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Group: BTS


Summary: When you’re angry Yoongi turns the air conditioner up so you cuddle up to him.

Genre: fluff

Length: 0.8k

A/N: i don’t feel the cold so this wouldn’t effect me

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Don’t look at me like that,” you sighed crossing your arms over your chest as you sat on the sofa, moving as far away from Yoongi as possible. He let out a heavy sigh before he stood and walked away, as you called after him, “bye asshole.”

He scoffed head peeking out from the kitchen, black fringe splayed across his head as he pushed it back, “Love you too princess.” Your heart fluttered before you forced your face back into a scowl as you stared at the movie that was playing, vibrant colours throwing shadows on your face as Yoongi leant against the doorframe watching you with a small smile on his face. As he looked at your profile and knew what he had to do to get you to forgive him.

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Snuggle - Jughead Jones

REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂

Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)

Words: 2,152

“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.

“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next. 

However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.

You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.

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Reddie First Kiss

The color of the sky outside of Richie’s bedroom window was a hazy orange, the color of watered down soda at a cheap diner. Staring out at it calmed Eddie’s nerves as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the other boy to come back from the kitchen with the snacks he had promised. Eddie couldn’t quite understand why he was so nervous, he was 16 for Pete’s sake and had been in Richie’s room too many times to count.

And yet here he was staring into the sheets of Richie’s unmade bed halfway between wanting to take a puff from his inhaler to get over what a mess it was and wanting to bury his head in the covers just to get a hint of the soapy smell of Richie’s hair. Dizzy with indecision and the plaid of the pillow cover Eddie heard Richie’s voice shout from the hall and felt his heart rise up in his throat, he pushed it down quick almost wishing he didn’t have to.

“Okay I will!…No they’ll be over later!…No!…NO. MOM NO WE’RE PARTNERS…It’s a project!…They’ll ring the bell!…Thanks mom!”

The door slammed open and Eddie mentally slapped himself to get back into character, the mild-mannered best friend working on a history project; stressed out, distant, and occasionally conversational. Also very secretly in what Bill called ‘love’ but Eddie wouldn’t believe that for a second. In love with the Trashmouth? Give me a break—

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Richie said walking into the room carrying a box of cookies under one arm and two glasses of milk in his hands. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with his wrist and smiled that goofy crooked smile that made Eddie’s heart sing.

Holy fuck.

Eddie cleared his throat and pulled his eyes back to his notebook where he noticed a old doodle on the bottom corner of the page of his and Richie’s initials inside an arrow-impaled heart. The book was closed and thrown in his bag to be burned at a later date.

“Well you were the one in the kitchen,” Eddie said ignoring how close Richie decided to collapse next to him. It took everything he had to keep from moving the strand of hair that was stuck to the side of his glasses. “I thought you were bringing saltines.”

“Yea I thought about it and then I remembered that saltines are for losers, Eds. This stuff is the real deal.” He said handing him a glass of milk, Eddie rested it on the side table next to him. “Besides, I love you.”

The world spun out of control as Eddie fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Gripping his inhaler he took a swing panting only half aware that Richie was trying to hoist him back on the bed.

“Jesus Eddie, are you okay?” Richie exclaimed sitting the smaller boy down next to him. His eyes were non-comical, edging with concern, Eddie felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. This was possibly the worst feeling in the world.

“Sorry, I just—I fell.”

“No shit Sherlock,” Richie chuckled giving his shoulder a tight squeeze, he turned a got a cookie from the box and handed it over. “Here, chocolate is great for this kind of light headedness stuff.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said, his nerves jumped when he touched the tip of his fingers. “What did you say before?”

“That the brand is new?” Richie answered confused, Eddie sighed almost happy and sad at the same time turning back to his textbook. Eddie had been acting real strange lately, Richie hoped it wasn’t because of him.

Jeez was it slipping out that he liked him? He hoped to god not, he’d been trying so desperately to keep it under wraps but then he’d say shit like ‘what’s cookin’ good lookin’’ and want to shoot himself. Way to keep it on the DL Trashmouth, way to go.

