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Your MC & Your Role As A Friend

everyone has “that friend.” which one are you? 

Aries MC // The Encourager. You have so much confidence and power in you, so you naturally find that getting what you want is just a matter of putting in the work. You will never let your friends fail and you are the person that they can go to in order to get hyped up, whether it’s before a job interview or the day of their wedding. You love to succeed and you feel like there is no better feeling than seeing them succeed with you.

Taurus MC // The Architect. For a Taurus MC, there is nothing more important than building on a solid foundation. You feel that it is your duty in whatever friendships you have to be the sort of glue that holds everything together, even if it gets exhausting at times. The truth is, you know that if you stopped, the whole building would collapse. You’re the recipient of late night phone calls that your friends keep finding themselves making, and you’ll never stop picking up.

Gemini MC // The Hookup. You constantly find yourself in this position of being used for something. Now, that’s not always a bad thing: in fact, you kind of enjoy having the upper hand in situations like this. People sort of depend on you to get them in to the coolest clubs or introduce them to that one guy that they couldn’t keep their eyes off of the entire night. You’re the social butterfly and the gift that keeps on giving. Your friends are incredibly grateful for all of the amazing things that you pull off for them.

Cancer MC // The Blanket. You cover your friends in warmth and love daily, they will never doubt how much you care for them. They look to you as a means of support and validation. The term “mom friend” is most certainly applicable here. You always come prepared: long car rides? You got this. A day at the fair? Water bottles for everyone! You treat your friends like your family, and because of this, you find it very difficult to let go when someone has wronged you. You want to heal the world and you want to heal your friends as well. 

Leo MC // The Influencer. A Leo MC’s ultimate goal in life is to be recognized for the work that they put in (and being recognized in general doesn’t hurt, either). As a friend, they are undeniably looked up to by the rest of the group. Others actually find it quite amazing how ambitious and generous Leo MC’s are. Their friends are their whole world, and they will pretty much drop everything when a friend is in need. They are pretty much what their friends refer to as “goals.”

Virgo MC // The Critic. While a Virgo MC’s worst critic is definitely themselves, they are also known as the analyst by those close to them. Your friends know that if they go to you for advice, they better expect to hear a no-bullshit, practical response. Now, despite what some may think, being critical isn’t always a bad thing. In fact, your friends rely on you to tidy up the messes that they make, whether they’re big or small. In reality, they know that you truly want to see them be the best versions of themselves and it all comes from a place of love.

Libra MC // The Mediator. An argument just broke out: call a Libra MC, quick! You don’t know how it happens, but you always end up being the one to break up fights and settle things amongst friends. You don’t understand why everyone can’t just act like adults and talk things out normally. In fact, you get really nervous when things escalate! However, you do actually enjoy having the title of the mediator; you appreciate the balance that you bring and so do your friends (even if they go back to arguing the next day!)

Scorpio MC // The Psychologist. Well, Kimmy just broke up with her boyfriend for the fifth time this week, and she’s coming to you for advice. Of course she is! As a Scorpio MC, you have a special gift. You find it very easy to step in to other’s shoes and feel what they are feeling. It’s not uncommon for you to know what people are thinking before the words even come out of their mouths. You almost creep yourself out sometimes with how much you know before you actually, well… know! Even so, your friends always look to you because you are a great observer and listener. 

Sagittarius MC // The Wanderer. You knew from a very young age that you were never meant to stay in one place; your friends know that as well! Because of this, you are constantly being called upon for 3 AM McDonalds adventures, 10 hour road trips, you name it. If there is travel involved, your friends want you there! You absorb knowledge like a sponge, and anywhere you go, your friends will surely follow. They love your care-free, adaptable nature and your ability to befriend others so easily.

Capricorn MC // The Skeptic. Truthfully, you have your shit together. And if you don’t right now, you’re planning to have it together by 4 PM next Monday. The point is, you always have a plan. You are cool, calm and collected in situations that others would normally fall apart in; for this reason, your friends look to you for reassurance. They know that you would never mislead them. You are a sort of big brother/big sister to your friends because you can smell bullshit from a mile away. You don’t take lightly to others messing with your loved ones.

Aquarius MC // The Teacher. Your friends have probably come to realize that you know a lot about a wide range of topics. So, it is only natural that they rely on you to educate them. Having trouble on school work? They come to you. Need to know where Kuwait is located on a map? An Aquarius MC has got you covered! You are unique beyond words and your level of dedication to learning is unmatched. Luckily, you know that your gift attracts some with ill intentions who will try to take advantage of your wealth of knowledge. Keep your real friends close, because you know the difference.

Pisces MC // The Psychic. It probably comes as no surprise to anyone that a Pisces MC’s true power lies in their ability to sense energies on all kinds of different platforms. Many have reported being able to communicate with those who have passed on as well. In their group of friends, this is who they are known as. The person that is extremely sensitive to vibrations. The spiritual essence of life is always within a Pisces MC, whether they know it or not. Their friends feel calm around them, because they know how to soothe so well.

 -Admin L

ARIES, your laugh sounds like wedding bells and you smell like lavender. don’t lose this fervor.

TAURUS, adorn your horns with flowers and understand it doesn’t make you any less strong. it’s okay if heartache splits you wide open.

GEMINI, there’s a dragonfly on your shoulder who wants to love you. let them in.

CANCER,  love tastes like poison and most days you swallow stars to stay alive. truth is everything ends and you’re not alone because she is calling your name, if you listen closely.

LEO, take the golden ink dripping from your skin and paint the trees. leave a personal mark wherever you go.

VIRGO, you are a song i want to sing driving down the highway. learn to love yourself loudly and without fear, be proud of this.

LIBRA, find yourself in the unlikeliest of places and try to remain calm. it can only get better from here.

SCORPIO, your reflection will never be as bright as the supernova in your chest and it hurts to realize this. i still love you in the morning and i promise others do too.

SAGITTARIUS, your lungs want you to breathe so you have to let them. it gets easier with time.

CAPRICORN, you want to light your matchstick heart and set fire to the gasoline in your veins. love can keep you warm but desire will easily suffocate if you don’t know when to let go.

AQUARIUS, freedom is right around the corner, but so is sacrifice. brace yourself for the impact and believe. 

PISCES, write until your fingers bleed and then turn that steady stream into more poetry. worship at a neon church, you are creating something beautiful in everything you touch.

Achievement Hunter as kids from my Philosophy class

Geoff: EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP, I can’t focus on being depressed with all of you shouting at the same time

Jack: okay everybody, we’re building a fucking fort out of our chairs. Adam, get the scotch tape!

Jeremy: OKAY Y’ALL LISTEN TO MY RAP ABOUT EDGAR ALLAN POE…oh fuck wait I forgot the beat :(

Michael: Someone dare me to eat this whole Bundt cake!! I’ll FUCKING DO IT!!!

Gavin: do you think Ghandi studies about us in heaven?

Lindsay: “Miss Collinway, you better be doing your essay and not looking up some damn video of a Siamese cat” but mISTER ANDrews, did you know that technically they’re called THAI CAT!??!

Ryan: look here’s a picture of that caterpillar I found underneath my bed. i placed it in a box in my room. I named it Bob. I love Bob. ANDY SHUT UP, Bob is better tHAN YOU!

Trevor: shhhh shut the fuck up, I’m trying to throw peeps into Donny’s backpack without him noticing. wHY you ask? BECAUSE I CAN!

Matt: so I built a mini replica of the Addams Family’s house with a bunch of leftover superglue. does it look okay? should i add more windows???

one. Every morning leaves me with a mouthful of sorrow. I tell myself that’s because missing you is like an ache but that’s not all true: I miss you, I do, but more than that I miss myself when I was with you, I miss the girl lost in the wildflowers with her eyes open. Eventually the mornings fade into afternoons spent on the couch sifting through maps and ticket stubs and photos littered across the coffee table, a shrine to all the places we’ve been and never will again, but the weight on my tongue never lifts.

two. Sometimes I spend hours listening to your favorite songs to drown out the sound of the girl in the wildflowers calling my name, I think about how you were always full of dreams and ideas and ink-smudged maps with roads that led on and on until the end of forever, you were always so much, you were always more, and I think I was more when I was with you, too.

three. One year ago I buried two fallen angels beneath the wildflowers in the meadow behind our neighborhood, two children with fragile, brittle bones and decaying wings, the evening light paling our haloes and washing the youth right out of our skin. I was too busy crying to realize one of them was still alive, still worth saving.

four. Today I’m going to dig up the girl in the wildflowers and kiss her dirt-streaked cheeks and hold her hand until it becomes warm again. (I won’t look at your body, but the thought of it will be a ghost in my head anyway, like it always is.) She and I will go traveling to all the places marked on our map that you and I wanted to—I think you would have liked that. We’ll hold hands and run into the horizon until, just for a moment, the light breaks around our edges and we blur into one person again, and it will feel just like coming home.

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Robb is the emotional focal point of Theon’s betrayal, not Ned.

Yes, Theon had affection for Ned and looked up to him. Yes, the Starks didn’t treat Theon cruelly, but they treated him as well as highborn hostages are supposed to be treated in Westeros. If Balon Greyjoy had rebelled again while Ned was alive, Ned would’ve had to execute Theon, and because of that he made sure to distance himself from Theon, never acting as a true, warm father to him. 

Robb was the one who treated Theon like an actual brother and named him so in 1x10. Robb treated Theon with more respect than he had to, sitting him on his war councils, listening to his personal advice, and even telling him in 2x01 “you don’t have to call me Your Grace when no one’s around.” Their relationship extended beyond what was required of their respective positions, unlike Theon’s relationships to the other Starks. Robb trusted Theon enough to send him to Pyke as an emissary, unfortunately placing him in an impossible situation he wasn’t equipped to handle. 

