long again bye

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sorry for the long post!!!  a whole bunch of lunchbreak doodles

yamazaki

I told myself I was done writing reader fics but bang yongguk’s mv got me feeling some kind of way and I wrote this

and it’s unfinished, never to be finished and I just wanted to share my frustrations I’m sorry

maybe I'll finish it some day but hey have some almost yongguk smut that had the potential to get kinky as fuck :)))))


Originally posted by yamazakibang

The doors of the estate slide open to reveal a tall, dark Bang Yongguk, his kimono styled jacket open, displaying the art that decorates his torso, from the intricate swirls and patterns from the two eyes with a glare enough to haunt any sane man. Bang Yongguk is nothing but poised grace as he saunters, his eyes cast straightforward, not looking at the men loitering around nor at the two women who follow him like shadows in the night. Yongguk nods in silent greeting to an older man standing outside, he, too was shirtless to display the ink on his skin that marks them as what they are, and the elder bows back in a sign of respect, looking away from Yongguk as he enters the building.

There’s another man standing in the doorway leading towards the meeting, clad in black attire but Yongguk sees the body ink that marks this man as one of their own, and dips his head again as another sign of greeting, smirking when the figure in black slides open the shoji doors to let the leader inside.

Fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve; he doesn’t need to look around the room to know that all eyes fall upon him, the men carry on laughing, smoking and drinking but each of their eyes land on Yongguk and the corner of his lip quirks up once again before he lets it falls and takes a seat at the head of the table, flicking his robe out from behind him so it falls like a curtain just as he sits. Yongguk stays quiet as the girls all situate themselves around them, most wear their kimono’s open to show their tattooed shoulders or wear the dress low enough to show the swell of their breasts to entice the men, but not for Yongguk, not tonight, not when he lazily looks to his side and spots you amongst the girls. The leader pats his knee twice, his eyes beckoning but you knew better, the gesture was a demand and you flush under his gaze and the glares of the girls as you slowly rise, adjusting your own attire as you walk over to where Yongguk lounged, and you don’t sit on his knee exactly but you place yourself directly behind him where the man leans back against your shoulder in response and places a large hand on the bare skin of your thigh.

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Oops

Real World Bonus:

Augustus did a cursory scan of their surroundings and then, upon seeing everyone around them otherwise engaged, pulled Patrick forward and greeted him with a kiss….

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sorry, forgot to introduce myself. call me jesus. (x)

The Happiest Place [ Chris Evans x Reader ]

Request : It’s the anon that asked for the Sebastian imagine, it was perfect loved the way you made y/n captain marvel 🌸 could I request another one 😂 sorry about all the requests but a Chris Evans imagine where y/n and him spend the day at Disneyland because Chris is a huge Disney nerd thanks

a/n : here anon ! I’m so so sorry it took so long to finish but I FINALLY DID AND IM SUPER HAPPY W IT i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it :D don’t be shy to request, guys ! i don’t bite ;-) also would you guys wanna be tagged every time i post ??? message me if you wanna be tagged lol

“I can’t believe you dragged me here.” You roll your eyes at the tall man who was pulling you by the hand.

“Like I haven’t brought you here before.” He laughs, shaking his head as he adjusted his baseball cap and sunglasses. You scoff at his actions, mumbling about how his so called ‘disguise’ doesn’t even work.

“Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow and fantasy’. See, even the sign’s tellin’ you to lighten up, babe. C'mon, I promise you we’ll have fun.” He nudges your shoulder lightly before wrapping his arm around your waist securely.

“Can’t we just stay at home? You just came back from filming and I wanna lie down, I’m getting sleepy.” You give your most believable yawn before resting your cheek on his shoulder. Chris chuckles, looking down at you and stopping.

“If you fall asleep, I can always carry you around.” He says, bending his knees to place one of his arms at the back of your knees. Suddenly, you were in his arms, close to his chest. You stare at him wide eyed before punching his chest.

“Oh my god Chris, Let me down! Stop, you’re making a scene.” You whisper as you look around you to see if anyone was looking at the both of you. Chris lets out a loud laugh, before returning back on the ground. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you in the eyes.

“Let’s make a deal. If you can stay awake for two rides, we’ll leave. If you can’t, we’ll go back to the hotel, like you wanted. Deal?” You furrow your eyebrows as you thought about the deal, ultimately deciding after a few seconds.

“Deal.”

Oh how in for a treat you were.

Two rides later, you were buzzing with adrenaline, almost demanding Chris to lead you around the amusement park. Chris gives you a wide grin before leading you through the crowds of the park, showing you his favorite rides and the snacks he claimed to be ‘to die for’.

