It wasn’t necessarily the pile of dishes or the trail of clothes that seemed to almost constantly hover around Jungkook like he was some annoying ass Avatar or something that got you so mad. It wasn’t the thick fragrance of his cologne or body wash that drifted through the open plan of your shared apartment every morning, or the smell of his musky sweat when he returned home from his evening jog, or from when he emerges from his room- having clearly just having a ‘fucking mind blowing’ wank. It wasn’t the soft melodies, or exciting electronic beats that flooded from his open window and into yours, nor his big and copious amounts of jackets and coats that made it nearly impossible to get your own fucking clothes from the rack next to the front door. Your frequent burning irritation had nothing to do with his presence, with the evidence of his existence in your apartment and life; it was with the man behind it all. It was with him. With fucking Jeon Jungkook. Ok, and maybe it was also for his fucking annoying baking habits. Did he really need to bring that shit home? Didn’t he get sick of it at work?
(there’s like, no fluff involved either), swearing
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This is for @ryverpenrad. Here
is your Chase fic! I don’t really remember if there was anyone else besides @goody2shoessmut who
said they wanted to be tagged in everything (sorry, I’m really, really tired), but also *nervously pokes @angryschnauzer…* You
might like this, I hope I’m not bothering you? Just a note, this is rewritten
from what I had last night at 5 something in the morning, and I’ve noticed that
the more exhausted and/or half asleep I am, the weirder my smut is—like it’s
more subtle… but really kind of ugly… and I don’t exactly mind? Anyway, here you go!
You were intrigued by the man as soon as you saw him.
“Hey, Sirius,” (Y/n) smiled at her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his neck from the back. “Are you ready?”
“Of course, darling. I’ve been waiting for this,” he replied before sitting down on the ground as she climbs up on his back.
It was the end of autumn and the trees had shed all of its red leaves, leaving them in a beautiful pile of orange and yellow shades. The weather was cold and so the two were in their coats and mittens. They were supposed to go to Hogsmeade with their friends but seeing as the castle was deserted, they decided to take advantage of this moment to enjoy the empty castle.
Sirius carried her on his back and walked to the courtyard, gently putting her down on one of the benches.
“So, what do you want to do?” He asked before sitting beside her.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to seem as though she was thinking very deeply when he surprised her by kissing her cheek softly.
“You are so adorable,” he whispered.
“You’re more adorable!”
“Why, thank you, love.” He said, kissing the top of her head while she chuckled.
“You need to improve on your flirting,” (Y/n) said, facing away from Sirius while he began to comb her hair gently with his fingers. He loved the way it cascades down her back, the way it always smells sweet, and the way it tangles in his fingers. Although there were some days she often complained about her hair, wishing it was just like some one else’s; Sirius loved it the way it was because it made her who she is. He leaned close to her left ear and softly whispered, his breath tickling her neck.
“What do I need it for? I already got the one I want right in front of me.”
(Y/n)’s heart leapt out of her chest at those words. She blushed and pulled her knees to her chest.
“What? Too cheesy?”
“It was cute…” She mumbled, a small smile on her lips as Sirius continues to brush her hair.
“Mmm, guess I still got it,” he replied. “Could you give me a hair tie, love?”
(Y/n) pulled out a black hair tie and gave it to Sirius who placed it in his teeth, his fingers twisting small pieces of her hair and braiding them together.
“Do you suppose they’re having fun in Hogsmeade?” (Y/n) asked after a while.
“Why? Do you want to catch up? They’re still daylight, you know.”
“No, just wondering,” she said, “What’re you doing back there?”
Sirius did not reply, intending it to be a surprise but his silence slightly worried (Y/n) so she tried to turn around until she felt him accidentally tug on her hair.
“Don’t move now, love. Just a bit more,” he said and with the hair tie he borrowed, he tied her braid and pulled out his wand, sprinkling small stars on her (h/c) colored hair. He smiled triumphantly and rested her braid on her shoulder.
(Y/n) looked at the intricate braids he did and she had never seen her hair look this beautiful. She watched the stars he placed twinkle into red and gold then white, matching the color of her hair and eyes. It was like a mermaid’s hair, only it was hers. She could almost say Sirius was better than the other girls who would fix their hair in different braids (Y/n) could never master. She had no time. But now it seems like she will attend her classes in style.
She smiled at Sirius and kissed him lightly on the side of his lip before whispering, “You know, I’m starting to think you might have been a girl in your past life.”
“But I’ll still be adorable, won’t I?”
She laughed and nuzzled her nose against his, their foreheads pressed together as they shared another kiss.
I sip at my coffee, sitting at the kitchen table looking at my adoring boyfriend standing in front of the stove whipping up breakfast for the two of us. I smile to myself as I watch Richard, my mind wandering back to the duration of our relationship thus far.
We met on the set of Game of Thrones, I had been visiting a friend of mine who works on the show. I had been walking around a bit until I bumped into someone, that someone being Richard. I remember that he was wearing his costume and I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. We immediately hit it off and now here we are. Four years later, living together, and still madly in love.
“Y/N, Earth to Y/N,” Richard calls pulling me out of the memory I was reliving in my mind. “Where was your mind off too?” He questions with a laugh.
“I was thinking of a time when I bumped into someone with a fur cloak on,” I tell him with a giggle.
“You aren’t cheating on me with this mystery man are you?” He jokingly asks with a raised brow.
Summary: For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.
Notes: I got tired of writing so much angst haha. So this is completely the opposite lol From one extreme to the next, I swear. Oh yeah, I’m trying different styles of writing and different OC types…so the story’s a bit saucier. But yes..there is minimal pain in this story…enjoy~
“Honey is that you?” It’s your mother’s chirpy voice on the other line - you furrow your brows.
“Is everything okay? Your voice message said it was an emergency.” Suddenly your back is pushed against the wall.
“Yes…yes. Everything’s fine. Your father and I are fine.” Your mother hesitates. “It’s just that I was wondering if you would like to go on a dat-”
“A date?” The stranger presses their body against yours as their lips meet your neck, trailing kisses up and down. “No thanks mom.”