As their prisoner, Theon owed no allegiance to the Starks or to his would-be-executioner Ned. However, he owed personal allegiance to Robb, to whom he swore his sword in the season 1 finale. Robb was the only Stark he truly betrayed by siding with his family. 

Theon’s allegiance to Robb should be particularly poignant to Jon, as Robb, Jon, and Theon were a dysfunctional trio as youths, the latter two boys both adoring the former and exhibiting animosity toward and jealousy of one another. Yet, in both of Jon and Theon’s scenes, Robb doesn’t come up, despite the fact that he was their mutual best friend and the person whom Theon directly betrayed. Is Robb supposed to be the elephant in the room in these scenes, the thing that’s just too hard to talk about? Why is it that Ned Stark suddenly becomes the father that Theon never had, when in reality he was the man who robbed Theon of a father and a family. Yes, Balon was horrible to Theon when he returned home, but how could Jon know that? 

Game of Thrones hit it on the nose in Theon and Sansa’s joint scenes in seasons 5 and 6, with Theon expressing great remorse over his betrayal of Robb. We saw him become profoundly impacted by the news of Robb’s death, yet Game of Thrones didn’t focus on his reaction to Ned’s, except for a brief and actually quite confusing scene in 3x04. He was probably upset, conflicted, and frankly, a little relieved. Why, all of the sudden, is it “Ned’s memory” who Theon betrayed? Yes, Ned’s legacy affects every member of the Robb-Jon-Theon trinity, and that in itself is super cool, but Robb was so much more to Theon than Ned ever was, and I feel that Game of Thrones appears to have lost sight of that even after establishing it so well. 

Drop Me A Line - Asks as Beatles’ Singles

Love Me Do - top 5 favorite love songs?
From Me To You  - do you write letters?
Thank You Girl - person in your life you’re most thankful for?
She Loves You - favorite band?
I’ll Get You - favorite solo artist?
I Want To Hold Your Hand - right handed or left handed?
This Boy - favorite instrument?
Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand (I Want To Hold Your Hand) - how many languages do you speak?
Sie Liebt Dich (She Loves You)  - favorite place you’ve been?
Long Tall Sally - Height?
I Call Your Name  - last person you called?
Slow Down - favorite song to drive to?
Matchbox - do you smoke?
I Feel Fine - song i like to listen to when I’m happy?
She’s a Woman - top 5 favorite female singers?
Bad Boy - top 5 favorite male singers?
Yes It Is - best concert you’ve been to?
I’m Down - song i like to listen to when I’m sad?
We Can Work It Out - whats more important to you, peace or standing up for what you think is right?
Paperback Writer - favorite book?
Rain - favorite weather?
Lady Madonna - are you religious?
The Inner Light - sunrise or sunset?
Hey Jude - artist you most want to meet/hang out with?
Revolution - what song/album would you put on repeat right now?
Get Back - old fad you wish would come back?
Don’t Let Me Down - song that reminds you of a friend?
The Ballad Of John And Yoko - favorite lyric?
Old Brown Shoe - favorite outfit?
Across The Universe - where do you want to travel to?
Let It Be  - last song you listened to so much that someone eventually made you turn it off?
You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) - what would you name a son/daughter?

anonymous asked:

Hi! It's my birthday today (yeah I have the same birthday as Park Jimin aint it cool), so I wanted to request something with Jimin. Maybe an assassin au? Or a random fantasy au, like a dragonshifter au, where a person can switch between dragon and human form? Idk it doesnt have to come out today, I just wanted to treat myself to a request today cause I dont normally do this. Thanks so much!

happy birthday kiddo!!! here’s dragon!jimin ~

  • your entire village knows about jimin
  • they know that he’s locked up within the cave at the upper east side of the mountain that casts a long, dark shadow over your village
  • and they all whisper,,,,,what a hideous boy he must be,,,,,,part dragon
  • and because your village knows jimin, they know you
  • the keeper of the dragon, the poor child that has to go up there and feed the ‘monster’ that has brought so much terror to the hearts of villagers
  • and you know - that all of this hatred for jimin is baseless bullshit
  • yes, he’s a dragon - but his form is mostly human and his personality is docile and shy
  • lore had lead people to believe he was malicious, ten feet tall, and grew horns on his spine,,,,,,but he was nothing like that
  • it took you three weeks,,,,,three entire weeks,,,,,to get him to show himself to you when you finally decided that fine, if no one else was going to take care of a poor boy banished to live in a cave, then you were going to be the one to do it
  • at first, you were a bit frightened too, but you trudged up there with clenched teeth and a bag of food to offer whatever was waiting in that cave
  • upon entering it, the dark and musky place echoed your footsteps. you didn’t hear anything else, but yourself - the dragon must be hiding
  • you were sure it was a little bizarre, but you started calling out. you introduced yourself, waited for an answer, and then went on to repeat what you said
  • finally, after three weeks of telling aimless stories of the village and waiting for replies you got one
  • in a hushed, gentle voice you heard a simple greeting. the dragon had said your name. he had been listening
  • “you remembered! im thankful. here, i brought more food. ill leave it at the entrance unless,,,,,,,,you want to come and get it?”
  • for a moment it was silent and maybe,,,,you thought,,,you were asking for too much
  • but then  -  footsteps, human footsteps
  • and the “dragon” emerged
  • blonde hair littered with tangles and overgrown bangs, eyes ringed with red from insomnia, and pale almost sickly looking skin - which you imagined came from his living conditions
  • looking up at you, his eyes were a brilliantly deep brown, that you were sure at one point glowed in the sunlight
  • but now, he looked weak and tired. this was the evil dragon everyone else seemed to fear
  • but in reality he was a thin, starving boy
  • you realized too, that the bags of meat you had been bringing were not going to benefit him at all. you made a mental note to bring fruits and vegetables next time, maybe something sweet
  • “may i?” 
  • he asked, quietly. eyes looking at the bag in your hands desperately.
  • “here, but also -”
  • you pulled the bottle of water which you brought up the mountain with you and handed it to jimin
  • he stared at it, but with shaky hands and a bow of his head accepted it
  • watching him eat, bare hands and crouched down like a frightened animal, made your heart ache
  • was jimin even a dragon? he just looked like a poor orphan, someone in need of a warm home and good meal
  • he seemed aware of your looks and slowed down, closing the bag and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand “t-thank you”
  • you wanted to say something, but just as he appeared from the dark, he disappeared back inside
  • after that, you visited jimin even more often. you brought better food, hauled blankets up the mountain for him, at one point you even attempted to gift him a comb to tame his hair
  • but he had looked at it, tried to bite it, and said he didn’t know what to do
  • you had giggled, telling him that if he wanted - you could help
  • he looked like a chlld, with wide eyes, watching carefully as you ran the comb through his long bangs
  • not to hurt him, you tried to get through the knots with small, precise movements
  • at some point, jimin had closed his eyes. entrusting himself to you completely
  • your relationship with him only got better, you’d never even seen his dragon form, just the human boy who awaited your arrival everyday with eagerness
  • a friend of yours had made a joke that the dragon was becoming your boyfriend - you spent hours up there with him
  • but you blushed,,,,,jimin?,,,,,,boyfriend?,,,,,
  • well there was no opposing it, after getting his hair unmatted and the sparkle returning to his eyes, jimin was handsome
  • and, most of the time he had his chest exposed. some kind of healed scars ran down his back, but other than that he was lean. getting more toned with the better diet
  • you tried to shake the thought, but when you saw him the next time,,,,,,, smiling, innocent eyes and soft voice,,,,,,,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,,he was kinda like totally your type
  • you were humming happily up your climb to see jimin one sunny afternoon, usually you had hated the hike but now it made you happy
  • you didn’t notice the other villager following you up, your lovestruck neighbor since you were kids who had taken unkindly to your job as ‘keeper of the dragon’
  • once you got to the entrance of the cave, you set down the bag with you and opened your mouth to call out jimin’s name
  • that is until,,,,,,a hand clasped around your mouth and you let out a muffled sound of surprise 
  • turning you around, the neighbor told you not to scream it was only him
  • letting go you caught your breath and asked “what are you doing here?”
  • he snorted, eyes averting to the mouth of the cave “i wanna see that demonic thing you’ve been taking care of. running up here like you’re married to it.”
  • you winced at the disgust in his tone, who was he to talk - he knew nothing about jimin
  • but without even letting you retort, he took a hold of your waist and smiled with wicked intent; “how about this? i kill that thing and you come down to the village and start taking care of me. a human, not whatever creature-”
  • your hand came up on its own, slapping across his face with a sound that scared some of the birds in the surrounding trees
  • “you better not lay a hand on him. if you even dare -”
  • “you’ll what? what will you do, you’re weak and no one in the village understands your obsession with a dragon. you’re crazy, the villagers won’t even notice you if you’re gone -”
  • and with that he pulled the dagger he’d brought with him, holding it dangerously close to the skin of your throat
  • closing your eyes, you tried to wrench his hand off of you, but even if something happened in the back of your head you prayed he wouldn’t find jimin
  • you didn’t have to worry though, because with a roar that rumbled like thunder and a body three times the size of any person
  • the dragon finally showed it’s true form
  • emerging from the cave was jimin, but he had transformed into a large, brightly scaled dragon, with a tail ten feet long and a wingspan as wide as the mountain
  • his eyes locked on those of your neighbor, who began to shake - dropping the dagger in his hand
  • in a deep, unrecognizable voice jimin hissed out “let them go”
  • your neighbor obeyed, letting his grip loosen as you pushed out of it and backed yourself into the shadow of the cave
  • jimin flee above the opening, diving down to unleash another sound that made the world feel like it was shaking
  • your neighbor needed no more convincing, he was running and tumbling his way through the brush to get away from the dragon
  • and you watched, protected by jimin who landed himself in front of you and blew wind from his nose that practically barreled your neighbor right to the bottom
  • after he was gone, jimin turned his head to look at you
  • his eyes were a shimmering yellow, long teeth visible through his partially open mouth. his scales were a mix of burnt orange and gold, beautiful
  • you took a step closer to him, hand out to touch the scales of his skin
  • he didn’t flinch, but let you comfortably take in this side of him. the side your village had learned to hate.
  • once you were close enough, jimin muttered something in a language you were sure died out years ago and in an instant his form was shrunken, the wings disappearing and left in the small mist was jimin, human jimin
  • his teeth were still barred in anger, the fangs retracting slowly into his mouth
  • a line of scales still visible on his cheekbones and the yellow of his eyes just made him all the more handsome
  • and before you could stop yourself, you ran into his arms, pulling him close
  • jimin was shocked, slightly weak from suddenly transforming, but after a moment he lifted his hands to embrace you back tightly
  • you buried your head in his neck and thanked him for saving you
  • you could feel him slightly relax when he realized you weren’t afraid of his dragon form, you didn’t think he was horrid, you were actually nothing but happy to be in his arms in that moment
  • “nothing will hurt you ever again, i will forever be by your side.”
  • his voice was still gentle as he spoke, but the sense of urgency was real. 
  • you weren’t the dragons keeper anymore, you were jimin’s most beloved treasure and he was going to protect you till the end of time - he vowed it 
Mistaken Love. [Jin] pt.2 end

