing yourself, could you? Managed to fuck up right until the end.

- You laughed to yourself, and as you did it slowly turned into hiccups. Into sobs.

- Soon you were sobbing on this abandoned park bench, like some fool. Some lovestruck fool that had no one to love her back.

- You didn’t know how long you were there, not until a loud screeching noise hit your ears, causing you to blink at the bright lights in front of you.

- “Mc? Oh thank god, thank god.”

- Seven ran to you, pulling you off the bench and hugging you tight.

- “I was so scared, I was so fucking scared. Are you okay? Are you hurt-”

- You shook him off, shooting a bitter glare his way.

- “Why do you care?”

- You could see the life leave him. He instantly teared up, reaching for you.

- “God, mc, I do, I do, god i do please. Please please, please pleaseplease, don’t do this-”

- “What, push you away like you-”

- He pulled you into a sloppy, wet, kiss. His tears mingling with his inability to kiss properly.

- “I know I’m an asshole, I know I don’t deserve you. I just get so scared- I’m so gross, so disgusting, so stupid, Mc. And you’re so smart, so kind, so fucking calm. And I don’t deserve you, not in the slightest, but here you are,” He managed a weak, choked, laugh. “Finally realizing…”

- He held you close, refusing to let go, as he sobbed into your chest. “God, mc, please. Come home, lets talk, and then you can beat me within an inch of my life, but please god don’t leave me, don’t, not like this. Not like this, just any other way, not like this.”

- You put your stubbornness aside. Still angry, but longing some validation.

- The two of you settled in his car, awkwardly cuddling in the back seat in the abandoned parking lot, trying to calm down enough to drive.

- And in that time frame, you realized he was just as scared as you were. Once he heard your plans, he begged you to get help, he even promised he would come along to therapy, just anything so you didn’t harm yourself like you were thinking. He needed to know you were safe, and he would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop you.

- But you knew for damn sure he wasn’t going to push you away anymore, not even if his mind told him to. You deserved more.

Saeran

- When he saw your recent search histories, he nearly broke down himself, recognizing a few of the searches as ones he used to look up himself.

- You, the wonderful woman who welcomed him with open arms. Despite those he hurt, despite him trying to hurt you. When you first saw him, you immediately hugged him so tightly, whispering on how thankful you were that he was alright.

- Something he would never forget.

- And here he was, reading the results you got for painless suicide methods. Once he saw one connected to your recent behavior, he shot out of his seat and sprinted to wherever you could be.

- When he found you, he was the one to break into sobs. He was so mad, so fucking mad, that he couldn’t stay composed, but he needed you, he needed you so bad.

- He fell to his knees, clinging onto your legs.

- “Mc, please god, please don’t do it, please for fucking gods sake don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me with an empty bed and guilt, god Mc I can’t take it, I can’t.”

- As soon as he started sobbing, you connected the pieces pretty quickly, and felt your own tears pour.

- You slowly met him on the floor, where he held you in a death-like grip, begging you without any shame.

- “Why, why, why? Why?”

- “I’m just. Worthless, Saera-”

- “Don’t you fucking even think that for one moment. I’ve killed people, mc, I’ve killed people worse than you, I’ve beaten people. God, Mc, I’m worse than you. If anything I’m the one more deserving to go rather than you.”

- He broke down again, ending up blubbering. “If you go I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the only thing keeping me sane, please god Mc, please don’t. Please. Please.”

- He just kept begging, and you started to wail.

- The two of you stayed on the floor just cuddling each other, unsure of what else to do. It took hours until the both of you could stop crying, until the both of you held hands so tightly and talked about the help for you to get.

- He would do anything, just anything, for his beautiful heaven like sky not to be taken away from him.

How the Hellsing characters are presented in the fandom:

Alucard: Will fuck anything that moves. Angsty VampireTM. Not even a monster, just an asshole with guns. No emotions except for sexual lust and blood lust. Nobody can control him, and if they can, they’re presented as assholes for getting in his way. He is also abusive.

Integra: Cold, emotionless bitch. Treats everyone like shit. More often than not, she’s the one standing in everyone’s happy ending. Gives 0 fucks about the people closest to her.

Seras: Basically walking boobs. “Ahhh oh nooo I’m a vampire???! Blood is super icky!!! Save me, Alucard!!”

Walter: Butler.

How the characters actually are:

Alucard: A complex character who has accepted his life after death. He has the maturity of someone who is centuries old; he doesn’t angst over what could have been with his life because he knows that he has to deal with the consequences of his actions. He is a sadistic, ruthless monster, and he knows it. But, he holds those he cares about with respect and would never cross their boundaries (though he will tease them). HE HAS NEVER AND WOULD NEVER ASSAULT INTEGRA OR SERAS.

Integra: She is a calculating, intelligent human being. She has emotions, but she usually has to suppress them for her line of duty and it causes her pain. She cares deeply about the people who live in her manor- deeply enough that they are capable of breaking her heart. She is a strong, commanding leader who doesn’t take shit from anyone, but she will do everything in her power to save innocent people and the people she cares about. She would not needlessly risk lives.

Seras: Strong, kind, and amazing. She struggles to retain her humanity and manages to smile while she does it. She doesn’t take shit either, even though she has a bit of a softer personality compared to Integra. Never assume she is weak. She is also a monster, just like Alucard, and she eventually comes to terms with it. She is a badass who kicks ass and takes names, and is not a damsel in distress or a walking set of tits. Seras is someone who has looked Hell in the face and still manages to brighten everyone’s lives with her amazing attitude. She was once a police officer, and is a vampire, so SPOILER ALERT: smack her ass and she will fucking rip your arms off, not blush and giggle.

Walter: He presents a cool and collected façade. He can pass for the average butler, but don’t think for one second that a butler is all he is. He is a hard-ass killing machine who wanted to prove himself worthy of being remembered. He didn’t want to evade the history books; he wanted to be known as the man who defeated the monster, and so he became a traitor. He is a wolf in sheepskin, and he is almost as sadistic as Alucard himself. Despite this, however, he DOES care about Integra and Seras; just not as much as he cares about himself, his ego, and his petty and childish “rivalry” he has going on with Alucard.

His Girl

Summary: Bucky admires the girl of his dreams, aka the Reader, during a party. Her only problem?  The man holding her hand.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2507

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), love triangle, someone gets cheated on, a little bit of angst.

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt on posting something of my own. This might be read by no one ever, but still, I’ve had so much fun in the process and probably will do it again… Thank you so much @dretjie12  for being my beta and putting out with me. You have a special place in my heart.

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! Feedback always welcomed!



Bucky enters the party making a beeline for the bar. It was one of Tony’s big shindigs at the Avenger’s Tower. He had lost count of how many he had attended since he joined the team and could barely remember the reason for it, if there ever had been one to start with.

It has been a slow process of readaptation after he came back from Wakanda, where T’chala’s scientists had finally found a treatment for the trigger words and other horrors Hydra had seen fit to grace his mind with. He still struggled with social events, preferring, instead, to hide in a nondescript corner sipping on whatever drink he took fancy to.

Taking a discreet balcony seat,  he waits for the whisky he had ordered from the bartender. He searches the crowd, looking for the face he so longs to see.. Y/n

It had been like this from the moment he laid eyes on her. His gaze always searching, admiring her, his entire being longing for her presence. Bucky couldn’t understand why she had this effect on him, they had barely exchanged more than two words with her, shying away from her whenever she drew near.

But he was infatuated by Y/N, by how she had held his left hand when they were introduced, he was so entranced with her that he had held on longer than what was deemed socially acceptable, and yet she never let go before he did. The way her hair swung from side to side when she walked,  how she was always looking straight into the eyes of whomever she was talking to, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, Oh her laugh! the most amazing sound Bucky had ever heard. And she was always laughing, with everyone…

Except with him. Why wouldn’t she speak to him?  Fear… That was the only possible explanation in Bucky’s mind. Of course an angelical person like her would be frightened by him…The winter soldier, the Fist of Hydra, the Assassin… 

With the whisky now in his hands, his lips touch the glass when he finally sees her..