On almost (if not) every ride you’re on, you find Chris babbling about the Disney movie it’s inspired by. He uses his hands to make these weird, inaccurate (but adorable) diagrams of a certain scene. He tells you trivia about a certain character, which you definitely knew beforehand but for his sake you nod along with his bright eyes and enthusiastic voice.

“Two ice cream bars, please.” Chris asks the man in charge of the ice cream cart. He pulls out his wallet, but you put your hand on his arm.

“Chris, let me pay.”

“What? No, I-”

“Chris, just let me pay for this one thing. Please?” You gave your best puppy dog eyes at him as you pulled out your own wallet. He sighs as he stared at you for a little longer. “Fine.” You grin up at him.

“Just this once, okay?” He tells you with a stern tone. You chuckle as you take the two ice cream bars from the man  and hand him the money.

“Okay, Cap.”

The day flies by and before you know it, you and Chris are in front of the castle. He’s standing on the ledge, looking down at you with a smug expression.

“Chris, get down! You might fall, people are staring.” You giggle slightly at his antics.

“Who is Chris? I am Prince Charming, you must be Cinderella.” You scoff before bursting into laughter, extending your hand to him.

“You’re such a dork.”

“You know you love it.” He wiggles his eyebrows. You roll your eyes as his warm hand envelopes yours.

“The fireworks are about to start, let’s go.”

You lead him down to an empty space in the sea of people. You look up at Chris, seeing his head poking up in the midst of the crowd. His eyes are blown wide with excitement, the corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile that you would find on a kid in a candy store. Chris looks down at you with curiosity. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you love me.” He tries to hide the smile threatening to break out. You shrug playfully, looking up at the sky, waiting for the fireworks. “Maybe I do.”

In your peripheral vision you see his bearded jaw drop. You smile to yourself, trying not to laugh at his expression. “What-”

“Shh, it’s starting.” You whisper, bringing a finger up to your lips as you look at him. He hums disapprovingly beside you before facing forward, looking up at the sky. The castle glows blue as the rest of lights turn off. the enchanting sound of trumpets booms throughout Disneyland as beams of light dance in the night sky. The lullaby-like sound of the flutes play as a woman’s voice comes through the speakers.

“Just imagine, if you were standing right here 60 years ago, you’d be standing in the middle of an orange farm. One visionary man who stood right where you are now, but instead of orange trees, he envisioned a magic kingdom. This man’s name, is Walt Disney. And his dream would be called, Disneyland.”

As they played a recording of Walt Disney, the first few fireworks launched into the sky. You watch at they exploded into the sky. The recording ended and more fireworks lit up the pitch black sky. You took a glance at Chris, who was smiling so wide you thought his skin was going to split. Just as Peter Pan’s voice cut through the music, Chris placed his hand on your shoulders.

“Let’s show ‘em just how magical this place can be!”

And in that moment his lips touched yours, you realized you didn’t need any more magic than what you already had.

You heard more fireworks in the sky, the music playing all around you but all of this was somehow just a background sound as your heart pounded on your chest like a boxer at the gym. You eyes were just about closed as Chris’ hand held your jaw in place. Your hands situated themselves around his waist, pulling him to you automatically.

Right before he pulled away he pecked your lips once more before looking you in the eye with his chest heaving up and down. You looked up to see the fireworks now in full swing. Chris pulled you to him, resting your head on his chest as you watched the rest of the show.

You felt him lower his head to place a kiss on the crown of your head before going down to your ear. “Would it be really cheesy if I said I saw fireworks just now?” He murmured, his beard tickling the shell of your ear. You let out a loud laugh before looking up at him.

“You’re such a dork, Evans.”

“You love it, really.” He smirked.

You did, you really did.

And he loved you too.

“goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end … i’ll see your face again”

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it’s   true  ;  and   so   will   be   E V E R Y   W O R D
   i   say   to   you   for   the   R E S T   of   my   life
i ’ m  n o t  a s k i n g  f o r  f o r g i v e n e s s  .  .  .

When it finally hits u that u a and all of your friends from the past 7 years of school are leaving to go our separate ways going to uni etc. and u become a sobbing mess..

yeeeaaah i don’t like the 3pm queue time bc 1. i hate waiting all day 4 it to post (bc i spend most of my day playing sims/on simblr) and 2. i haven’t noticed an increase in the amount of notes i get (not that notes r the most important thing !! 4 me it’s feedback i guess ?? i never like anyone’s posts tho so i can’t complain lol) soOoOo i’ll probably move 3pm 2 a timezone reblog time even tho it had the most notes when i was figuring things out !! this probably doesn’t even make sense !! my life would be so much easier if i could queue 10pm-3am tbh !!!!! anyway just letting u guys know bc post times will be wonky again after tomorrow ?? if i remember to adjust it after work ?? lol ?? gbye