[pt.1] [pt.2end]

I turned up at his apartment and knocked, letting out a big breath of air as he opened the door to greet me. His usual handsome face seemed dull, the glimmer in his eyes disappeared. He looked sad, to the point where it’s pitiful. I didn’t like seeing him this way, not because I’m jealous of the fact that he’s dwelling on that woman, but because his regular go lucky character was hidden.

He guided me through his apartment towards his room. We took a seat on the edge of his bed and he finally spoke.

“Thanks for coming.” His voice was different, I couldn’t explain what the difference in his voice was but it felt empty, as if it lacked any sort of emotion.

“So? Aren’t going to tell me what’s going on?”

“We were going to have sex, Y/N.” My eyes snapped towards his direction as I stood up.

“If this is your fancy way of rubbing it in my face and to crush my heart even more then I’m leaving.” I was ready to walk away, but he didn’t let me. He took my hand in his and stayed that way. I didn’t move an inch. I couldn’t.

“Listen to me first okay?” He tugged on my hand and I sat back down beside him. A little too close for comfort, actually. It never used to feel this way, but now; everything feels different.

He continued with his story. “The other night, things got heated in the moment and I wanted her - just as much as she wanted me. We were kissing, but when I pulled away and placed my head on hers and wanted to call out to her, it was your name that left my lips.” Although hearing that made my heart pound like crazy, I didn’t say anything; instead I waited for him to carry on.

“I thought that maybe because of what happened between the two of us a few days back, I was dwelling on it a lot, and because I kept thinking about you - I accidentally said your name instead. But when she broke it off with me, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, it didn’t hurt me that we’re no longer together.”

“Then why is it, that you look like this Seokjin?” His words were unbelievable when all I could see was sadness upon his once glowing face.

“Well thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better.” I shot a glare at him, showing him that I’m clearly not here for the jokes. His smile faltered as he took a deep breath, readying himself to spill the truth.

“Because after what Soojeong said, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and the messages you sent even more so than before.” He looked guilty, it was a look he wore often when he did something you didn’t like. Like when he ate the last ice cream that was meant to be for you, or when he ties your shoelaces together when you don’t notice. But even this time, the guilt that he displayed on his face felt somewhat, different. As if this time, the guilt he had was real, as if this time the guilt he felt was serious and I didn’t like the look of it.

“What did she say?” I struggled to ask, not knowing if I really wanted to know the answer he was about to give.

“That she should have trusted her instincts not to ask me out when she knew that there was something going on between the two of us.”

“But there was never anything going on between the two of us. It was unrequited.” I felt bad, because of a slip of the tongue, his relationship didn’t last.

“I said that to her. But she only told me otherwise. That yes, it’s true nothing ever officially happened between the two of us. But she told me that she saw the way I always looked at you, and the way you’d look at me.”

“I’m sure both of those looks were very different.” I confirmed, but he only shook his head to disagree.

“Soojeong told me that a female instinct is never wrong. She said that she didn’t want to be a rebound because I couldn’t secure a place in getting your heart.”

“Jin, what are even trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is, she was right. I never noticed it, whether that was intentional or because I was stupid. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that the love I had for you all along wasn’t just a mere friendship kind of love. It was so much more than that. That night, when you told me you had feelings for me but then you told me to leave you alone it felt like I lost everything. Everything that was ever important to me. But of course, I thought nothing more of it other than because you’re my best friend - of course I’d be upset. But when Soojeong told me that my feelings for you were always obvious, I realised that she wasn’t wrong. I’ve loved you all this time and just didn’t know it. The love you have for me isn’t unrequited, and I’ve always said those things unconsciously like how I wanted to grow old with you, or that I love you and I miss you, but even though I didn’t think much about it as I said it, all those words came from my heart and I meant it, you didn’t mistake any of my actions or my words for something untrue. I guess my mouth spoke only of the truth in my heart but my mind just never acknowledged the feelings behind it.” At this moment, he took my hands in his, and he looked at me as my eyes teared up.

“I’m sorry I hurt you Y/N, you have to know that it was never my intention to do so, and quite frankly it never will be and I’m sorry it took me so long to realise that I love you. So if it’s not too much to ask, can’t we be more than just best friends?” His eyes were filled with hope as I was still trying to process everything that was running through my mind.

“But what about Soojeong? You can’t just jump from one girl to another Jin, that’s not right.”

“I know it’s not, but Soojeong was the one who told me that it’s time for me to come to my senses and chase after you, before I really do end up losing you.”

“She said that?” He nods in response and I couldn’t help but smile.

“She told me to stop wasting anymore time and to stop making you run after me and she had to add ‘be a man Seokjin you know you want her’.” He mimicked her voice and laughed. The glimmer in his eyes were returning, and the way he smiled so brightly - I could have sworn I needed sunglasses.

“Well? What do you say?”

“I say, let’s not waste anymore time because we’ve already done that enough.” He pulled me into an embrace, one that I’ve been longing for.

“I’ll definitely prove to you that it’s not a mistaken love.”

Signs Role As A Friend

everyone has “that friend.” which one are you?

Aries MC // The Encourager. You have so much confidence and power in you, so you naturally find that getting what you want is just a matter of putting in the work. You will never let your friends fail and you are the person that they can go to in order to get hyped up, whether it’s before a job interview or the day of their wedding. You love to succeed and you feel like there is no better feeling than seeing them succeed with you.

Taurus MC // The Architect. For a Taurus MC, there is nothing more important than building on a solid foundation. You feel that it is your duty in whatever friendships you have to be the sort of glue that holds everything together, even if it gets exhausting at times. The truth is, you know that if you stopped, the whole building would collapse. You’re the recipient of late night phone calls that your friends keep finding themselves making, and you’ll never stop picking up.

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 5

As promised here’s the next part. Sorry it took long and I hope you guys enjoy reading it. <3

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 - Here  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16 Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

It took the rest of weekend to get over what you had witnessed at the party and you came to the conclusion that you were being over dramatic. Sure, Hye Mi was someone you held a deep dislike towards but Jungkook was still a ‘player’ and who he ‘played with’ was none of your concern, even if it turned out to be her.

Upon entering school on Monday, you were surprised to see them both sitting in their separate seats, Hye Mi seemingly trying to hide from someone. When you had sat yourself down, Jungkook took that as his cue to greet you.

“Hey, my cute Y/N. How are you?” Head snapping up, you were met with Jungkook’s signature bunny like grin.

You were suspicious, who wouldn’t be? The sudden compliment had caught you off guard and you weren’t sure how to respond properly.  

“I’m good…” Jungkook either didn’t take notice of your cautious response or ignored it because he began to make small talk with you. You occasionally nodded to give the impression of listening but the only thing you could think of was his strange behaviour. It seemed like he was too drunk on Saturday to remember what had happened and you silently thanked god. You didn’t want to have to deal with the awkward tension of an argument so early on a Monday morning.

When the time for class to start had come, he stood from his crouching position in front of you and pinched your cheek.

“See you later, sweet cheeks.” He then winked at you and left.

Was he using his 'player charm’ on you? He never treated you like that so his unusual behaviour had left you confused for the whole morning.


When lunch had arrived, both you and Areum had made you way to your seats at the boys table. Jungkook immediately flashed you another wink, much like the one from the morning.

“Hey, doll.” The various nicknames he had given you throughout the day were starting to annoy you and you weren’t sure how long it would be until you flipped. Areum sent you a surprised look and you replied with a shrug. She seemed to get the general message as she returned her attention to her lunch. You too wanted to know why he was behaving like this but  instead decided to keep your mouth shut.

Surely, it would be over by the end of the day.



It was when you were exiting the school with Areum where you had had enough.

“Bye, babe. See you tomorrow.” Freezing in place, you turned your body painfully slow until you were directly facing him. “What did you just call me?”

“Babe. What’s wrong?” You felt something within you snap and you marched towards him, grabbing his collar.

“Listen Jungkook! I’m not one of your playthings or side chicks. I’m your friend. Stop calling me these bullshit sickeningly sweet names because I swear to god I will punch you in the face.” His smile had dropped and he placed a hand on yours, prying your fingers off of him.

“Well what the fuck do you want then?! You weren’t happy at the party because I wasn’t thinking about your feelings and now that I’m making some kind of fucking effort, you decide to freak the fuck out! Make up your mind, Y/N!” Taking several steps back, you stared at him with a glare on your face.

“I just want you to treat me like a friend. I don’t need you drowning me in compliments every two seconds. Heck, you can call me loser for all I care. Just don’t treat me like those girls you throw away to the side every week. I’m not that desperate for attention.” Feeling like you were being too much of a bitch, you gave him a strained smile and made your way back to a shocked Areum.