Richie decided to keep things as undramatic as possible taking the other textbook in his lap and highlighting short paragraphs. Being absolutely silent was preferable to confessing his annoyingly prevalent crush, his motormouth was not to be trusted.

After a while Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, he looked up from his own book and risked a glance over to Richie who was leaning against the pale blue wall behind the bed, eyes on his book stuffing cookies into his face on occasion. He looked so peaceful, his chest rose slightly with each breath and he twiddled his highlighter around his fingers like a drumstick, Eddie wanted to scream. He slammed his book shut and stood from the bed.

Richie jumped slightly and tried not to focus on how adorable Eddie looked with his arms crossed against his chest, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration and more on why he was so goddamn upset all of a sudden.

“Hit your head, Eds?” Richie chuckled nervously, going back to his highlighting. Perhaps if he pretended nothing was wrong, then nothing would be wrong. Of course that approach was massively unsuccessful when he tried to block out his feelings in the first place but hey, second time’s the charm. Eddie reached out and grabbed the book from his hands throwing it onto the nightstand.

“Don’t call me Eds,” Eddie said cheeks burning at the nickname that he secretly adored. “You’re being weird, Richie.”

“Weird? Eds, you had a fucking asthma attack when I brought up cookies!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“I’m sorry it’s a habit!”



“STOP SHOUTING UP THERE!” Richie’s mom called from downstairs, they remained dead quiet until the mutterings of the afternoon soap opera continued on the television.

“Eddie you’re giving me a heart attack what’s wrong with you?” Richie whispered violently.

“What’s wrong with me?” Eddie threw his head back laughing. “Rich you just said the word ‘considerate’ with absolutely no joke attached who are you?”


“No! You’re so nice all the time these days’s I don’t understand you’ve just changed.”

“Well you keep tripping over your words whenever we hang out Eddie—”

“I know,” Eddie hissed. “I can’t help it, I’m a social disaster.”

“We’re both different if anything and I have no idea why I’m so nice to you but I can’t stop it’s awful I hate it.”

Eddie looked to the ceiling and sighed before he heard Richie laugh from the bed. He was trying to contain himself and failing horribly causing Eddie to start laughing despite their situation.

“What is it?” Eddie managed through his smile, Richie only laughed harder. “Rich what the fuck man this is a very serious thing.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said calming down slightly. “When you put the book down on the nightstand some of the milk splashed up and it landed on your pants and it looks like you peed yourself a little.”

Looking down Eddie saw that that it could be a common misconception that his bladder had given way a little and besides everything, started to laugh again. Richie leaned over to the nightstand and handed him a tissue. Wiping it only caused it to spread to an even more sizable spot.

“It’s gigantic now,” Eddie complained unconsciously before he noticed what he’d said.

“Hey that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Richie said, Eddie looked up from the stain and smiled back at him.

“There you are,” he said happy to see his Richie finally sitting on the bed, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Just sit down with me it’ll dry itself off, you look like an idiot standing up there,” Richie assured him. Eddie sat crosslegged facing the other boy, the box of cookies between them.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so nice to you,” Richie said turning a cookie over in his hands. “I’d like to be an asshole again but, I don’t know it’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Eddie asked taking a bite, the cookies were incredible.

“I’ll be myself around everyone else and then I’ll get to you and I’ll just feel the need to take care of you Eds-Eddie. I know you’re not a weakling but you’re my best friend and this is going to sound weird but I almost feel like I want you to be more than that sometimes. It scares the hell out of me. Do you see what I’m saying? Please tell me you see what I’m saying—“

Eddie leaned over the cookies and wrapped Richie in a hug which was immediately returned. They stayed like that in the quiet holding onto each other as if the world depended on it for the next few minutes and that almost felt like everything that needed to be said.

“I was talking to Bill yesterday and he told me I’m in love,” Eddie said over Richie’s shoulder, Richie blinked.

“Heavy stuff,” Richie croaked, Eddie stifled a giggle.