OH, Y/n…

There she was, across the room, laughing while Sam talked to her. For a moment Bucky wishes he could be the lucky bastard who was able to make her laugh like that. He takes a minute to admire the woman of his dreams. She had her hair curled falling on her shoulders and was wearing a long strappy  black dress with a side slit that went high enough to make Bucky’s heart speed up. The deep V neckline wasn’t doing any good to his mental state either…

God, she’s perfect – Bucky momentarily worries that he had said that out loud,  But he genuinely can’t find a single flaw in her. Well, maybe the only problem is the man holding her hands. Steve Rogers, Captain America, Bucky’s best and only friend in the world, the man who started a fucking Civil War to defend him.

She was his girl. That’s why, besides the fact that he probably scares the shit out of her, he would never get to touch Y/N, feel her skin on his. Why he avoids any kind of direct contact and is happy to venerate her from a distance. He couldn’t , by any means, give in to his feelings or even approach her.  Wait, could it be the reason why she avoided him as well? No, it’s fear, for sure.

He’s dated girls, trying hard to get her out of his head.  He had slept with women that would probably be taken as more beautiful or sexier than Y/N by any other person. Not for Bucky though… All he accomplished was to compare her with every single woman he’s been with, and wonder how it would feel if she was the one he was holding, kissing, making love to.

“Jesus, you’re so screwed” Drowned in his thoughts Bucky’d missed the readhead approaching, martini in her hand, sitting on a bench next to him with a smirk on her lips.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” He tries to play the ignorance card, knowing damn well that it would be pointless. The stunning spy was able to read his mind like no other, Steve included. Maybe it was their shared past, the one they never speak of, but lingers in the air. The ex-assassins simply understood each other.

“Please Barnes, you’re offending me”  Natasha rolls her eyes and takes the drink to her mouth.  

Bucky leans down his head with a humorless laugh  “That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yes”.  She spends a moment observing him, who had got back to watch the woman across the room hand in hand with his best friend. With a sigh, she kindly places her empty hand on the soldier’s shoulder. “Just be careful, Bucky. Neither of you have been discreet lately” Bucky turns his head, looking with eyebrows knitted close together  at Natasha, who was showing a rare sympathetic smile.

“What do you mean? In what way she’s not being discreet?”  

The empathy on Natasha’s face was replaced by a familiar glare, before she  stands up and turns her back leaving Bucky behind, mumbling words that his enhanced hearing caught as “Stupid Super Soldiers.  No Serum in the brains, for sure”.  But that didn’t answer his doubts…

He watches as Natasha joins the rest of the gang who was now sitting by a round table close to the dance floor. As usual, she takes the chair next to Clint Barton. Bucky moves his eyes to Steve, who is sitting across from the Widow, leaning in to say something. She responds by pointing to the Bar where Bucky stood. The Captain turns his head to his best friend, grinning and making a gesture calling him toward the gathered group.

Finding no way to decline the offer, Bucky nods and heads to the table that was also accommodating Sam, Wanda and Maria Hill. Getting close, he notices that the only left seat was the one next to Y/N, who had her back turned to him.

“Hey Buck, Join us, the food is amazing” Steve said with a mouthful pointing to his plate with the fork.

The fact that his fellow Super Soldier was the only one eating - an exorbitant amount of food- made him remember the skinny kid from Brooklyn that could barely finish a whole glass of milk. The memory brought a warm smile to Bucky’s face, which faded as soon as he spotted Y/N glancing nervously at the empty seat, avoiding his gaze.. 

“Uhmm, I don’t know pal, I’m not really that hungry” Bucky replies, attempting to  refrain from the situation..

“Oh come on Buck, grace us with your presence, It’s not like you have somewhere else to go.  Or do you already have a broad waiting?” Sam was now talking, emphasizing the word in an attempt to tease his 100 year old friend.

Missing Y/N taking a long sip from her own whisky, Bucky pretends to be amused by the conversation. He can’t find it in him to prolong the subject, so he pulls out a chair and takes his seat. 

The group of friends goes back to chatting, no one seems to notice Bucky flinching when his right thigh brushes against Y/N’s left one under the table. Goosebumps sprung unbidden across his skin. He was now expecting her to pull away and move the chair, but instead, she was leaning on his touch and the sensation was overwhelming…

All the noise surrounding them fades away, replaced by the sound of his beating heart.

He rests his hand on his leg and by the corner of his eyes he sees Y/N doing the same thing. Feeling a rush of boldness, he moves it closer to hers until their pinkies link between their laps. He feels dizzy when she softly caresses his finger with hers and all of a sudden, like it was the most natural thing to do, they have  all of their fingers tightly interlocked, holding hands, covered by the table cloth.

Bucky’s mind was running in full speed, and was hard to catch his breath, but yet, for that moment, time seemed to have frozen and everything was slow motion. No… It was not fear… She was touching him, he had her soft hand in his calloused one. And it felt so right…

Bucky’s stupor was interrupted by a familiar voice in the far distance.

“Are you ok, Barnes? Your face is white as sheet” It was Natasha, of fucking course.

With the unwanted attention, Y/N quickly removes her hand and backs away her leg, making Bucky feel empty.

“Ahm, Yeah  I..I guess I need another drink, I’ll be right back” Bucky leaves the table choosing to ignore Natasha’s suspicious look. To his relief the rest of their friends were apparently unfazed. 

In need of a place to calm his restless state, he heads to the rooftop. Getting out of the elevator he feels the breeze of the night and, watching the city lights, the puzzled events of the last couple of minutes keep running over in his mind.  She had touched him, he could still feel the burning where their skin met and he knows that she was as much affected by it as him… What the hell was happening?

The quietness provided by the place was interrupted by the elevator ding, his heart jumps when he sees the person coming out of it and, without giving it a second though, he takes two quick steps, closing the distance between Y/N and him, feverously pressing their lips together. She immediately kissed him back, one hand tangling in his chocolate locks, while the other snaked up his muscular chest. 

Without breaking the kiss, Bucky pins her against the nearest wall. He’s so drunk in her taste that he doesn’t want to let her go…Not again. He tastes the whisky she’s been drinking mixed with her chapstick and something sweet, that he knew was her, and only her. 

Both of her arms around his neck now, one hand still grabbing his hair in a grip. She gasps for air and Bucky attacks her collarbone with a trail of hot kisses, reaching the pulse point to lightly bite on it. She lets out a moan and tightens  the hold on his locks.

“I need you… Please” She speaks with a breathless voice, reaching to palm the bulge in his pants. If Bucky had a tiny bit of control until then, it was completely lost now. The avenger captures her mouth once again, travelling his hand up her exposed leg through the dress slit, burying his fingers under her panties to find her already damp, the sensation pulls a loud groan from him.  

He pushes the black lace material down to her knees and she works her legs to let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it. Bucky pulls the opening of Y/N’s long gown up to her waist while she quickly goes for his belt, releasing Bucky’s erection.  Not being able to lose any more time  he guides his pulsing cock to her wet entrance. It feels like a punch to a gut when he finally sheaths his length inside her, the air leaving him in a long, torturous exhale. 

Bucky holds her left leg up, keeping it locked around his waist, and uses his metal hand to support himself on the wall, while she maintains a firm grip on his shoulders.  He goes slow at first, allowing their bodies to get acquainted with each other. For what feels like the first time, they stare into each others eyes, and at the moment, Bucky feels a sense of calm, a sense of peace he had not known for a long time..

He watches her as she closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, whimpering in pleasure. “Oh Bucky…” hearing his name on her mouth in such a sinful way made his heart melt and his cock twitch inside of her.

His thrusts grow faster and the two of them become a mess of heavy breaths and moans. Bodies glued together. The frenzy only increases when Bucky readjusts her leg on his waist and his flesh fingers meet Y/N’s clit.  He circles the nub of nerves in fast, harsh circles, The slight change in the angle and the extra stimulation make her let out a scream of pure ecstasy, signaling her climax. Bucky feels her clenching around him and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.