“See you tomorrow, Jungkook!” Grabbing Areums arm, you walked ahead and left him standing there.

If only you could see the impressed smirk that spread on his lips.

“She must be bipolar or something…”


It seemed like your words had successfully gotten through to Jungkook without causing any unwanted anger since the next day, his greeting lacked the embarrassingly sweet pet names.

“So, what was that about yesterday anyway? And don’t lie to me, Jungkook.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and then lent his chin on the backrest of the seat in front of you.

“You seemed like you were upset with me and I just wanted to make you feel happy, I guess.” Raising an eyebrow, you tilted your head and stared at him. “You guess?”

He pushed his lips out and glanced to the side, avoiding your question.

“If you call me by those crappy nicknames again, I’ll leave you for Taehyung.” Eyes widening, he snapped his attention back to you.

“No way! He can’t replace me, nothing can replace me! Those 7 years aren’t going to be ruined by Tae.” Jungkook proceeded to grab your cheeks, and pinch them causing you to flinch and grab his hair. Playfully tugging at it, you sent him a threatening glare and he slowly released his grip on you.

“I’m serious. You’re not leaving me.” You weren’t sure why but your cheeks heated at his sentence and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You say that like we’re dating or something…” Instead of replying, he shot you his bunny-like grin and tapped his wristwatch with two fingers.

“Wha-” Before you could ask him what he meant, he jumped out of his seat and strolled back to his desk.

You definitely were not dense. That action was his way of saying 'soon’ without having to actually speak.  

He didn’t think your friendship could become more, did he?

Deciding that it was best to ignore what had just happened, you retrieved your notebook from your bag, preparing for your first lesson.


Lunch soon arrived and you made your way to the lunch line alone. The line had been moving unusually fast today and you were already eyeing the special dish of the day, when a tap on your shoulder broke you out of your trance. Upon turning around you were met with the familiar face of Jung-Hoon, a boy you shared a couple of classes with. He was relatively popular and most claimed he was the typical good-boy, although how he really acted was a mystery to almost everyone.

“Hey Y/N. How are you?” You supposed it was rude to continue staring at him with your eyebrows furrowed, so you offered him a friendly smile.

“Hi… I’m good, what about you?” He obviously didn’t sense your confusion as he continued to smile brightly at you, seemingly satisfied with your reply.

“I’m great, thanks for asking. Actually, I originally wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out at some point this week? You know catch up a bit?” What was there to catch up on? Sure, you had been partners a couple of times for school projects but other than that you were never close enough to be considered friends. You, being someone who could never say no in the face of kindness, agreed to his idea.

“Cool! So, I’ll see you at the bubble tea place around the corner on Saturday at 2?” Slowly nodding your head, he placed his hand on your shoulder and presented you with one last smile before jogging off.

What just happened?

A couple of minutes later, you were heading towards your usual table with the boys and Areum when you spotted Jungkook’s perplexed face staring right at you. Sitting down on your seat, he immediately bombarded you with questions.

“Was that Jung-Hoon? He was speaking to you right? What did that bastard want?” Taking a spoon of egg fried rice and stuffing it into your mouth, you slowly chewed whilst allowing Jungkook to finish asking his questions.

“Yes that was Jung-Hoon, yes he was speaking to me and Bastard? He’s a nice guy.” A scoff escaped Jungkook’s lips and he scowled at your last sentence. “Nice guy my ass, that guy is the devil in disguise.”

“Really? He invited me out on Saturday…” Jungkook’s head snapped up so fast, you were sure it was going to fly right off his neck.

“What! You said no right?” When you shook your head he almost choked on his food. “Jungkook… are you jealous?” Surprisingly, he didn’t react to your question and instead looked at you with a seriousness you didn’t know he possessed.

“Yeah, I’m jealous so don’t hang around with that piece of shit.” Letting out a heavy sigh, you began playing with your rice. “It’s too late Jungkook. You know me, I can’t say no when people are being nice.”

“Fucks sake!” He smashed his hand down on the table, effectively bringing the surrounding tables attention on you for a split second before they realised it was just Jungkook getting angry. Knowing about Jungkook’s bad temper, you hadn’t even flinched at his action. You took a sip out of your water bottle, holding his furious glare with a look of indifference. Huffing in annoyance, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration, calming himself down.

“If that shit hurts you, physically or mentally, i’ll fucking kill him.” Nodding, you beamed at him, happy that you had come to a somewhat normal conclusion.

“Thanks Kookie!” When the nickname left your lips, he looked away whilst rubbing the back of his neck.


“Someone please explain to me why Jungkook has decided to stop being a little bitch after he’s woken me up.” Needless to say, Yoongi complained about how inconsiderate people are for the rest of the lunch break.


The days came and went until Friday arrived and once again Areum was absent from school due to sudden vomiting. You had felt increasingly uncomfortable at the smiles Jung-Hoon had been sending you from across the classroom but decided against telling Jungkook because, let’s be honest, he would lose his shit over it.

You were continuously questioned by Jungkook at lunch, over whether you still wanted to meet up with Jung-Hoon, to which you replied 'yes’ each time. He looked like he wanted to argue more but left it at that when the bell to signal the end of lunch had rang.

When you had reached the end of the school day, Jungkook insisted on walking you home, claiming he wanted to visit your family.

“Why?” Your one word question had grabbed his complete attention and he simply smirked.

“I’m sure your mother misses seeing her child’s 'soulmate’.” Blushing, you began walking ahead in a poor attempt to leave him behind.

“That was like 9 years ago. We’re not 'soulmates’ anymore.” His smirk widened and he peered down at your red face.

“Actually, we’re soulmates until I say we’re not.” Rolling your eyes, you stopped in front of your house, pulling your keys out. When you opened the door, you were immediately greeted with your 15 year-old sister bounding down the stairs and enveloping you in a hug.

“Wow, this is a first. S/N giving me a hug?” She giggled and turned her attention to Jungkook, a look of realisation settling on her face.

“Jungkook!? We haven’t seen you in ages!” He grinned and ruffled your sisters hair, making her smile back.

“I’m impressed you remember me, you were 6 the last time I saw you.”  Your mother emerged from the kitchen, an excited grin planted on her face and you groaned.

“Ah! Jungkook, is that you? You’ve grown up so well!” She proceeded to embrace him as if he was her long lost child and he returned it with as much happiness as her.

“It’s nice to see you, M/N. How are you?” Whilst they broke into a small conversation, you took that as your opportunity to escape to your room. Around ten minutes later, Jungkook followed, throwing himself on your bed.

“Damn, I’ve missed coming here.”

“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re not kids anymore, I’m a grown girl and you’re a grown boy. This isn’t normal for people our age.”

“Yeah, but we’re soulmates remember?” There it was, that word again. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you gaped at his boldness.

“Shut up!” Picking up a pillow, you brought it down on his face with as much force as possible and he only snickered into it.

“You’ll come around eventually.” Deciding to ignore his last comment, you grabbed your books and sat at your desk. Studying was the best way to get him off your back. Or so you thought.

Feeling him place his chin on your shoulder, his natural scent filled your nose and caused the rest of your face to turn red, butterflies settling in your stomach.

“Help me study.” There was no room for arguing and you allowed him to place his own books on your desk and sit beside you.

You ended up tutoring him on topics he struggled with until the sky turned dark and it was time for him to leave. When he had left and you were closing your books, you discovered a note wedged between the pages of your notebook.

'Call me if something happens tomorrow. I won’t forgive that bastard for upsetting my soulmate.’

Why did this note make a delicate smile spread on your lips and make your heart flutter?

You told yourself it was his concern and nothing more.

“Before I tell you anything else, I need you to know that I’m okay,” you said quickly when dean answered the phone. 

“Y/N what’s going on?” Dean asked gruffly. You could easily picture the scowl, the clench of his jaw, that worried look on his face. And it was only going to get worse.

“I’m in the hospital,” you said, wincing.

What?!” Dean exclaimed angrily, making you drop your face into your hands. Oh, this was going to be so very terrible… “What happened?” he growled, but before you could even open your mouth to respond, he changed his mind. “Never mind. Just tell me where you are, I’ll be right there.”

You heard him long before you saw him. He was practically shouting down the hall looking for you, stomping along in those heavy boots of his. Finally someone must have told him where you were, because then the door was slamming open, and a whole lot of panicked Dean came barreling through.

“Are you okay?” He demanded, grabbing your face in his hands. His eyes were darting around, checking you for injuries. That was when he saw your knee. “What. Happened.”

I fell Dean. I’m fine.”

“That doesn’t look fine.”

“I sprained it, okay? That’s all,” you reassured him, patting his arm. Thankfully he was interrupted as the doctor came in. 

“Mrs. Winchester,” he began, glancing up from your chart, “oh, you must be her husband.” Dean shot you a glance, but he nodded instead of blowing your story. It had been the only way they would let him in to see you. “It looks like a pretty good sprain, but nothing too serious. I’d recommend advil and some ice, but otherwise just rest and try to keep your weight off it for a few days. If you’re not better in a couple weeks, we can explore other options, maybe do an MRI. Other than that, you’re free to leave.” The doctor shook each of your hands, and then he was gone again. 

“Stay here and rest, I’ll go get the paperwork squared away,” Dean grumbled, still sounding angry despite the less-than-serious diagnosis. 

“Bullshit…” you muttered as he left, reaching over for the crutches leaning against the wall. You hopped off the bed, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. They were sore, but nothing felt too bad, so you snatched up the crutches and limped out into the hall. Dean turned at the sound from where he stood at the nurses’ station and gave you a look so terrible you stopped in your tracks and briefly reconsidered your priorities. But then you clenched your jaw and continued hobbling over to him.

“What are you doing? Go sit down.”

“No. We’re leaving, come on.”