“Yea I know.” They broke away and sat down again. “But he was in love with Beverly so I guess he knows a thing or two. All I’m saying is that every time I see you I just get so overwhelmed, my heart does this weird fluttery thing and at first I thought I was dying.”

“Oh shit me too, fuck Eds are we dying?” Richie asked concerned. Eddie shook his head smiling. How did he live before meeting this boy?

“No, no, apparently that’s what you feel when you love someone. And if you’re with that person then the fluttering stops eventually and you’re just calm for once and happy.”

Richie felt hope swell in his chest for the first time in months as he watched Eddie’s hand float over his own on top of the box of cookies. Could this be it, was he in love with Eddie and the stress weighing down on his shoulders could finally disappear? Richie bent his fingers and rested Eddie’s hand in his own giving it a squeeze.

“Now I think Bill is mostly crazy, and I don’t think I love you. But I do like you kind of a lot, more than anyone I’ve met in the world, that must mean something.”

“Ugh goddamnit,” Eddie sighed looking at Richie’s face disappointed. Richie blinked.

“What ‘ugh goddamnit’? We’re having a fucking moment here Eds.” Eddie laughed.

“No it’s just you have cookie crumbs all over your face,” Eddie said picking out a tissue from the table.

“Shit, where?”

“Just close your eyes it’s all over your face I’ll get it.”

Richie obeyed without argument, he wouldn’t have the first real moment he was having with Eddie Kaspbrak be ruined by some sort of mess on his face. Then suddenly he felt a gentle pressure on his lips that didn’t feel at all like a tissue. Opening his eyes he saw Eddie’s face closer than he had ever imagined a person’s face could be.

Holy shit we’re kissing, this is a kiss what the shit?

He moved the cookie box aside and shifted himself closer closing his eyes again as he found that it was actually easier to kiss that way. Eddie pulled himself away to see if he’d gone too far with this whole kiss thing only to see Richie smiling wider than he had ever seen before.

Richie held the sides of Eddie’s face gently and went in again, this time in a way where their noses weren’t squashed together. After a few minutes of trying different things they pulled and leaned against each other and the pale blue wall, breathing a bit heavier than before.

“That was fantastic,” Richie laughed lightly. He didn’t think he’d ever been so happy in his life.

“Oh my gosh you wouldn’t believe it, that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Eddie said. Richie looked over amazed at the unbelievably smug boy sitting next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Yea I take it back I love you,” Richie said, Eddie kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too.”

Mine - Yoongi Scenario



Genre: Smut / Fluff

Summary: Things heat up at the Halloween Party you were invited to by a friend Yoongi doesn’t particularly like - basically jealous Yoongi.

Word Count: 1,651

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The Bangtan Boys react to you having a problem with your appearance...


You were trying to fit into a new, tight-fitting dress that you’d bought a little while earlier whilst Yoongi was lying on the bed, his back to you as you changed.

The dress had looked so stunning on the mannequin – why did it look so strange on you?

You shifted this way and that in the mirror in an attempt to find a flattering angle, but – from your perspective anyway – all of the wrong curves were being accentuated, the straps were permanently wonky and your legs looked out of place…

“I look awful in this dress,” you announced, and Yoongi took that as a hint to turn around. His brown eyes fell on you immediately, and he struggled to keep his usual cool facial expression as his mind registered how beautiful you looked. And then he remembered what you had said, and his mouth opened in shock.

“Awful?” he repeated, confused by the word. It wasn’t a word that he would ever have dreamed of associating with you. As you turned in the mirror, your face contemplative, he pulled a doubtful expression. “In what way?”.

“In every way,” you tried to explain, whilst Yoongi continued to stare at you in wonder. “It doesn’t look right on me, Yoongi”.

“Well, you’re wrong,” he stated matter-of-factly, his voice low.

“I’m wrong?” you asked, smiling despite yourself. He hummed in confirmation.

“Y/N – you’re my favourite person in the world. So please don’t offend me by insulting yourself”. You gave him a dumbfounded look, and he smirked at you.