It startles him for a second when she pushes at his chest, forcing him to pull out of her pulsing heat. His mind goes blank when she sinks to her knees and envelops his throbbing cock with her hot mouth. Her soft lips around his cock and a few bobs were too much for him to handle. “I.. I’m … gonna…. ”, Bucky warns, only making Y/N clutch his hips still, not letting him pull away from her. He groans loudly and she takes everything he has to offer, not missing a drop.

Struggling to breath, Bucky helps her get on her feet and keeps her in a tight embrace, forehead leaned against hers, both in a blissful state. When breathing wasn’t so hard anymore, she was the first one to speak.

“I love Steve… I really do” Bucky sighs at the mention of  his friend’s name.

“Yeah, I know, I love that punk too” he responds matter-of-factly in a sad smile.

“I don’t want to hurt him” she continues. “But you…” She  whispers.  “You’ve been on my mind ever since we’ve met, I’ve been going crazy” tears starts to form in her eyes.

Bucky’s ribcage was fighting against the strong beating of his heart. “Yeah, I know the feeling, Doll” he says in a low voice, brushing his thumb on her cheeks.

She tears herself from him and leans down to grab her panties on the floor allowing him to gather himself too. “This can’t … won’t happen again” She manages to make her words convincing, standing up in front of him again, holding the delicate material.

Bucky closes his eyes and nods. He had known this was coming, but it did nothing to ease the pain of hearing those words. Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. They stare at each other for a long moment before she locks their lips together in a smooch.  Bucky feels her shoving one hand inside of his pocket before she breaks the kiss to leave.

He keeps looking at the city lights when he hears the elevator going down. He knows that it would all come eventually, the sorrow, the guilt, the heartache. But at that moment, all he could do was feel on cloud nine, turning his lips up in a grin, while his fingers played absent-mindedly with the piece of black lace inside his pocket.

You’re all incredible: @nenyakj   @mar-gega @imhereforbvcky @imgettingmarriedtobuckybarnes @soldatbarnes @agentmarvel13 @4theluvofall @eve1978

How could I refuse? I love writing this kind of scenario LOL! Hope you like it! <3


Meeting an artist MC before RFA

Zen

  • He was supposed to be at a studio, that happened to be next by the university
  • Since he was struggling to find a place to park his bike, he ended up doing it at the university parking lot.
  • As soon as he took his helmet off, Zen heard this annoyed sigh behind him: “Ahh, you’re finally here! Why didn’t you text me you were going to be late, dude?”
  • “Excuse me?” “Let’s go. I’ve been waiting for you for hours!” you pout and man… he has no idea what you’re talking about, but this pout makes him feel bad as if he knew.
  • So he follows you to the building a few steps next to the parking lot, he is going to be late for his gig, why is he following you? Where to? Oh my god… why are you dragging him to this dark room?
  • “Alright. What was your name again?” “Zen, and you are…?” “MC, but you knew that. My friend talked about me, right?” Not really… which friend? WHAT’S HAPPENING?
  • Okay, you may take your clothes off now.” OH WHAT? “Lady… whoa, uhm… look, you’re pretty bold, and I like bold girls, but uhm… I’m not this kind of guy, especially not to cute girls like you and…” he notices you’re not even listening as you walk to open the curtains and reveal that this is a room full of canvases.
  • “I’m sorry if you had to come on the last minute, my deadline had been shortened, my friend said you’re pretty chill with your posing schedules.” Well, that was obviously a mistake and you’re looking for someone else, but uhm… why doesn’t he feel like explaining it to you?
  • “So take your clothes off, we could start with some standing poses, how about that?” oh, you expect him to…? N-no! Well, he understands this is about art, but still… ahh, why is he feeling so shy?
  • So he gathers courage to explain the misunderstood, only to feel really amused at your mortified expression. “Oh my God! So now you’re late for your gig? I’m so so sorry, sir! I… ahh, I knew you were familiar from somewhere, I…” “Hey hey it’s fine! You just wanted to finish your project, it’s cool…” “OH MY GOD! MY PROJECT! I’M STILL DELAYED AND I DON’T HAVE A MODEL!”
  •  “Of course you do!” he takes his jacket off, ignoring all your protests and attempts of telling him to forget all this.
  • Well, you don’t have much time, he’s here, he’s naked, his physique works phenomenally… why not?
  • “You are so natural at posing, that was great, thank you!” “My pleasure, sweetie… I hope I wasn’t too awkward…” “Not at all! You were perfect, your body is… really perfect…” he smirks at your attempt of not sounding embarrassed.
  • And just when he was about to ask for your name, his phone buzzed. It was the client from the gig looking for him. So, reluctantly, he left.
  • And none of the poses he did for the photographer felt as good as the ones he was doing for you… so when you showed up at his apartment a few weeks ago, his frustration towards hi broken leg was also because he couldn’t pose for you…


Yoosung

  • He pulled an all nighter playing LOLOL and now was dragging himself to the university like a zombie
  • So he noticed the hallways looked a really different, but he was so sleepy he didn’t mind too much.
  • He just noticed something was really off when he heard you greeting him. Are you in his class? No, he would probably remember a smile like this if he had it seen before.
  • “Sit there,  I’m going to test some shading effects, so don’t look directly into the light, okay?” What? Sit where? What light?
  • “I… I’m sorry, I… am not sure what I’m doing…” “Oh, you don’t have to do much, it’s just some bust sketches.” Okay… still not helpful…
  • Yoosung is now fully awaken as he looks around the room,  he never saw a class like this in the biology building… because this isn’t the biology building, it’s the at one, ugh…
  •  “Okay, we could tart with some profile angles and the light hitting from the right, okay?” “Uhm, yeah, sure, but uhm… why me?”
  •  “Hum? Oh… because you’re the model.” M-model? Him? Why would you even think that? “Aren’t you? My friend told me the model always comes earlier on Tuesdays to help the students who need more practice…” oh, you look a little embarrassed, there’s nothing wrong about needing more practice…
  • He feels bad for your flustered face, you looked so excited before. You were going o draw him, he would like to see this. He… would like to know how you see him.
  •  “Y-yeah! Sure! I didn’t know you were training… shading, that’s why I got confused. Yeah, let’s start…”
  • Man… this is so embarrassing, you’re looking at him with so much attention! And don’t even get him started on when you go to him and touch his face to change the position. Are you going to color this later? Because all you have to use is red for his cheeks.
  • “Thank you so much! I think I’m getting the hang of this…” you smile. “Can… can I see it?” “Sure.”
  • Wow, it’s so… beautiful, he looks so… adult in the black and white sketches… is that really how you see him? Is that how he looks?
  • “I struggled a little with your hair, though. I didn’t think I did justice to it…” “It’s perfect, you’re a great artist!”  “And you’re a great model” you smile sweetly, and he fells all warm inside.
  • But he was no model, and it would be embarrassing if you even found out, so he never set foot on the art building again. But you would find out anyway in the chatroom.


Jaehee

  • She thought bringing work to this café would make it feel less stressing
  • And it was working a little, a lot of uni students would hang out there, so it had a cool environment, somehow.
  • Not so cool when she noticed you looking at her from the table in front of her, just some quick glances, but it was hard not to notice the attention and curiosity in your eyes.
  •  It was starting to bother her, so she decided to call you out.
  • But when she looked at you, you weren’t looking anymore, you were busy with a pencil and a napkin.
  • Hum… maybe it was just her imagination… Ugh, she’s so stressed she’s seeing things now.
  • Yeah, why would you look at her with so much interest?
  • Wait, no… you definitely are looking at her now! Yeah, you’re smiling straight at her! This is not her imagination!
  • “Something wrong, miss?” “Hum? Oh no, not at all… I think this light hits you really nice, that’s all.”
  • What light? Oh… the sunlight? Well, it’s not even that bright since it’s late in the afternoon and…
  • Wait! Is it already that late? Ahh, she lost track of time in this place! She must get back to C&R immediately and hand these papers to Mr. Han asap!
  • But… why she keeps thinking of what you said? Why were you paying so much attention to her? Wait, why are you leaving? Hey, you left the napkin behind, won’t you come back to throw in the trash can?
  • She sighs before grabbing her stuff and walking to the table you were to pick the napkin and do what you should have done.
  • Oh no… she can’t throw it away, it’s… it’s a draw of her, and… it’s really cute… would you mind if she kept it? Or was it a gift you left behind on purpose? She would find the answer a few weeks later when you met at the RFA party.