“You’re insane, you know that? You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Screw you,” you retorted angrily, turning to go past him. But Dean reached out and snagged the back of your jacket, holding you in place as he signed the paperwork - with a fake name, so what the hell was the point? - and listened carefully to the nurse’s instructions. 

“Hey,” Dean scolded when you tried to rip out of his grip, “seriously, will you calm down for two minutes?”

“I’ve been here for three hours,” you hissed, “I called you for a ride, so get me the hell out of here already!” Dean narrowed his eyes at you, but you just glared right back at him. When a muscle in his jaw twitched, you realized he was really mad. Well, shit.

“Fine. Let’s go,” he said tightly, gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall. It was slow going with the crutches, but soon enough the two of you were out in the parking lot and Dean opened the passenger door of the impala for you. 

“I don’t need help,” you snapped when he went to grab your arm and help you into the car. Dean growled something under his breath, crossing his arms and watching you struggle until one of the crutches slipped and you went plummeting towards the ground. Strong arms caught you, and then you were pulled against Dean’s chest in a tight embrace. Before you could say anything, Dean was speaking, his voice right in your ear.

“I know you don’t need help, okay? But you also don’t need to do this by yourself. Let me help, sweetheart.” You pulled back and looked up at him, green eyes sincere, his expression worried. When you finally nodded, Dean cracked a smile and kissed your forehead, helping you into the car.

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Why Didn’t You Tell Me?

As requested by @mikimiska113 and @youreinmy-mind

Timeline: At Dragonstone; you could say it’s in line with my oneshots A Private Moment and A Quick Farewell but it’s a bit ambiguous.

He doesn’t mean for it to happen. He doesn’t know that she’ll come in as he’s changing, before he gets a chance to pull his shirt all the way down-so she catches just the smallest glimpse of one of the scars on his chest. It’s only a glance, but she notices. 

“What’s that? Are you hurt?” She stands framed in the doorway, her hair coming loose from her tight braids, obviously on the way to her bedchambers. Still, there’s a note of fear in her voice that surprises him; it’s completely unexpected. 

He searches for an easy explanation, something that he can say to explain it away without getting into the details-but the Queen is smart and perceptive and he knows whatever lies he tells won’t get very far. “No. They’re old wounds, your Grace. Over and done with.”

She takes a step closer to him, boots whispering on the stone floor. “Old wounds?” She closes the distance between them and looks up at him carefully, as if asking permission. He nods once and she pulls up the hem of his shirt-and then catches her breath when she sees them, four heavy dark slashes across his pale skin. They’re still angry and red even after all this time; he doesn’t know if they’ll ever truly fade away. 

When she looks up at him again, there is a question in her eyes. “How did this happen?”

Even after all of this time, there’s still a catch in his voice when he says the words. “I was stabbed by men I considered my friends…my brothers.” 

He waits for the revulsion to enter her eyes, but it never does-only a sharp and sudden anger, though he can tell it’s not directed at him. “Why did they stab you?”

“I was Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch and they thought I was breaking my vows.”

“And were you?”

“I don’t think so. I’d just seen the Night King for the first time and I suggested we let the wildlings take shelter on the other side of the Wall. They didn’t like that idea. They didn’t think we should be helping our sworn enemies, even if they’d just become wights if we didn’t. And I’d rather have an army of the living, instead of adding to that of the dead.”

She’s silent for a long moment, tracing the outlines of the scars carefully. Her touch sends shivers of heat through him, even though it barely glances off his body. “Bastards.” He can’t help smirking because it sounds like such an un-queenlike thing to say but she barely seems to notice. Her mind is connecting the rest of the dots. “But the wounds are still…”

He swallows hard. “At the time, they were fatal.”

She looks up at him again, arching one eyebrow. “They were?”

“They stabbed me and I bled out on the ground. You can ask Ser Davos; he was there, he’ll tell you. But a red priestess, Melisandre of Asshai, brought me back.”

She freezes now, a look of blank confusion on her face. “She…resurrected you?”

“I had a part to play in the coming war. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t remember anything about what came…after. I just woke up with the scars and the memories of being stabbed, but nothing else.” 

Dany is very quiet for a very long time. He waits for her to accuse him of lying or question his story, the way he’s been anticipating. But instead she says “A red priestess came to Dragonstone a few days before I wrote to you. She told me to summon you and let you tell me what you’d seen. I believe her name was Melisandre.”

It should surprise him more than it does. “Is she here still?”

“No. She left for Essos the day you arrived.”

He shrugs. “Well, I did promise her that if I ever saw her again I would kill her.”


“It’s a long story, your Grace. I believe she ultimately works for the Lord of Light, but some of the things she’s done in his name are inhumane.” 

She smirks. “I’ll be expecting you to tell me more when we have more time.”

“As you wish. But…you believe me about being brought back?” He doesn’t understand why it’s imperative that she does but he suddenly finds himself waiting for her next words with bated breath. 

She nods. “I’ve seen my share of the impossible. Dragons aren’t supposed to be alive, are they? I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“There was no reason to. The opportunity never came up. I didn’t know if you’d believe me.”

She’s looking at the scars again, tracing the outlines where the knives sank into his flesh by the men he’d once considered his friends (some of them, at least). Her touch is like a balm, soothing their rough edges and making their sting a little less painful. “You wear them well.”

“That’s all you can do with scars, isn’t it? Wear them with pride-if others realize that they don’t bother you, then they won’t try and bother you with them.” Even if it does bother him, more than he can say. 

Slowly, she lets his shirt fall back into place. “So you really did take a dagger in the heart for your people.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

He can already tell she’s not listening. “Well, thank you for telling me that…Jon.” It’s the first time she’s called him by his first name since he told her that she could and she says the word carefully, as if testing out the feel of it. He nods, and there’s a moment of awkward silence between them before she says “Have a nice night,” and shuts the door behind her as she leaves. He’s almost sad to see her go but he’s also drained; he’s never shared the story with anyone else before and he suddenly just wants time to himself to regroup.

He stands very still until her footsteps fade out of earshot, as if afraid to do anything that might break the tentative connection between them. “You too, Daenerys. Dany.” He says it softly, knowing full well that she can’t hear him, just to try it out. 

She really does have a beautiful name. 

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Have a wonderful day, lovelies <3

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

“What are you doin’?”

“Captain gives orders on the ship.”

“Cut out his tongue!”

“Dying is the day worth living for.”

“You will listen to me! LISTEN!”

“The world used to be a bigger place.”

“Now may be the only time! I love you. I’ve made my choice. What’s yours?”

“What? You’ve seen it all, done it all. Survived. That’s the trick isn’t it? To survive?”

“Why should I sail with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past… one of you succeeded.”

“You know, for all that pirates are clever-called, we are an unimaginative lot when it comes to naming things.”

“I have no sympathy for any of you feculent maggots and no more patience to pretend otherwise. Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness.”

“Now we’re being followed by rocks. Never had that one before.”

“Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away you’ll lose it for certain.”

“You may kill me, but you can never insult me. Who am I?”

“I know. Curious, isn’t it?”

“Keep telling yourself that, darling.”

“We must fight… to run away!”

“MY peanut!”

“You’ll see no mercy from me!”

“Ah, love; a dreadful bond, and yet, so easily severed.”

“Tell me, _: do you fear death?”

“I miss him already”

“My sweet, you’ve come for me.”

“It has been torture, trapped in this single form, cut off from the sea. From all that I love. From you.”

“It is my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?”

“Why did you come?”

“My heart will always belong to you.”

“You’ve always run away from a fight!”

“This is madness.”

“Aye… we’re good and lost now.”

“No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.”

“If you make your choices alone… how can I trust you?”

“Of course it makes you look fat.”

“It be too late to alter course now, mateys!”

“Proper? It is neither proper nor suitable, sir. It is not acceptable, nor adequate. It is, in obvious fact, an abomination.”

“Love, that is a dinghy. My vessel is magnificent and fierce and huge-ish. And gone. Why is it gone?”

“It’s too late to earn my forgiveness.”

“I cannot be summoned like some mongrel pup!”

“It must be said as if speaking to a lover.”

“_… I release you from your human bonds.”

“I’m taking my ship and going the other way…”

“You add an agreeable sense of the macabre to any delirium.”

“If I may lend a machete to your intellectual thicket.”

“There’s an evil on these seas that even the most staunch and bloodthirsty pirates have come to fear.”

“I do not renege on a bargain once struck, but we agreed on ends only, the means are mine to decide.”

“Oh, will you ever forgive me?”

“All men are drawn to the sea, perilous though it may be.”

“You will not forestall my judgment!”

“We need you at the helm!”

“We’ve come to rescue you.”

“My freedom was forfeit long ago!”

“Who among you do you name as Captain?”

Kino as a boyfriend. [Pentagon]

// *SCREAMS* !! // Kino would be the sweetest, most perfect boyfriend.

  • This kid is pure and sweet. Energetic and loving.
  • Your relationship will be one that everyone else envies.
  • He would only have eyes for you.
  • He would want every moment spent with you to be memorable and fun.
  • He would be your best friend.
  • He would have no problem with public displays of affection.
  • In fact, he’d yearn for it.
  • He would want everyone to see how proud he was to have a best friend and lover like you.
  • He would give you tons of hugs and sweet kisses in public.
  • He would hold your hand or have his arm around you.
  • He would need to know that you are always there with him, and the he is there with you.
  • In private, the kisses would carry more feeling, but still be just as sweet.
  • He would be a cuddler.
  • He would use his aegyo to get whatever he wanted, and how could you resist?
  • He would be a tease. *blush*
  • There would never be a dull moment with him.
  • He would want to try something new and exciting.
  • He, of course, would have such a sweet side.
  • He would just hold you and stroke your hair.
  • Or he would pull you off the couch and dance with you to some slow music.
  • He would want to take you everywhere with him.
  • He would introduce you to everyone, including his family and other members.
  • If he couldn’t be there to walk you or help you, he would trust his members to help you.
  • He would trust you, and his hyungs, to behave.
  • He would always compliment you and call you pet names.
  • Your dates would be fun.
  • He would take you to an amusement park or the zoo. Some place that the two of you could run around together and feel free.
  • He would be a sweetheart though.
  • He would offer to carry your bag or feed you a bit of his food.
  • He would always make sure that you are happy and help you through any tough times.
  • He would listen to your every concern and try his best to make you smile again.
  • He would really be your best friend and your bond would be unbreakable.
  • People would look on you two and would instantly be able to tell how good your relationship is.