“Yoongi,” you said, laughing.

“You look amazing. You always look amazing – in that dress… in everything”. You paused, your cheeks instantly flushing. Your eyes met, and he turned away shyly when he saw your loving smile. “Hurry up and get dressed already, Y/N”.


You and Hoseok had decided to go for a walk (Hoseok had decided to go for a walk) because it was a nice day and being locked up inside seemed like such a waste.

You’d now been walking for a while, and although you loved spending time with your amazing boyfriend… you were getting kind of tired, to say the least.

“Can we go back now, Hobi?” you asked sweetly, pouting involuntarily when he turned to look at you.

The sun was shining on him, which made him look even more handsome when he smiled at you.

“Are you getting tired, Jagi?” he asked, concerned enough to stop walking and turn back to get a better look at you. He had to crouch down a bit to see your face when you looked shamefully down at the ground, and he pulled your chin up with his finger, his brilliant smile warming your heart.

“How about I give you a piggyback-ride!”. It wasn’t exactly a question but more of an excited exclamation. Your heart seemed to halt. “I’ll carry you back home, Y/N. That way you don’t have to-“.

“I’m too heavy!” you insisted just as he was leaning down to begin. “I’ll probably break your back, Hobi”. You tried to sound jokey, but Hoseok could hear the self-doubt in your voice.

Standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, he let out a little sigh.

“You,” he started, as if he didn’t know where to. “You are not ‘heavy’, Y/N”. He laughed at the word, but when he saw you were still serious, he made it his mission to make you smile.

He quickly kissed your lips, surprising you, and he tightened his grip around your waist so that you were practically hugging, which made you giggle finally.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful”. He hesitated, and you blushed at his honest tone. “We can just hold hands, if you’re really that worried”.


You and Namjoon were in his room, somewhat relaxing. Well, you were pretty relaxed – Namjoon was working on a new song whilst you curled up beside him, your oversized hoody and your boyfriend’s presence both keeping you warm.

His concentrating face was so beautiful that honestly, you’d been staring at it for a while now.

Sitting up to stretch, your eyes found your reflection in the mirror, and you made a disapproving sound when you saw your hair – in your opinion, it was spiralling out in all the wrong directions, rebelling against your supposed hairstyle.

“Ugh,” you said aloud, momentarily trying to tame it before giving up. “My hair looks a mess”.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, stopping his work for a moment to stare at the same reflection. Your eyes met in the mirror and he smiled bashfully, his dimples showing as he looked back down at his work. “You look beautiful”.

“Um, but you have to say that,” you half-laughed, half-deadpanned. His compliments were frequent and never short of sweet, but today you just didn’t see what he was seeing. “It’s all weird and wrong – what happened to it?”.

Namjoon’s deep laugh sounded beside you.

“But I love it, baby”.

“You have to say that, too”. Groaning in frustration, you broke eye contact with the girl in the mirror and threw yourself back down beside him.

Namjoon could see that this was upsetting you, and he hated the thought of you being upset.

He put his work aside for a minute, slouching down to be at level with you and enveloping you into a hug. He kissed your cheek softly and you laughed as though he had told a very funny joke.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice so low it gave you tingles. “If you don’t like your hair, you can do something new to it. You can do whatever you want to it and I’ll still love you. No matter what you do, Y/N, I’ll still love you”.


You were relaxing outside with Jin since the weather was so nice today, sat in between his legs with his arms wrapped around your waist, giving you a sort of on-top-of-the-world kind of feeling.

“Ooh!” you randomly exclaimed, reaching for your phone as the idea struck you. “Let’s get a picture”.

He was so handsome and beautiful that you felt unmatched to him in all of the selcas you took together, but it was still fun to do.

“Are you sure you want to compete with this face, Y/N?” he joked, kissing your cheek as you readied your camera. “Last chance,” he sang, and you nudged him slightly as you giggled fondly.

“If we pull funny faces I’ll probably feel better,” you admitted, raising your phone up as you spoke… but then you saw it.