Jumin

  • He was supposed to conduct a lecture to the business students.
  • So he was waiting next to the stairs of the auditorium, typing on his phone.
  • It took him a while to notice you sitting on the concrete handrails, in front of him, but it was hard not to since you were at the same point of the stairs.
  • But you didn’t seem to mind him, sketching furiously in you notebook.
  • Except when your eyes met his and you smile. “The architecture is beautiful, right?” you commented, smiling.
  • “Yes, it’s very imposing.” You chuckle at his answer. What’s so funny? “Great choice of words.”
  • Well, yes… but what do you mean? Now his attention is completely driven to you drawing, but you’re not paying any attention to him anymore.
  • “Are you here for the lecture?” “Nope. I just like hanging out here, it inspires me. The straight lines from the building in contrast to the trees it’s amazing.”
  • Oh, trees… yes, he barely noticed the trees.  But they are, indeed, beautiful, it’s nice to see a piece of nature among these buildings. Ah, now he gets what you mean.
  • Almost everything, since he doesn’t know what you meant when talking about inspiration…
  • Aren’t you a business student? He’s feeling quite curious on what someone so perceptive could study…
  • “Do you mind if I ask what is your degree on?” it slipped his lips before he noticed “Art.” You answered, still sketching.
  •  “I see…  so you have no interest in business, I suppose.” “I have interest in lots of things, from buildings to trees, from art to business and so on. It’s good to have a wide view so you can see the beauty in everything…”
  • You get up from the rail and walk towards him. “Even on a trivial scene like a guy messing on his phone.” You show the sketch to him. Oh… it’s him. He feels oddly embarrassed, for some reason.
  • But there was no reason to. He would learn a lot more things with you a couple of weeks later when you showed up at his penthouse.


Saeyoung

  • He was going to pick Yoosung up to hang out later.
  • But Yoosung was nowhere to be found. Did he forget? Tsk… it would be a shame if the LOLOL server went down that night… well, it can’t be helped when you forget your friends…
  • He was smirking to himself when spotted you from across the hallway smiling to yourself too and drawing
  • Then you looked at him… and lowered your gaze again, focusing on the drawing.
  • Were you drawing him? Nah, it couldn’t be…
  • Well, since Yoosung stood him up, he should go back home and start working before the boss would send Vanderwood to tase him.
  • But seriously, were you drawing him? Ahh, he couldn’t leave without knowing what were you doing…
  • Was there some camera that would capture from where you were standing? He could hack it and see if…
  • “Cool glasses.” You said, walking towards him. “Thanks…” he scratched the back of his head, feeling strangely flustered.
  • “Cool hair color too, do you know the YCMK for it?” He… knew, but why would he tell this to a stranger? Why was he talking to a stranger if he wasn’t on a mission?
  • “Oh, you must think I’m such a creep right now, sorry.” You chuckled nervously, and he couldn’t help chuckling too, you were just so cute.
  • “Well, I should warn you that it’s hard to recreate such a unique hair color like mine…” “I’m up for the challenge.” Oh… feisty! He likes it… wait, what?
  • “So I guess it would be a challenge to see your draw of me.” “If it is a challenge for you to ask nicely…” oh god… you’re so adorable! How can he not ask nicely?
  • So you show him. And it’s… AWESOME! It’s him drawn in a comic book style. He looks like a super-hero, he looks like… the defender of justice.  Ahh, if only he really was the defender of justice…
  • Too bad he couldn’t really see himself in the way you did. That’s why he was feeling even guiltier for putting you in so much danger,  super hero would never let the love of his life in this much danger…


Saeran

  • He just wanted some ice cream.
  • He barely noticed he was near an university.
  • Since he was here, might as well sit and take a look at some students, maybe one of them would work as good bait for his plan.
  • He was caught up in his thoughts, but promptly noticed you sitting beside him in the bench.
  • Ugh… what do you want?
  • Apparently, nothing, as you were sketching something. You probably din’t even notice there was someone behind you, weirdo!
  • He was annoyed, because of you invading his space like this or because of you not even noticing his presence? He didn’t know…
  •  He cleared his throat to get your attention… nothing. So he tried leaning discreetly to your side, still nothing.
  • It was only when a soccer ball fell in your direction that you took your eyes off the drawing.
  • “Shit!” he said, noticing the ball almost hit your head. It wouldn’t hurt, but still, people need to be more careful, for fuck’s sake!
  • You looked around, trying to find the kicker, and as soon as you did, you got up from the bench, yelling and cussing the person.
  • He felt like laughing, it was such a difference from when you were drawing… your voice was different from what he imagined, not that he actually put much thought into it, but still, it was different.
  • Then he noticed you left your sketchbook on the bench, and after thinking a lot, he decided to take a sneak.
  • He coughed in surprise seeing himself, the pink from his hair, the mint from his eyes and the black from his clothes… it looked really well put together, just like he wanted his aesthetics to be.
  •  He saw some other sketches, the one in the following page was the sky painted in watercolor… it could only be a sign, he found his target, and he would take the sketchbook as reference to taking information about you. Don’t worry, he would give it back when you would be with him in Paradise.


V

  • The campus had a really nice view and a great light
  • So the photographs would work very nicely.
  • He was taking pictures of the view and decided to photograph some of the students walking by
  • Then the camera’s lenses captured you in a very interesting focused expression
  • He spent some time looking at it, fascinated at how geat it turned out
  • So he wanted more angles, still trying not to let you notie, otherwise it would lose all the beauty of the spontaneity behind it.
  • When he walked a little behind you, he could catch a glimpse of what you were drawing…
  • He immediately recognized the turquoise hair, and got super flustered when one of the photos was you looking straight at the camera over your shoulder.
  • He got surprised, but still, it was a stunning shot.
  • “It’s not polite to photograph people without their consent.” you said, smiling teasingly.
  • “I wish I could say the same for drawing people without ther consent, but I don’t think is something that commom whatsoever.” you laughed. Ahh… can he take pics of you laughing?
  • “I guess it’s not, but I’ll apologize anyway, I just liked your hair color and poses when you’re photographing.” “There’s no need to apologize, it’s a beautiful work from a very talented and photogenic artist.” 
  • You blushed, and he couldn’t hold back a minor fist pump for taking a pic of your expression.
  • Ahh, even the way you pouted and told him not to do that was absolutely adorable. So he offered his hand to you.
  • “I’m really glad we got to inspire each other,hope this happens again in the future.” well, the future was something neither you nor him could know by now. But for the very first time in a long time, he was genuinely excited for the things to come to him.

DannyMay Day One: Hope/Hatred

I have fallen back into my OBSESSIVE LOVE for Danny Phantom and since DannyMay is a thing I’m hella excited to participate! I’m using @narwhalsarefalling prompts for the daily DannyMay. Here’s hoping I can make it through all 31 days *sweats nervously* I also want to include a little story for each picture…p.s. it’s transparent!

…After much confusion on the battlefield, Jack and Maddie are left speechless. The Ghost Boy, that they have tried to capture and destroy for years now, was hanging limply by the collar of his jumpsuit at the hands of none other than the Wisconsin Ghost. 

Beaten to an ectoplasmic pulp and breathing raggedly -ghosts don’t need to breath what is he trying to pull-Phantom throws a pathetic right hook. The Wisconsin Ghost simply laughs at his pitiful attempt, missing him entirely and as Phantom’s arm falls to his side, a bright ring of light appears at his waist. This only makes the Wisconsin Ghost’s laughter even louder, an evil sound dripping with malice that can make anyone’s hair stand on end.

Startled by the sudden flash, the Fenton parents brandish their weapons, ready to fire. However, as the bright ring-rings!?- splits up and down the Ghost Boy’s body, their white-knuckled grip loosens with every passing second. 