Originally posted by j-1-n-h-0

Put In Harms Way - Angus Macgyver Imagine

Request: Anonymous - Mac x reader. Mac coming home from a mission to find you’ve been attacked and your in hospital (Gif not mine)

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of dying

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: I honestly loved watching this show, check it out if you haven’t.


Your P.O.V

Your life was as ordinary as you tried to make it be. Once Mac told you about being a secret agent for the Phoenix Foundation you knew your whole life was about to be turned upside down. His team including his best friend Bozer were okay with you knowing, they trusted that you could keep their secret. Mac did his best to keep you as far away and hidden from every common enemy or threat out there. He never mentioned you to anyone other than the team and his boss Matty Webber. Little did Mac know that you weren’t as hidden as he thought you would be. 

You were currently at the house that you shared with Bozer and Mac, they took you in when you finally moved out of your parents house. Not knowing where or how you could afford a house on your own, they offered you the space they had, which you gratefully accepted. You busied yourself by cleaning around the house picking up anything and everything that was out of place. You were about to start vacuuming when the door bell rung. You really didn’t think much of it. You went and opened the door to reveal three men dressed in all black wardrobe.

“May I help you?” You eyed them cautiously.

“We’re looking for someone by the name Angus Macgyver, do you happen to know where he is?” He asked.

“No sorry, there’s no one here by that name,” You where about to close the door but the mans foot stood in the way. 

“I highly suggest you tell me where he is or things will get messy sweetheart!” He threatened. 

“As I said before he’s not here!” You kicked him in the knee making him stumble back and shut the door in his face. You immediately locked it.

You turned and made a beeline to your gun you kept in your room. Mac gave you it just encase of emergencies, and right now you were in one. You could hear the sound of the front door being kicked open. You prepared yourself for the worst at this point. The three men split up to search for you. You could hear one approaching you, you came out and knocked him out, but you had a problem with them hearing your grunts in the process. So you hid again.

The two guys walked up to the man you put down. “I see Mac’s taught you a few things, he wouldn’t if it wasn’t necessary, you must be really important to him!” The bulky guy called out. You didn’t respond. “Oh come on darling I don’t bite, all we want is entail on where he is, then we’ll be gone as if we weren’t even here!” His persuading was awful. 

You stay silent, trying to keep your breath fairly even. They walked closer to where you were. Just as the man was approaching you swung your arm out hitting him directly in the face. “Oh you little bitc-” He managed to grab you in a head lock. 

“It didn’t have to be this way,” He whispered in your ear as you struggled to get free from his grip. You saw the other guy get closer, you caught a glimpse of something grey and sharp. Before you could protest he plugged the knife into your abdomen. You gasped. You sunk to your knees.

“Tell Mac I’ll just swing by next time, okay?” He gave your cheek a light pat. You tried to lean against the wall behind you as best as you could. The pain was intolerable. You didn’t think about pulling the knife out knowing many times that if you did it would make the dying process speed up. You really hope Mac arrived in time. You didn’t feel like dying.

“I’m telling you Mac, beach siding in Hawaii would be the best birthday present ever!” Boxer exclaimed as they got out of the car. Their mission turned out great. They caught their targets and locked them up.

“Bozer for the last time, we are not going to Hawaii” Mac shook his head. “You say that now, but I’ll surely convince you” Bozer smirked. 

“Yeah, okay, if your say so,” Max chuckled. 

The two bros approached their house, Mac getting out his keys to open the door, but only to find that there wasn’t a door that needed opening. They glanced at each other not hesitating to go in. The place was trashed and a couple broken pieces lay scattered all over their floor. 


“Y/N where are you!” 

“Bozer you check the rooms, I’ll stay in here and look” He pointed him off. Bozer scurried off in search of finding you. Once he came into the hallway he saw you on the floor and noticed the knife in your lower half. “Y/N! Oh my god, Mac I found her!” He yelled over his shoulder. He got down beside you and gave your cheek a small slap trying to wake you up. He felt for a pulse, but it was barely there.

Mac came running. He spotted the position you were in. “Baby, hey, h-hey wake up, Bozer call an ambulance!” Mac felt your pulse but it was weak, he knew he had to get you help and fast. 

Bozer called the team after he called for an ambulance. Once everyone was informed on the situation the ambulance came and put you on a gurney taking you to the hospital.

Mac’s P.O.V

“Hey we came as soon as we got the call how is she?” Riley had become Y/N’s greatest friend when I introduced her to everyone, so for her it was hard enough as it was to hear that you were attacked and injured in the process.

“The doctors haven’t told us anything.” Bozer spoke up.

“What happened?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know we got home, and saw the place trashed, we found Y/N with a knife plunged into her lower stomach,” I placed my head in my hands.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine Mac, if anything Y/n’s a fighter,” Jack placed a hand on my shoulder for comfort.

“Hey I forgot to mention, but Matty needed you to call her, said it was important,” Riley said.

“Okay I’ll be right back, tell me if the doctor says anything,” With that I left to the cafeteria to call my boss.


“What did you need heard it was important?”  I sighed.

“Yeah it is, listen we found the guys that broken into your house.”

“Who was it?” My voice lowering.

“Know anyone by the name Steve McCarthy, Michael Dan, or Brian Anders?”

“It definitely sounds familiar.” 

“Well we sent a team to their location, so it won’t be long now till their caught.”

“Thanks Matty.”

“Yeah no problem, how’s she doing by the way?”

“The doctors still haven’t told us any news.” I shook my head.

“Well let me know what happens, and I’ll get back to you when we get them.”

“Alright, thank you again Matty, bye.”


“So what did the boss want?” Jack asked.

“She apparently found the men that hurt her.”

“Really that’s great news!” Riley said in relief.

“Yea,” I half halfheartedly laughed.

“Y/N L/N’s family?” We heard a voice call out. All four of us stood up.

“Yes, how is she, is she okay?”

“Yes, she’s stable for now, but we want to keep her overnight for observation.”

“Can I see her?” 

“Of course right this way,” The doctor lead of down the hallway to where she was being kept in. We walked in her room and saw her resting. She had a tube in her nose to help her breath. I sat in the chair next to her bed and reached for her open palm rubbing small circles over the top of her hand. You seemed to feel the touch because you slowly woke up.

“Mac?” Y/N whispered, her voice was hoarse.

“Hey, you’re awake.” I kissed her hand.

“You’re here?”

“Of course baby, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She gave a weak smile.

“What happened?” Her memory seemed a little groggy.

“Let’s not worry about that right now, okay? You need to rest. The doctor said they need you to stay overnight, okay?” She nodded.

“Stay.” She whispered. 

“Always,” I leaned forward and kiss her head. Whether it be tomorrow or later on, I am never letting her be in harms way again.

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Birthday Cake

Summary: Being Childhood friends with an idol is one thing, not being an idol yourself another. Will your ordinary birthday gift be up to par with the fancy gifts his friends have given him?

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x Reader
Genre/warnings: angst, lots of fluff at the end
Words: 2.2K
Notes: Requested by my love @oh-beyond to celebrate Junmyeon’s birthday.

The lobby of your building is oddly quiet upon your arrival. Having just endured an arduous day at work you couldn’t be happier with the absence of yelling and crying that usually greeted you. Treading your way into your apartment, you are about ready to collapse on your couch when a box on the counter catches your attention. It had completely slipped your mind that today was Junmyeon’s birthday.  Looking at it now, you remembered how you took the box out of your cupboard that morning fully intended to start making it. However, after a call from your boss informing you that the upcoming meeting had been advanced you scampered around your apartment to get ready on time and forgot all about it.

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amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader] pt.2

premise:  En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. [In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life]
Tom Marvolo Riddle never fancied anyone - to be fair, he did not think he could. Though, an encounter on his first train to Hogwarts had left a deep impression that he very much could love someone, though if that someone could love him with all of his secrets was a different question, one that he was eager to find out yet was awfully curious of. You always intrigued him. From the very first day the two of you met, to the very last…

warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood

amortentia masterpost | MASTERLIST.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

2. The prince in shinning armor.

A hiss of pain and a meek yelp. A thud. The grass beneath your fingers bites the inside of your sensitive palm and with great struggle you manage to pull yourself off the ground yet quickly falter with another gritted teeth cry. The rest of the class is set ablaze with murmurs and slowly lets themselves down from their brooms, though are not quick to approach you. A yell of your name starts things into motion; Katherine leaps from her hoovering broomstick and bolts across the yard, successfully jumping over your own laying broom just a few meters away from you and dropping to her knees where you have fallen. Pain shoots up like venom, burning everything at its wake and springing tears in those bright (colour) eyes. My ankle, you realize, my ankle! your mind repeats almost frantic yet you are cautious to examine the damage.

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Kris scenario - Addicted to you


Genre: smutty smut smut

Summary: Waiting for Kris to come home is so draining! When you need some “release”, there’s only one way to get it.

Warnings: steamy phone sex, naughty public touching, teasing, riding, slight g-dom(ish)

endless dial tones, voicemails, and quick text messages. That all I’ve gotten from Kris for the past three months. I’ve been missing him for so long, but there wasn’t much to do. I figured I’d just try to call him while we are both awake at least.

“Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” I whispered. The line went flat until I heard a familiar voice on the other end.