A spot – on the very centre of your nose.

“Oh, my god”. Jin was confused as you bought the camera closer to yourself to get a better look – it was so strikingly obvious against your skin. “Oh gosh it’s so ugly and gross!”.

“What are you talking about, Jagi?”.

You turned in his lap to show him your face, pointing accusingly at the spot that had ruined your moment completely. He had to squint to see what you were talking about, but as soon as he saw it… his loud and distinct laugh sounded immediately and didn’t stop for a while. You had no idea what was so funny, but Jin’s laugh always made you smile – at least a bit.

“It’s not funny, Seokjin – it’s quite serious”. He stopped laughing when he realised that you were still fussing over it – he could never understand when you got like this. From where he was sat… you looked like the most beautiful girl in the world, even with your smile set into a frown right now.

“Jagi”. He pulled you back in for a cuddle, sighing as he thought of something to say. “Ah, you really should have more confidence in yourself – if I think you look beautiful, you should know it’s true”. You finally managed a laugh, which made him feel very accomplished.

He placed a gentle kiss on your nose, which made you laugh even harder.

Beautiful,” he reminded you, raising an eyebrow. You blushed and looked away from his intense gaze. “Now – are we still taking a selfie? Or do you want to go get something to eat, because I know I do”.

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I can’t begin to tell you all how many nerves I had watching this scene, look at him. He wants this. He wants to win this so bad, but he’s been so out of it because of all that’s happened. Look at the intense stare, the nervous scrunch of his eyebrow. (And he is still so, so gorgeous.)

This is the face of a man who doesn’t know he is about to break a world record.

the entirety of my nervous breakdown incl. all the tears (thanks ep 12)/10

Making Friends

Jughead Jones x Reader

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine on this blog, so I hope you all like it! I hope to be able to post a new imagine daily, but we’ll just have to see where things go from here. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is one of the most well known girls in Riverdale. On the cheer squad, invited to all the parties, liked by all the jocks… But one day, in the student lounge, she does something…unexpected. All Jughead wants to know is: why?
Word Count: 1122


Reggie was an asshole. No one could deny that. But today, for some reason, he was being exceptionally asshole-ish.
“And Sheriff Keller’s grilling me, Mantle the Magnificent. ‘Cause I’d want Blossom dead. When he was, like, the only good quarterback we had,” Reggie comments. I don’t even attempt to hide the eye-roll I give him.
“I mean, let’s think about it. If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? Now, let’s be honest. Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak… like Jughead?”
Now that caught my attention. Jughead? Really? I don’t really know him too well, but he’s always seemed like a cool guy to me. There was no logical reason to drag him into this. But that’s the thing about Reggie, I guess. He doesn’t even know what logic is.
“What was it like, Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after?”
I looked over at Jughead to see him leaning against the wall, rolling his eyes. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie, can you spell it?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that slips past my lips. Reggie looks back at me, then turns to face Jughead. He leaps over the couch, saying, “Come here, you little-”
“Oh, come on, Reggie,” I say loudly. His head whips back around to look at me, so I continue.
“What are you doing here? Putting on a little display of power because he hurt your feelings?” My eyes flick over to Jughead, and I see the ghost of a smile dance across his lips. I stand up, gathering my things. “Really, it’s kind of pathetic, if I’m being honest,” I tell him. “You have to be a jerk to other people to feel good about yourself, and then when they don’t let you make them feel bad, you get yourself suspended from school because you have to hit them to make sure your little posse doesn’t think less of you?” I shrug, making eye-contact with him. “Personally, I like Jughead,” I smile. “He’s different. Honest. Real,” I say, avoiding his gaze. “And he’s nothing like you,” I spit. His eyes widen. Then, I give him my sweetest smile, and say, “But that’s just my opinion.” I flip my hair over my shoulder and strut out of the room, everyone’s eyes on me.