Black and white jumpsuit is replaced by blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Jack’s mind was racing, too many thoughts and emotions running rampant at the same time. Maddie was frozen in place, time came to a screeching halt around her. Twin gasps of horror escaped into the air. There, still within the grasp of the Ghost, was black haired and blue eyed Danny Fenton, the Ghost holding him up like a coveted trophy, laughing maniacally. The Wisconsin Ghost, with a sickening grin asks

“What will you do now?”

The Fenton parents stare at their son, who is still struggling pitifully to get free.

impossible

this isn’t happening

it can’t be

not my baby boy

Then, with great effort on his part, Danny turns to his parents. Face dirty, cuts and bruises decorating his body, with tears threatening to fall he opens his mouth.

“I’m sorry”

Those two little words shattered the tension like brittle glass. Everything they have ever seen and heard about the Ghost Boy takes on a new meaning. Every question mark answered, every doubt banished, every action explained. 

The Fentons leap into action. Jack fires at the ghost, effectively making him drop their boy, as Maddie slides under and catches Danny. Looking up at her, his eyes ask what his mouth can’t, Maddie gives him a teary smile and tells him to stay put. Giving him a quick kiss she lets loose a battle cry and jumps back into the fray. 

Plasmius proves to be too much of a handful for just the Fenton parents. For every blow they land he retaliates 10 fold. Though significantly weaker due to Phanto-Danny, Danny’s efforts, The Wisconsin Ghost is moments away from breaking free of the Fenton Containment Net™. Jack and Maddie can only look on in mute horror as their most powerful ghost containment method is obliterated in a single blast of ecto energy.

The Wisconsin Ghost makes his advance, all the while gloating about Jack’s incompetence

“Did you really think a poorly made ecto tissue would be enough to hold me!? my power is beyond your comprehension! You can’t even hope to defeat the BOX GHOST you are that incompetent! Your inventions cause your family more harm that good! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR OWN SON! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO HAVE A WOMAN AS PERFECT AS HER! Maddie, I will give you one final chance, join me and I will let Daniel live.”

“Go to hell!”

“SO BE IT! IF I CANT HAVE YOU, THEN NOBODY CAN! You and that buffoon will die here and now!”

“OVER MY HALF DEAD BODY!”

Turning their heads to the source of the noise, there stands none other than Danny Phantom, looking about ready to tear the Wisconsin Ghost a new one. Taking a deep breath, he lets loose a Ghostly Wail, the most powerful he has ever produced to date. the Ghost’s vain attempt at resisting only ends in his body slammed into the side of Dalv Corp. Since the walls are made of Extra Strength Ghost Proof Titanium™, the Wisconsin Ghost is going nowhere. 

The onslaught continues as the Fenton parents look on in awe, hands over their ears. Their son, Danny Fenton is the infamous Ghost Boy Danny Phantom, hero of Amity Park. They have so many things to say and so many to apologize for. So much guilt and shame, so much regret.

Finally the Wail dies down, black rings sliding past the ghost’s body, The Fenton parent’s blood runs cold as left behind is Vlad Masters. They can’t even begin to process that revelation when their Son has just fallen to his knees in exhaustion. They sprint towards him.

Danny looks up just as he is enveloped in the tightest hug he has ever received. His mother spouting apologies between sobs telling him how much she loves him, his father telling him how amazed and proud he is while holding back tears. Danny can’t help but get misty-eyed as he smiles, new hope blossoming within his heart. Grateful that he no longer has to bear the burden alone, elated that now he has his parents on his side, ecstatic that now they will understand everything.

“We love you for YOU Danny”

“Whether you’re ghost, boy, or something in between”

Grind Till I Own It || Mafia!Jungkook x Reader [M] Pt. 2


Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the son of the famous mafia gang TBB (The Black Base) and is a filthy rich man that gets whatever his finger points at - that includes even you.

Rated [M] for eventual smut/angst

“We’re here, princess”

A soft voice traveled up to you ears, you couldn’t quite make up if you were laying on a pillow or a bed but this was extremely comfortable and you refused to wake up. That was, until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your body and the wind hit your face making you snap your eyes open.

You gasped.

In front of you was a huge mansion with windows as big as your own little apartment. It looked like a palace to you, and the garden was so mesmerizing you couldn’t take your eyes off of the roses that bloomed in different shades of red. The grass looked as green as ever even though it was in the middle of the night. This whole thing felt like a dream to you.

But then you remembered.

Jungkook.

You glanced up and there he was, holding you close to his chest. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest and somehow, just somehow that made you feel incredibly calm. Without saying anything, you tilted your head back and closed your eyes again.

“Ah! Sir, should I inform the supreme leader about-”.

“No. There’s no need for that, instead. How about escorting her to my room” Jungkook’s voice was nothing like before, it didn’t match his calm heart - in fact, he sounded stressed out. You wanted to ask why, but you also knew that maybe giving him some space was the best choice.

“Will do Sir!” Jimin saluted him, and that’s when you decided to open your eyes.

“Where are you going?”.

You mentally scolded yourself for asking Jungkook that when it looked like talking was something he’d rather avoid at the moment. He simply said work and left just like that. No goodbye and definitely no see you later.

You knitted your eyebrows together, a bit offended at how he was the one who brought you here and then left as if you weren’t even here. Whatever You huffed, arms crossed above your chest, anger taking over your features.

“Here” Jimin offered his small hand to you and you looked down at it, struggling to hold in your laughter at how tiny his hand was compared to yours.

“Are you expecting me to hold your hand?” You asked, head tilting to the side. He paused and you took this moment to study Jimin’s adorable face. “What if I break it?”.

Jimin looked taken aback, his already big eyes went even bigger and his mouth was in the shape of an ‘o’. You also noticed how his cheeks were dusted with a fair pink, almost as pink as his lips.

“My hand is not that small!” He groaned, placing his hand on his forehead as if he just got the biggest headache of his life. “God, you sound just like Taehyung” Jimin let out an irritated sigh accompanied by a pout.

“Taehyung?” Your eyes flashed with curiosity.

Jimin motioned you to follow him so you did and when you stepped inside the mansion you had to rub your eyes, because this didn’t feel real at all. Everything looked so beautiful you were afraid to walk on the stairs, your silly self thought that you’d make them dirty - or even ruin them.

“Mmh, Taehyung” Jimin started, walking up the stairs that were probably made out of gold - you could see your own reflection in them.

“Taehyung is the one that locates all the thieves. As soon as someone steps foot in here he’ll get a signal up to his office, then he simply informs the supreme leader and yeah” Jimin shrugged, fishing up a shiny yellow key from his suit pocket.

“Did he get a signal just now?” You asked, arms swaying gently side to side. Jimin didn’t say anything, he simply smiled and he was looking at you but not quite you, it was more like looking behind your shoulder.

You spun around and saw a man with chestnut colored hair jogging up to where you two were standing, he was so handsome it was almost as if he was artificial.

“Damn it Jimin! You should tell me when boss’s girls come here! I gave up my damn chocolate milk for this! Do you know how important that is to me?” Taehyung who looked awfully sad yet undeniably cute had a cup of - what you’d assume was chocolate milk - in his rather large hands.

Is everyone here a model or something?! You thought once you took in all of Taehyung, a God in his own ways.

Jimin looked serious, until his eyes traveled down to Taehyung’s black pants.

And it was then.

It was then that your ears officially gave up on hearing the oh, so beautiful sounds in the world after a loud - what you could only describe as a shriek - completely destroyed your sense of hearing.

Jimin was laughing his lungs out and both you and Taehyung looked confusingly at each other. You looked to where Jimin was looking before and oh my god.

Taehyung who looked as if he was a lost puppy had a stain on his pants which, of course, made it look like someone had scared the living shit out of the man and sure it was hilarious but.

Seriously?.

“what the..” Taehyung’s eyebrows were crushed together and he carefully looked down and immediately up again, connecting eyes with Jimin. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Do you think she saw it…?”.

“Who?” You asked, inviting yourself to the conversation - or should you say, love affair.

Taehyung looked embarrassed for a minute, but then he gazed to his right in a dreamy state and battered his surprisingly long eyelashes.

“Sujin noona..” He said, smiling an incredibly wide smile which almost looked impossible - cute but scary.