“Hey, Baobei. How are you?” I sighed in relief as he spoke.

“Better now! I feel like you‘re a million miles away.” I whined. He laughed at my response.

“Y/n, our timelines aren’t that bad, right? At least we’re both awake at the same time.” He said. I know where he’s coming from and I know he’s trying to keep in touch, but it’s so difficult! I’ve never done long-distance before and I just worry we’ll start to lose the spark.

“I just miss you. I wish I could be with you right now. I love your presence.” He hummed in agreeance and I just continued, letting the words fall. “I miss how warm you are at night. I never noticed before, but our bed gets oddly cold! And I’m not big enough to stretch out over a California king bed.” He laughed again at my lonely state. I love when I make him laugh. His tough-guy image just melts into the gentle Kris I love.

“I miss your smile, Kris. And your lips…” I trailed off, getting lost in my own imagination. I could hear him humming through my phone, which makes me shiver.

“I miss your lips too, Baobei. I love kissing you, and touching you, and…” He stopped himself before he went too far into the dirty side of his brain. I just smirked, knowing I can drive him just as wild as he does me.

“I love that too, baby. It all I ever think about at night. I just want to press against you and never let you go. Kiss you when and wherever I want. I love the way you kiss. It’s like I’m the only one that has ever mattered to you.” I bite my lip as I started to feel a bit hot and bothered at the sound of him on the other line. I just knew he wanted to touch himself if he wasn’t already.

“God, Y/n. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to just get on a plane and see you for one night. It’s all I need.” His voice was getting rough and desperate with each word. “You’re like a drug. I just need a fix. I want to feel your skin against mine and you’re tight little-” He stopped when he heard me moan out loud. Everytime He starts talking dirty I can’t help myself.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He questioned. I blushed at his words, even though he was right.

“Maybe… Why don’t you finish what you were saying? my tight what?” I teased. His breath hitch and I could hear the soft sound of him stroking up and down his shaft.

“Your tight little pussy. I haven’t been with you for a while. I just know you’re throbbing right now. So wet and warm.” My head fell back as I inserted one finger into my heat.

“Mmmm~ I wish I could have your finger inside me. Your hands make me shiver every time.” I spoke softly. My other hand started to grab the sheets. I rubbed my thighs together to get some friction. Kris whispered dirty little secrets through the phone. I stroked my thumb up and down my clit while my index finger pushed further into mine. 

“Add a finger., baby,” He said, my knees buckled as I added another. I bit down on my lip, trying not to ruin the mood with a loud moan. I whimpered and arched at the amazing picture in my mind. My legs around Kris’s shoulders, his hand pleasuring me like no one as before. His soft lips giving pen mouth kisses to my clit. His warm tongue licking my wetness. 

“Kris!” I whined out loud. I needed to cum, fast. His moans are like music to my ears, I loved everything about this moment Even though he isn’t here, he still satisfies my every need.

“Scream for me! Let me hear your cries. I know you want me to go down on you. Kis your wetness. Making you mine. Scream!” I called his name at the top of my lungs. I switched the call to speaker and placed my phone next to me. My hand moved from the sheets to my breast, squeezing it like Kris does. My legs started to shake as my orgasm started rising fast.

“Cum, y/n. Let it all go.” I stopped holding back, I opened my legs wide and vigorously fingered myself, listening to Kris groan with pleasure. I closed my eyes and saw him between my legs, thrusting in and out. Curse words flowed out of my mouth, I pulsed as my high rocked my body. Both hands touching my center. Kris erupted with moans and skin slapping. 

I took a breath out, feeling my orgasm start to slow down into my regular state. I grabbed my phone to the sound os Kris’s panting filling the room. 

“How do you do that?” He said after I took him off speaker phone.

“What do you mean?”

“You give me intense orgasms without even being here. Who else does that? You’re amazing, baby.” I smiled devilishly to myself. He does the same for me. His voice groaning always takes me there. We made some small talk for a while until he had to get ready for the set. 

“I’ll call you later on if you’re still up, okay? I love you.”

“Okay, babe. I love you loo.” I hung up and tossed my phone onto the nightstand. I let out a long sigh and figured I should clean myself off. I got into the shower and washed all the sweat off of me and an idea sprung into my head. why not just go visit him? I finished washing and got out to dry and check my schedule for the weekend. Clear!

“I’m going for it!” I grabbed a suitcase and packed enough clothes and toiletries for a couple days. I specifically grabbed the matching bra and panty set Kris bought me. I got online a booked a ticket to Vancouver. The earliest flight was three hours from now.

I grabbed my phone and called an Uber to pick me up. I continued to pack all the essential I needed and hurried to the Livingroom. I turned off all the lights and grabbed my house keys as I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see a woman about the same age as me.

“Uber for Y/n?” I nodded and followed her to the car. She even offered to carry a bag for me and put it into the trunk.

As she drove to the airport we made some small talk. Mainly because a late night Uber call isn’t very common for someone who’s sober.

“Vancouver, wow! I’ve always wanted to go to Canada myself. Of course, I prefer the cold.” She said nicely. I smiled to her and explained further as to why I was going. She seemed very sweet and car rides are only awkward if you make it awkward.

“And here we are. Do you need any help with your bags?”

“Oh no. I’ll be just fine. Thank you so much! I appreciate it.” I said before getting out and grabbing my luggage. I checked my phone to see two texts from Kris

Getting ready for filming now. I miss you!

Call me later for round two if you’re awake ;)

I smiled devilishly to myself, knowing I’d actually be with him for a second round. I checked in and got my ticket to give to the man at the front desk. I Checked my bigger suite case and decided to just take my purse with me on the flight. I waited outside the boarding gate and just looked at what’s happening on SNS.

“Flight 432 is now boarding. Group one please come up to the gate.” I quickly gathered my things and walked to the check-in. I walked through the tunnel and stepped onto the plane to take my seat. With a deep exhale I relaxed into the seat and waited for take-off.

“Would you like a drink?” The flight attendant said with a smile.

“Yes. I’ll just have an iced tea please.” I replied. He nodded and went to get it. 

The flight went by much faster than I expected. I figured a quick power nap would be a good idea before we landed. The fasten seat belt sign came on and the flight attendants informed us that we were now officially in Vancouver. I started to feel anxious to see Kris again after a long time.

The next hour was such a rush. Getting off the plane, figuring out which studio Kris was filming at, and finally pulling up to where he was.

I stepped inside and found loads of people rushing around. I was stopped by two huge security guards. I saw my plan split at the seams. I had no idea how I was supposed to get in. 

‘I’m Kris’s girlfriend.”

“Does he know you’re here?” The guard said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, no. But only because I’m surprising him.” I explained. Just then a guardian angel came to my rescue. I spotted Kris’s makeup artist and called for her. She turned and rushed to where I was.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? Oh. Guys, she’s with me. It’s fine.” She took my hand and the guards nodded and walked away.

“I’m here for Kris. It’s weird not being around each other for  three months, you know?”

“I can understand that. He never shuts up about you. The boy is smitten.” She said, rolling her eyes jokingly. “Oh, actually they should be finishing up here in like, 20 minutes. Do you wanna wait in the trailer?”

“Okay!” The two of us walked to the hair and makeup trailer and caught up while we waited for Kris to come back from set. I looked at the clock ti see it was going onto 11 o’clock at night.

I quickly turned my head when I heard voices coming from outside. I smiled when I heard Kris’s footsteps coming closer and closer. I stood up as he opened the door and walked in. He looked over to see me standing there with his makeup artist next to me.

“Y-You came?” He said completely shocked at the sight of me. I nodded and walked over to him. He met me half way with a tight embrace. I held onto him with all my strength. I didn’t even notice Kris’s makeup artist get up and leave until we broke our hug. He just held my cheek and kissed me. The feel of his soft lips made my heart race. His hands rested on my hips and pulled me closer.

Before I could grasp what was happening, I was pressed against the wall and Kris’s hot lips kissed all over my neck. His hips pushed against mine to keep my on the wall, and his hands cupped my breasts. I combed my fingers through his hair and moan out loud. I didn’t care if anyone heard it. I was completely overtaken by his touch.

“Kris? Are you in here?!” I froze at the sound of three heavy knocks at the door. Kris looked at me and smirked. He slowly let me off the wall and onto my feet again.

“Yeah, I’m here!” The door opened and the director walked in with a massive grin on his face.

“Great shoot today! I was thinking of something for tomorrow when we film some of the car scenes.” He went on explaining all the wild action scenes he wanted in the movie and Kris just nodded at everything he said, clearly wanting to have some time alone. 

“But that can all be explained in greater detail tomorrow. Again, great work today, man.” The director patted Kris on the arm and left the two of us.

Kris turned and reattached his lips to mine. I’ve been craving this for months I just needed the feel of him. We stumbled backward and landed on the couch in the corner.

“Wait, baby. Ad much as I’d love to take you right her and now. My girl deserves to be on a quality bed.” He said. I knew he was right, so I let him up and he took my hand, leading me to his car. I got in and Kris slammed the door shut, getting into the driver’s seat. 

He drove us to the apartment he decided to rent for the time being. He let one hand go of the wheel and figured it’d be fun to mess with me. His hands rubbed up and down my thigh squeezing a few times. I was just about to open my legs a little more when we pulled into the garage. He quickly opened my door and pulled me behind him, eager for a release of all the sexual frustration we’ve been holding in.

He opened the door to the apartment and in no time at all he tossed my top to the floor, pulling me in for a heated make-out. His tongue brushed my bottom lip wanting access. I held the back of his head and kissed him deeply. 

His hands unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them off before lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him. I kept a firm grip on his shoulders as he walked us up to his room. He turned around and sat on the bed, letting me straddle him. I never wanted this perfect moment to end.