I opted out of the party at Cheryl’s tonight. On top of the fact that I really didn’t feel like going anyway, I don’t think people have gotten over the whole scene with Reggie from earlier today. Cheryl Blossom’s house is really the last place I want to be right now.
That’s why I came to Pop’s instead. The smell of fries wafting through the air hits me as soon as I walk in to the little diner. I pull out a seat at the bar, and order some fries with a chocolate milkshake. After a few minutes of waiting, my food is delivered to me. I begin dipping my fries in my shake when somebody comes over and sits down next to me, stealing some of my fries. I look up to find the one and only Jughead, laptop and all, looking at me curiously. I mimic his facial expression, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at him intensely.
“Why did you do that?” he asks sternly.
“Do what?” I reply, copying his tone of voice.
“You know what,” he tells me, rolling his eyes.
“Put Reggie in his place, you mean?” He doesn’t respond, just takes more of my fries and looks at me expectantly. “It was the truth,” I say with a shrug. “He’s a jerk and I’m tired of his shit. So called him out on it,” I finish, looking him in the eyes.
“Yes, but he’s a jerk all the time, to everyone. So why today?” he presses.
I tuck my hair behind my ear. “He was being an asshole. He called you out for no reason. It was ridiculous.”
“You don’t even know me. I could really be some- how did he put it- serial killer fanboy freak?”
For a second, I think that might be a smirk on his face. “Well,” I tell him, “that would be a shame.”
“Why’s that?” he asks quizzically.
“Because that would mean that I’d have to admit that Reggie was right, which would probably crush my soul.”
A real smile graces his features, and he even laughs. “You know, you’re not like them,” he tells me. I raise my eyebrows in question. “Like those other popular kids you’re always around. They’re nothing like you.”
“As in they’re bitches and I’m not?” I ask playfully, taking a sip of my shake. Again, the corners of his mouth twitch upward in a half-grin.
“Kind of, yeah, I guess. You’re just…not what I expected you to be,” he says honestly.
“And what did you expect? Some snobby, stuck-up rich bitch who doesn’t care about other people?”
“Not exactly…” he says unconvincingly.
I scoff. “Sorry to disappoint.”
He gives me that “really?” look, tilted head and all, and I just grin.
“I just hate that people assume the kind of person I am based on the people they see me around. They don’t even know me.”
“Well, I’m getting to know you,” he says, “and you’re definitely not like them.”
I smile and pretend to glance down at a watch that I’m not wearing. “Look at us, Jones. Our first fight and make up in under a minute. I think we could really pull this off.”
He smirks. “Pull what off?”
“Anything,” I tell him, my eyes gleaming with excitement. “But when you have something specific in mind, let me know.”
He stares at me for a second, then says, “How about friends?”
I smile at him. “Friends it is then.”
And that’s that. We sit there at Pop’s, my new friend Jughead and I, sipping on milkshakes and sharing fries. And I finally realize what it’s like to have a real friend.

walking in the rain (m) : myg

Originally posted by yoongichii

request:  can you do a fluffy scenario where you like to play in the rain but Suga finds it childish and you convince him to play in the rain with you and he ends up having a lot of fun (maybe at the end a little smutty but you can do it if you want) I hope this isn’t too much I love your blog <3

word count: 1.9k

author’s note: i’m reposting everything i have written on hoseoksgal onto this new, writing blog. well … this took a turn. this is very overdue and by no means fluffy at all but it is what it is… -ally


Another groan. Another giggle.

Yoongi couldn’t help but be annoyed at the weather. Even more so he was annoyed with the fact that you would not stop playing in it. You tried to persuade him to join you, but he just shook your hand off of him, sighed, and continued walking.

It was understandable why he was upset. Walking home from his studio the day before his mixtape release would be stressful on anyone. But you couldn’t understand why he was taking it out on you. Throughout the entire day he had just seemed so irritated by every little thing you had done, even snapping at you for dropping the cap of your water bottle. This day was supposed to be one filled with excitement as the final preparations for his mixtape were finished with. But no, instead it was a dreadful day just walking in the rain.