“Ah, get your love bullshit out of here Taehyung. Oh, right, Y/N” Jimin turned around and twisted the doorknob, revealing your room. He chuckled when he heard you audibly gasp behind him and you stepped inside, mouth wide open in astonishment.

“Am I dreaming? Am I? Holy shit!” You couldn’t be more amazed than you already were.

You’ve been living with Seulbi for quite awhile in a stuffy apartment and going from a mattress to a king sized bed is a huge fucking upgrade. This room had everything you needed and even a little more, the fact that you are going to stay the night here is an honour.

You turned around, your mouth open and Jimin who was leaning against the wall with a huge smirk on his face looked quite pleased at what he has shown you so far.

“Like it? Boss has pretty good taste in things. He might act like an asshole sometimes, but trust me - he has a heart of gold” Jimin said while walking towards you, grabbing your hand and placing the key on your palm. “Well then, goodnight”.

And just like that, Jimin with the following voice of Taehyung repeatedly saying ‘did she see that’ faded away and you were left alone in the room.

“Ah fuck, where’s Jungkook? And why did he leave me? This makes no sense” You sat down on the enormous bed, only to lay down and stare at the ceiling. “Work isn’t a good answer..” You turned over to the lamp and switched it off, your vision slowly taken away by sleep and you were drifting off.



You didn’t realize that sleep had taken over your body. Every emotion of last night had left your mind and you were to be filled with new ones today.

“Shit, my head” You groaned, holding your head as if it was gonna fall.

The poisonous side effect of getting ‘fucked up’ wasn’t as pleasing the next day. But who the hell gives a shit? You’re literally waking up in a king sized bed! You shouldn’t complain right?.

“So you have risen I see”.

A quite familiar voice said, you followed it and there he stood. God himself.

Jungkook had his arms crossed and was leaning just like how Jimin did. They’re quite similar in a way, although you cannot pinpoint how - they just gave off the same vibe.

“Yes I, uh, have” You giggled, the sound of your heartbeat getting louder as Jungkook began to walk towards you, looking as if he just had taken a shower in gold. Even in the morning when you were supposed to be in a shitty mood and - look like shit - Jungkook looked like the opposite of all that.

“And just like the sun” He gently yanked you out of bed, only to have you spin once before your noses brushed together “You are beautiful”.

As if your cheeks had an on and off button, they quickly bloomed into a few shades of pink and red. Jungkook’s compliments had yet again won over your heart and you were so incredibly scared that he might hear the hammering of your heartbeat.

“W-What are you talking about? I look like shit, it’s morning and I want nothing more than to just vanish” You glanced down while tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, the compliment made your lips curve into a bashful smile.

“Vanish? Why would you say something like that?” Jungkook made you look into his eyes by gently grabbing your chin, clearly dissatisfied with your saying.

He shook his head.

“Don’t ever say things like that, okay? Just like the refreshing air in the outside world, I need you” Jungkook pulled you into a tight embrace, twirling the both of you. “Stay with me”.

Jungkook was a strange being. He was confusing most of the time and it made no sense when he suddenly got furious out of nothing, could it be that he’s confused about his feelings?. You wanted to know more about Jungkook. You wanted to know what this ‘work’ really was, although you have a slight idea of what it could be.

He is in a mafia gang after all.

A knock on the door made the two of you break apart. You wanted to guess it was Jimin but this knock sounded harder, almost angry.

Jungkook swung the door open, eyebrows drawn together and a frown had taken over his once smiling lips. “Namjoon?”.

The man named Namjoon had a black suit on. His hair was dirty blonde, and it looked messy yet a touch of delicacy was clearly seen. He was very handsome and your heart rate sped up when his serious eyes met your confused ones.

Namjoon inhaled, and then exhaled. Something Jungkook hated because he knew that it meant either something bad happened or something really bad happened - and judging by how Namjoon’s expression indicated stress he knew that it was the second one.

“It seems like your father has a heart disease. We sent him to the local hospital and they informed us that he only has two months left, my condolences boss, it looks as if your father won’t make it”.

Jungkook was holding your hand, and it was as if someone had stuffed him in a refrigerator from all the shaking he was making. He was silent, the only sound that could be heard was the ragged breathing from Jungkook. You glanced over to scan his face, and you wished you hadn’t done that.

His eyebrows that were together before were curving upwards and his bottom lip quivered. Jungkook’s hands and soon his whole self was trembling with nothing but pure shock, sadness and fury.

“Why…Why did father hide this from me”.

Namjoon paused, not sure if he should say more. But he straightened his back and cleared his throat. “I believe it’s because he wanted to refrain from stressing you out - since you are wanted”.

Wanted? You thought, a tingling sensation mingled with anger melted in the pit of your stomach. You somehow felt betrayed, even though this was of no surprise to you.

“Jungkook” You called his name, the way you said his name made him shiver. “You’re wanted? Is this really true?”.

Jungkook didn’t know how to respond. It was as if his ability to speak had disappeared and he felt paralyzed as well, to make it even worse - you had to witness the ugly side of his family which he hoped would never happen.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Jungkook whispered before rushing out of the door, abandoning your hand that was once intertwined with his warm fingers alone in the air.

There you stood, with your dress that suffocated you and your female curves. You looked at Namjoon who was about to leave, but before he could turn on his heel you grabbed his arm.

“Namjoon? Could you take me to Jimin? Please”

And he nodded, mumbling a ‘follow me’ before walking out of the bedroom. The walk with Namjoon was quiet, you assumed he was the serious type so you behaved - not wanting to cause any trouble.

Finally the orange haired man came into sight and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief and comfort when he stretched out his arms for you, and of course, you immediately jumped into his embrace.

“Don’t cry..” Jimin cooed, stroking your hair gently. “Crying doesn’t help a thing. It’s a waste of time and I don’t think you want that, do you?”.

You didn’t how, or why you were crying like this. Maybe you reached your limit? Maybe it was too much for you to handle and you somehow had to let it out?. You didn’t know what you were gonna do when Jungkook would return - if he will that is.



After having tea and toast with Jimin, he decided to take you out for awhile and Taehyung came along later on when his break started. You learnt a lot about the two and they were honestly really sweet even though they worked for someone who wasn’t as sweet as them.

“And that’s the story of how my hand got glued together with the frying pan” Taehyung said, nodding his head in agreement, clearly agreeing with himself because neither you or Jimin could digest what he just said, or even relate to his story at all.

Jimin shook his head. “Anyways, Y/N. I apologize but it seems like we have to leave, I just got a signal from boss that he’s in danger” The serious tone Jimin was using made you shiver, usually he didn’t talk like this. “Will you be fine on your own?”.

You smirked, arms crossed above your chest and you straightened your back. “I’ll be more than fine, besides I have to learn my way home too so this is a good thing”.

Jimin and Taehyung nodded and stood up, each grabbing a metal black walkie talkie from their pockets. You couldn’t help but softly laugh at how serious they looked, it was amazing how specifically Taehyung could go from the guy who got his hand glued together with a frying pan to Mr. Serious.

The familiar ringtone of your phone rang, startling you from the high volume it was on. You fished it up and pressed the green button and raised the device up to your ear. “Y/N speaking”.

“Y/N”.

You froze.

The delicate voice of a man who had snatched your heart in only one night was calling your name in a way in which you couldn’t describe but monotonous. A mixture of miserableness and hopeless mingled in his voice, creating a sad aura around you and the people surrounding you.

“Jungkook…? Are you okay? What happened?”.

You couldn’t help but panic. Your heart was sinking down with each breath the other person took and it pained you so. He sounded lifeless, dull - completely gone and the way he paused made you even more worried. “Jungkook?”.

“Y/N, my father died. I need you. I need you right now”.

“Jungkook I-” Before your next words could even roll off your tongue he hung up on you without saying anything. You stood there, staring at your phone with wide eyes not knowing what the hell you should do next. It took awhile for you to figure out what Jungkook meant by ‘I need you’ but then it hit you.

Jungkook wants to have sex with you.

“B-But..His father just-” You stressfully exhaled, walking forwards with quick steps as if someone was following you from behind. Your cheeks flushed with the thought of Jungkook’s hands roaming your body and yes - you wanted him too but something didn’t sound right.