I pushed my body weight onto him forcing him to lay on his back. I kissed down his jaw and nibbled on the little spot on his neck that drove him crazy. His grip on my thighs tightened and I moaned against his neck, vibrating the exposed vein.

“Y/n…” He moaned into the air. I stood up, off the bed and faced him.

“You are wearing a few too many layers,” I said eyeing his shirt. He started to strip down until I stopped him halfway. I snuck my fingers into the hem of his underwear, looking him in the eye as I pulled it over his rock hard member. I smirked at the power I had over him. It feels good to know He’s been as pent up as I was. 

I took his hand, bringing it to my panties he bought me before leaving. He eyed me up and down and pulled them down my legs slowly. I took a few baby steps closer to him and spread my legs over his lap, crawling back onto the bed. His hands held onto my back and unhooked my matching bra. He just stared at my naked body until I finally leaned down and kissed his lips gently.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling us further onto the bed so his legs were completely on the covers. I ‘accidentily’ grinded down when he got into a comfortable position. His head fell back, giving into my every touch. I rubbed our centers together until he couldn’t take any more teasing.

“Tell me what you want Kris,” I said in a seductive tone.

“I want to fuck you. I want you so weak, you can’t stand tomorrow.” He said with darkening eyes. I smiled and sunk down, just enough to let his tip enter me. I hummed at the small amount of friction. Kris wanted more. He turned us over and held me down.

“You have no idea how difficult is it to just think about the things I can do to you day in and day out. You are not going to tease me tonight.” His voice made me even wetter than I was before.

His thumb brushed my entrance and he smoothly thrust into my in one movement. I held my palms to his chest, feeling his pec muscles flex. I slowly moved my hips up to match his stroke.

“Mmm~ Just like that,” I said encouraging him to move faster. He picks up his speed, just like I wanted. The bed rocked with each sensual thrust back and forth. His hands wander my body gently, touching as much as he could. I held onto his shoulder as he started to get rougher.

“Wait, wait, Kris.” He stopped and looked at my with confusion. I pushed him back and straddled him again, facing him. I moved my hips in vigorous figure eights, feeling his thick cock move inside me.I bounced up and down as Kris gripped my hips again, moving me up and down.

His eyes were directly on my chest while he smirked to himself. I leaned back, letting him get a better view. His lips pressed to the valley of my breasts and we started to feel that familiar built up. I clenched onto the sheets as my orgasm pulsed through me. Kris grunted as he started his high as well. I held onto him instead, leaving no space between us.  It was the most amazing feeling. By far the best orgasm I’ve felt in a long time. I moaned Kris’s name like it was the only word I knew. 

He pushed himself into me a few more times, riding out the last bit of euphoria. His panting started to get heavier with each breath. I felt his erection soften and pull out of me, letting me fall back against the mattress. He laid out next to me, catching his breath.

“Well, you were right,” I said

“About what, baby?”

“My legs feel like jelly,” I said with a laugh. Kris laughed with me until he facial expression changed into a serious look.

“So is this it? Are you going back tomorrow?” He asked

“Well, my plane doesn’t leave until later at night, so I can for sure watch your stunt scenes tomorrow before the flight. He held my hand and looked down at my fingers.

“It won’t be much longer, I promise. As soon as filming is over, I’m coming home. I hate being away for you for so long.” He said with a sincere expression. I brushed back a few stray hairs out of his face and tilted his chin to look at me.

“No matter how long it takes, I’ll still be here.” He smiled and kissed my lips once more.

“God, you are just so addictive. I don’t know what it is, but you just have this permanent place in my mind. I’m pretty sure the crew is sick of me talking about you.” He said relaxing beside me. I hummed in response and Kris covered me with the blankets. We finished off the night with sweet whispers and stolen kisses here and there. There is no one else I would book a last minute flight for. He just has that hold on me.


|| Sketched Love ||

[[request prompt: I loved “Our Love Story” And was wondering if you could write something similar with a Peter Parker x reader where they go to school together and the reader is and artist, and she is always drawing sketches of him during class and stuff? Thanks :)]]

time to work on requests ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́) this time I’m all about writing for my main boi, peter parker

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53, , @nekonerdxox , @pepcvina , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none, just pure fluff that comes with experiencing love for the first time ♡

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**


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Bath Time For Two || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 1,312

Summary - The one where you share a bath.


You had only been living with Jack for a week or so. The two of you had been dating for almost a year, but you had only just moved in with each other. Your relationship was moving at a comfortable pace for the both of you.

Jack was your first real relationship, so you were quite inexperienced in a lot of areas. So when you and Jack had sex for the first time, you were quite nervous. But, Jack was a perfect gentleman and made you feel so loved the whole time. You still lacked some confidence in the bedroom, but Jack never failed to remind you how beautiful and perfect you were in his eyes.

Lately you had been feeling overly stressed. You were constantly either working on school work or catching up on random paperwork for your boss. You never felt like you had any time to relax. Jack had noticed. You weren’t your usually bubbly self and you spent more time surrounded by paper on the floor of your bedroom than you did doing anything else.

One night, Jack decided to treat you. You were sitting on the floor yet again when Jack came in with a sweet smile on his face. “How’re you doing, princess?” he asked, sitting beside you and rubbing your neck.

“I’m okay,” you shrugged. “Just got a few more paragraphs to read.”

“Fancy taking a break?” he asked.

“I shouldn’t,” you said.

“Just a little while,” he said. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Oh I suppose,” you laughed with a teasing roll of your eyes. Jack stood up and reached his hand out to pull you off the ground. You giggled and took his hand as he walked with you to the bathroom. You were confused but you followed him nevertheless.

There in the bathroom, Jack had run a bath. It was full of bubbles and candles all around the side. The light was off and soft music was playing through the room. You stared at the bath with a small smile creeping on your face. Jack wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss to your neck. “I thought we could share a bath,” he said quietly. A blush was forming on your cheeks.

“Oh I don’t know,” you said awkwardly. “This is sweet but, I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?” he said, disappointment laced in his voice.

“I’m just, I don’t know,” you said again, feeling a bit guilty this time. You pulled away now from Jack and wouldn’t turn to face him. You played with your fingers as your hands rested in front of you.

“Babe, are you embarrassed?” Jack asked, a smile now evident in his tone.

“Stop,” you whined, still not looking at him.

“You’re embarrassed,” he teased.

“Okay, fine, I’m embarrassed,” you mumbled.

“Why?” he asked. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “It just, oh I don’t know.” Jack walked over to you and turned you so you were looking at him. Even though you didn’t want to meet his eyes, he tucked his finger under your chin and made you. Instead of saying anything, he held your face in his hands and kissed you firmly. You melted into the kiss, your arms draped around his neck.

You felt his hands tug at the bottom of your shirt, so you pulled away a bit so he could take it off your body. Next came your leggings, then your bra and your panties. As soon as you were undressed, Jack stripped as well and beckoned you to join him in the bath. While you still felt a little embarrassed, you did.

“Why’re you so embarrassed?” he asked. You were laying in between his legs with your back pressed to his chest. He had his arms around you and his lips pressed to your neck.

“I dunno,” you mumbled. “It’s one thing to have sex with you, but to just lay here like this.” You paused and sighed. “It’s a lot of time for you to look at me and find stuff you don’t like.”

“Babe, you should know by now that the more I look at you, the more things I find that I love, not the other way around.”

You whispered a thank you to him as you fought back a smile. “You’re too good to me, Jack,” you said quietly.

“Maybe,” he said back. He grinned and pressed another kiss to your cheek. After a second of silence, he said, “Do you want me to show you how good I can be to you?”

Before you had a second to question what he meant, you felt his hand brush against your thigh. His finger trailed down your thigh, back up and close to your core, then back down again. You were biting your lip, trying not to let out any whimpers. You hated how quickly you reacted to the simplest touch from Jack. He, however, loved it.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said quietly. His fingers brushed up against your core. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Slowly, he eased a finger into you. Your hand gripped his free arm at the sudden feeling. Just as slowly as he pushed the first one into you, he added another finger. His fingers were pumping in and out of you, hitting just the right spot that left you breathless. All the while, Jack was leaving kisses along your neck, paying special attention to the spots he knew made your toes curl. “Jack,” you whimpered.

“Should I add another finger?” he taunted. “I know how much you love my fingers.” Instead of saying anything, you just nodded. Jack laughed lightly and eased another finger into you. The fullness of three of his fingers inside you made you toss your head back onto his chest. Your hand was still squeezing his arm tightly, surely leaving marks he’d find there in the morning. You found yourself bringing your hips up to meet Jack’s fingers, causing ripples in the water of your bathtub. “Relax, princess,” he teased.

“Jack,” you groaned quietly. You felt his thumb press against your clit, leaving you breathless again.

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” you said quietly. Jack pressed his lips to your neck again, sucking along the spot just below your jawline. It was your weak spot. You let out a quiet moan as the feeling of Jack’s lips to your skin and his fingers inside you sent you over the edge. You called out his name, still not easing your grip on his arm. You could feel him smirk against your skin.

As soon as you finished, Jack pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his arms around you again. “How’re you feeling, princess?” he asked, his lips placing gentle kisses to your neck again.

“Mhm,” you muttered wordlessly. Jack just laughed and stroked his thumb against your tummy.

“I love you,” he said quietly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

“No, listen to me, (Y/N),” he said, more firmly than the first time. “I love you. All of you. I love when your cheeks turn red when you’re embarrassed and I love when your mouth hangs open anytime I touch you a certain way. I love everything I see about you, even the stretch marks you complain about and the creases by your eyes. I love you, and nothing I see is going to change that. I need you to know that. You should never be embarrassed of yourself around me, because you’re always going to be perfect to me.” You were quiet for a moment, and Jack didn’t speak.

“I know,” you finally whispered. “And I love you too. So much, Jack.” With a small laugh, you added, “Maybe we should take baths together more often.”

Jack laughed too, “I’d love that.”