You didn’t want to have sex with him right now. This was just to conceal his feelings and pitiful sex is not on your to-do list. You loved Jungkook very much but this was just not the right thing to do, besides, once he gets over his father’s death he’ll simply forget about you and your existence.

Everything about you will become history.

Imagine lying to Bill that you’re cheatig on him and breaking up with him when you find out he wants to quit acting for you and your relationship’s sake and to spend more time with you.

“You can’t do this to yourself, Bill.” Alexander said with a disapproving sigh as he watched his younger brother down another glass of whiskey as if it was water and grab another cigarette to light up.

“Yeah? Well, watch me.” he said in a low and rough voice, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he rested his head on his hand.

“No, I’m not going to.” Alexander sound more angry as he approached his brother “You’ve had enough drinking and enough of that too!” he tried to snatch the bottle and cigarette from his hands but the younger man wasn’t having any of it.

“No I haven’t.” Bill growled “Just go to your work Alex, leave me be. What’s your problem with this anyway? I’m not making any noise or anything to bother you.”

“No, you aren’t. You are instead slowly and silently poisoning yourself with all of these!” he shouted in frustration “Aren’t you even going to think of your health? What do you think (Y/n) would say if she saw you like this?” he hissed.

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Façade (Taehyung X Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Word count: 6.0 K

Warning: cussing, slight jimin x reader, daddy kink, dirty talk , smut

summary: Y/N struggles due to her sister as she is faced with a new love interest. Due to the age gap Y/N must cover up and pretend as if she is the one dating Taehyung to please there parents. Along the line Taehyung and Y/N grow closer together, closer in more than one way. 



speaking from personal experience having a sister had its rough patches that most likely couldnt be fixed. Okay i may be exaggerating but life only gained more diffcult if she cared about her apparence more then your whole exestince. I had been born first making me gain all the responsibilities and her gaining all the mistakes. She had been in her last year of high school as I was in my first year of college. It had also been spring break meaning I had to visit my parents and come to terms with my lovely sister.


I had managed to befriend someone apart of my college by the name of Kim Taehyung. He was attractive to say the least, anyone could point that out even my sister. She had no problem with pointing it out unlike I did. She had already knew I had striking feelings for Taehyung yet she ignored my feelings and contorted her own. Taehyung seemed to like the attention from her, bringing them together. Leaving me out.


I wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this, as did my parents but they only saw Taehyung as her friend and I as his girlfriend. It gets confusing at times definitely but none of the less it makes sense, no matter how against it I was. My parents would lose their shit if they found out there youngest daughter was dating a college kid, but would freak out much less if their eldest daughter was dating a college kid. To put it in simpler terms I was fake dating Taehyung while my sister was in reality.


“Ding dong”
I groaned at the noise and that simple fact of Taehyung. I hadn’t always been irritated by his presence not till he started dating my sister. Our friendship had been put down the drain, his focus forever on my sister when she was around at least.

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momiji-the-bunny  asked:

Can you do the reactions of the RFA + V to MC having a major panic attack? Sorry if it's of any bother, I've just been having a lot of panic attacks as of late and think this would help immensely. Thanks in advance!

(๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) Take care of yourself, dear! Panic attacks are hard. At my old job I used to struggle with them constantly, so I know how it is. Just be sure to breathe and do what is best for you, and don’t be afraid to ask for help!


Zen

- It was really uncomfortable being with him in public at times.

- Mostly it was dates, but occasionally when you went to go see his plays, his fans were a bit troublesome

- Some knew you, others didn’t, and even if they didn’t even interact with you much, you still felt yourself on high alert and struggling to enjoy his plays

- He was a great actor! But it was just so damn difficult sometimes.

- But you Refused to break down in public. So you barely managed to keep yourself together- Shaking, nails digging into your skin, nerves ready to scream if some one so much as looked at you funny

- It was easy to tell you didn’t feel that great, but you kept the ruse up enough that people didn’t question it.

- When he took you back to his apartment however, that’s when it all just crashed down

- Tears flooded your eyes and you shook violently, wanting to curse at yourself for not being able to at least make it into the bathroom before you broke

- Zen fucking Panicked. He was on you in a flash, carefully holding your arms and keeping you standing

- “Babe? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

- You couldn’t talk, you felt like your chest was on fire. Instead you just gripped his arms back as strongly as you could muster, but it was still a weak grip.

- He followed you onto the floor, gently pulling you too him as you struggled to breathe, tears soaking his shirt.

- “Shh, babe, I’m right here, I’m right here. Just…Let it out, cry for a bit, and then you can tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re not hurting right?”

- Your chest was screaming, but you shook your head no.

- It took a while for you to be able to talk right. When you could finally speak, your voice came out almost cracked

- “I’m, I’m sorry. Panic attack.”

- He just nodded, and rocked you back and forth a bit.

- He’d want you to eventually tell him what caused it, so he could help you more in the future, but right now he just wanted to calm you down.

Yoosung

- He looked up to you so much, putting this lovable but nearly impossible weight on your shoulders

- He loved you. He was trying his damn best not to compare you to Rika, but the weight still held you down.

- One night a guest rejected your email, and you felt ashamed. I mean, the stuff they asked should had been easy for you to answer! But you managed to fuck it all up, like normal.

- You debated on how to react. Your whole mind was screaming against you, telling you to throw your phone and scream, but your body was as still as stone.

- You saw Yoosung peer over at you, and then frown as you didn’t respond to his wave

- God, he was just going to berate you. Get that sad little smile as you search his eyes for the words he won’t push out

- “Almost like Rika, but not enough. Shame.”

- Tears prickled at your eyes, and Yoosung immediately was kneeling down to look you in the eyes, your body refusing to move from your position on his bed

- “Hey, mc? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

- You could only close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to face the fact that you weren’t good enough for someone again

- But those words never left his mouth

- Instead he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you

- He let your tears fall, just offering a few shhs as you tried to talk. But he never said anything negative. Nothing.

- He refused to compare you to her ever again. Especially if just the idea of him doing so set you like this

- Once you could move, once you could talk without it being a stuttering mess, he would calmly ask you what happened. Did someone get hurt? Were you hurt?

- When you showed him the email, he scoffed and just kissed your forehead

- “Mc, it’s fine. One guest reject won’t harm us. Even if just one person came, we would consider that an amazing outcome, okay?”

- You nodded, unsure of the validity of his words, but you decided to take what you could get

- He continued to baby you a bit that day, and even though you felt a bit embarrassed, it felt so comforting to know you were loved.

Jumin

- Every party you went to with him you managed to mess up.

- Stuttering constantly. Stepping on someone’s dress. Botching the pronunciation of a weird menu item.

- They never laughed outloud, or complained, but you could feel the white hot stares they bore into you, crawling up your spine, stabbing each of your ribs.

- You had your panic medication, but you refused to take that in front of any one. You needed to prove to yourself you could last just one dinner. Just one, god please just one

- And you were so far

- Until you spilled red wine all over the white tablecloth.

- The other woman let out a yelp, trying to stop her dress from being stained. She saved hers, while your dress took the brunt of it. The men didn’t offer much of a reaction, Jumin acting quickly and waving a waiter over before the wine could ruin too much,

- But you couldn’t breathe. Those familiar awful feelings were springing up on you, and. And did that man just make fun of you? But it was just- You just couldn’t-

- “I have to go to the restroom.” You sprang out of your seat and booked it.

- It wasn’t far off, but you dashed like someone was about to murder you. You slammed into the woman’s room, shakily shoving your purse on the counter as your hands searched for your meds

- Just two. Two would be enough. You had a few sips of wine, the wine would react to it, and your meds would speed up faster than they normally do.

- But suddenly someone else came in, and you were shaking so harshly your pill bottle was rattling.

- “Mc? Are you alright?”

- Jumin’s hands were on yours in an instant, stopping the pills from moving, holding your hands tight. You tried stumbling out a sentence. He couldn’t be in here, this was-

- “Shh. You were unwell. It’s fine, nothing bad will happen.”

- He takes the bottle from your hands and you want to scream as he reads the label. 

- But, he just pops out two of the pills for you, holds them to your mouth.

- You numbly open your lips, allowing him to place the pills in your mouth. If this was any other moment, you’d feel shame and slap his hand away, but you needed these so badly, and you couldn’t stop shaking

- His worried expression softened when you took them, rubbing them against the bottom of your tongue. After placing the cap back on the bottle, he shoved it in your purse before pulling you tight against him.

- “I know you feel bad about these accidents, but trust me, mc, I’ve seen much worse. No one is judging you. They’ve been in your shoes before.”

- God, you just wanted to melt against him, to just sob out your stress, but you couldn’t. Not right here, even as your eyes watered, not right here

- He kissed your forehead, calling Driver Kim to come pick the both of you up. You tried to stop him, but he shook his head curtly. This wasn’t going to be discussed.

- Once the two fo you went home, he pulled you into bed with him, tucking the covers around any free side of you and holding you tight. He knew you loved cuddling, and if it helped, he would cuddle you all night

Jaehee

- A loud crash shattered against the cafe, you instantly dropping the plastic platter to cover your face

- This was the fourth time this month you had ruined a few cups. This time you even managed a saucer.

- You didn’t want to remove your hands. You could hear snickering, you knew you could, and you could feel your eyes well up

- They couldn’t see you like this

- But you couldn’t move

- You numbly heard Jaehee’s voice for a bit, sounding over the ringing through your head, through your ears, and you blankly followed as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you away from the mess

- After walking for a bit, calm but firm hands pulled yours away from your face

- Jaehee’s soft and worried face came into view, and as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks she instantly brought a tissue to your face, dabbing carefully

- “I-I-I’m so sorryIjustcouldn’t-”

-” Shhhh, shh shh, mc. It’s alright. It’s okay. Those were very cheap cups, don’t worry.”

- “B-but-”

- “Shush.” It was firm, but quiet. She sat you down at the table in the back room were the two of you were, silently getting a cup of hot water and a tea bag.

- She sat in front of you, steeping the tea a bit, then adding honey before sliding it closer to you.

- “It’s hot, but drink it. It’ll calm you down.”

- You shakily reached for it, almost wanting to dump the whole thing on you because you felt as though you deserved it. but…That’d just be another mess for Jaehee.”

- She watched you drink it, placing her hand over your free one when you could hold the cup with just one hand. Her thumb rhythmically rubbed a circle on the back of your hand, and she even started humming a bit.

- Soon, the quiet but warm setting of the room calmed your thumping heart, and you were able to breathe normally.

- When you finished the tea, she sat up and cupped your face in both hands, kissing your lips.

- “I love you, mc.”

- “I love you too.”

Seven

- Admittedly, you were so scared the moment he mentioned all the people that could come after him.

- At first you dismissed it, then you tried too later when the ‘hacker’ ordeal was over, but it kicked into full swing one night when the security system went off one day.

- It was all fine, just the system freaking out over a toy that had started up at 4 am rather than at 4 pm. Nothing that he couldn’t fix

- But you were on the floor of the bedroom by the time he came back from checking on it- Choking on your sobs as you held your knees to your chest

- He instantly dropped to the floor, sliding over to you and grabbing your cheeks, trying to get you to look at him.

- “Hey, hey, Mc, oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

- “S-S-Someones after you-”

- “No, no honey, no they’re not, It was just a toy, I promise, I checked everything, It was just a toy.”

- “bb-bbut-”

- “No no, shhh, shh, oh god I’m so sorry.”

- He held you to him, rocking you back and forth as he repeatedly told you step by step of what had happened. Explaining all the little details he did to absolutely make sure no one was after him.

- After ten minutes like this, your death-like grip on his shirt loosened, and he pulled back a bit.

- You were breathing almost normally, tears dripping slower, and he just kissed them all away.

- It was difficult, but he managed to pull you up and get you back onto the bed, where he instantly wrapped the both of you up tightly in the big fluffy blanket he had.

- He spent the night muttering loving things to you until you could fall asleep, so happy to be able to calm you down that much.

V

- V was one of the calmest people you had met

- He was so sweet, so caring, so soft spoken

- But one day you accidentally knocked over a plant of his- Completely ruining it and it’s pot.

- The both of you bent down to clean the shards up, but with a hiss he accidentally had cut his hand

- At the sight of blood you lost it

- You managed to hurt him, just like Rika had

- You managed to cause him pain, something you never ever wanted to do in your life time

- He didn’t deserve it anymore, he didn’t

- It took you a while to focus back on reality. Honestly, just thirty seconds, but you felt trapped in your mind for much longer than that.

- With his free hand he cupped your cheek, pressing his thumb against your lips

- “Shh, you didn’t hurt me. It was an accident. When she did it, it wasn’t an accident.”

- Oh god you were talking outloud. Oh my god. You started shaking, but he hushed you again.

- “Mc, shh. Focus, focus. There’s a towel in the kitchen. Get that for me, please.”

- You scrambled to your legs, nearly knocking oer a kitchen chair as you grabbed the towel.

- The whole time he dabbed at his hand, you felt your head point and static ring in your ears- And you swore you could feel static rubbing against your brain.

- His lips were moving,and it was so damn hard for you to focus at first

- “Mc? Look, it’s a very small cut, not deep at all. It won’t even leave a scar, okay?”

- Once the blood was wiped off, it…It really did look small.

- You started breathing a bit easier, your breath hitching a bit, as he pushed the broken pieces of the pot aside and carefully led you to the couch

- He held you against him, peppering your forehead and head with kisses, repeating over and over how it was just an accident.

- It would take a while for you to calm down, but when you did, he gave you such a warm, sweet, small smile

- “Mc, you are the greatest person to ever grace me. I promise, you could never hurt me like that. I love you, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Saeran

- You woke up already in a panic, lingering memories running down your spine

- You already couldn’t breathe. You were trying to suck in enough air but it wasn’t helping

- With constantly shaking hands, you reached out to Saeran, who was laying on his back and deep asleep

- You shook him, one…Two…Three times. He didn’t wake up yet, and you were freaking out so bad you had already started crying

- You gave him a harsher shake, and he groaned and finally blinked a bit. Rubbing his eye he turned to look at you, then froze.

- “I-I I can’t think right I can’t stop shaaking-”

- Without any prompting, he instantly pulled you to him, burying your face in his chest as he just wrapped his arms around you.

- He held your head against him, just trying to make you feel safer and stop shaking. It took a while, but eventually your body stopped trembling so harshly

- “Mc, what happened?”

- “B-Bad dream. Bad bad dream.”

- He didn’t laugh, he didn’t make fun of you. He kissed your head and started rubbing your back, repeating “You’re okay” over and over, until his warmth and voice was all you could focus on.

- He didn’t stop until he knew you were asleep. He pulled away a bit, situating the two of you into a much comfortable position, before kissing your head and going back to sleep with you firmly in his arms.

The Thing. Steve Rogers.

Requests: 1)  Can you write a Steve Rogers smut where he is rough and dirty talks to the reader? If not I understand. Stay lovely 😙// 2) hey Lu, is it possible you could do a smut with Steve where he gets posssieve of the reader and shows her who’s in charge? thanks

Triggers: Smut. Rough sex.

Word Count: 2043

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Steve smiled at he watched you back-talk Tony Stark. You two were practically the same type of person; stubborn as hell. But lately, you two had been pulling pranks on one another. The most recent one had you two yelling at each other over who was the top prankster. He sighed as he watched your smaller form try to seem bigger.

“Fine, you really think you’re top dog–”

“Course I am! Look at me!” He snapped back at you.

You just smirked. “Let’s make a bet then.” This had Tony’s attention. “I win and you have to clean the tower for a week. No help. By yourself. That means, no bots, no Avengers, nothing. Just your ass working.”

“Dick,” He muttered before smirking. “Alright, fine. I win, you have to wear The Thing.” You paled at that, staring at him. “One week.”

“A day.”

“Twelve hours.”

“Five hours, and we have to find flats for it.” Tony tilted his head at that. You blushed and rubbed your arm. “The heels kill my ankles,” You confessed softly, blushing more.

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