“Min Yoongi,” you stopped right in front of him. “I know you’re stressed but please try and have fun with me. Today is a celebration, if anything. Not just another day for you to be grumpy.”

The only response was not. You were right and he hated to admit it to himself. But that wasn’t going to stop him from being annoyed with the weather. He looked towards the sky, today of all days.


He absolutely would not let himself admit how cute you were being right now. You were wearing a black dress that he bought you, instantly making it one of his favorites. He would also not admit the tightening in his pants when you twirled a little too hard and your underwear was exposed. There was no way in hell he was going to join you in your silly actions.

But he did.

Now the sounds of splashing were coming from the two of you together. It was something that no one would have ever thought of doing. Dancing with Min Yoongi of all people, outside, in the rain. Giggling to yourself at the thought, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh my god. You look so cute!”

“I am not cute whatsoever.” He protested.

“Okay sure.” That was your response as the two of you linked hands while approaching a stop light.

You noticed that Yoongi was looking around. There was no way of telling what he was looking for until the grasp he had on your hand suddenly tightened and he ran you off to an alleyway that was close by.

Before you had a chance to ask what was going on, you were pinned against a wall with a leg between yours and a hand roughly squeezing your ass.

“You think you can parade around here and not expect me to see what you’re doing? You didn’t wear shorts under that dress on purpose. I specifically bought it for you because it was short, and now you decide to tease me with it? What am I going to do about this, hm? Those were the only words you heard before he left you standing there in a puddle of your own wetness.

Turning around to look at you, he cocked his head to the side as if asking if you were coming. There was no way you were passing up a chance like this. Finally, you thought, your ploy actually worked and you were once again going to see the dominate side of your boyfriend you constantly longed for. It wasn’t like Yoongi avoided showing this side of him to you, it was more that he was just a gentle being in everything he did, including activities in the bedroom. Hell, you even had to ask him to tie you up the first time because the foreign thought never even crossed his mind. You even felt a little bad. You knew the stress he was under, but you also knew that this would help him in more ways than one. He would finally be able to release some of the pent up anger he had residing in him over the past few months. Despite the feelings of guilt, you were happy for whatever was to come.

Finally reaching the house, Yoongi only demanded, “Upstairs. You know the routine.” before you even had a chance to take your shoes off.

“Yes Sir,” you answered.

Walking up the stairs you did a little jump out of excitement. It was happening after who knows how long, and it was going to be intense. Stripping off your clothes and walking over to the drawer that held your best lingerie you debated if you even needed any. Chances are that it would be ripped off as soon as he walked in the bedroom so you decided against it. Instead, you placed the choker on your neck that you knew was his favorite and assumed your regular position on the bed. Face down, ass in the air. The spanking you were in for would be brutal, but it didn’t matter.

“Would you like to tell me why,” he entered the room, “you thought it was a good idea to tease me, today of all days? Kitten, you know I don’t appreciate it.” He took off his belt and set it on the bed next to you, now only in his boxers.

“Have an answer for me?” He was not behind you, one hand on the belt, the other on your lower back. “I’m going to take that as a no, then.”


The sound of the belt against your porcelain skin rang out through the room. Mixed along with the sound of your moans and Yoongi’s breathing.


“The sooner you answer me, the sooner the fun starts.” You knew that. You also knew you didn’t have an answer for him. There was no way of just stating you did it because you wanted to, that wouldn’t satisfy him.


“Since it looks like you don’t have an answer for me, I’ll stop for now.” You let out a sigh. The spanking was quite enjoyable if you were honest, but there was no way of telling how far he would go. Especially tonight.

Flipping you over so you were now laying on your back, he grabbed your collar and forced you to the floor. Right in front of you was what you had been waiting for. At that moment the only sight you wanted to see was him. Every inch of him. Slowly pulling down his boxers for you and taking his length into his hand, he tapped the tip onto your mouth waiting for you to open. When you finally did, he instantly moaned out of relief.

“That’s my girl.”

Bobbing your head along his length, you could almost feel him twitching inside of your mouth. It hadn’t even been that long since the two of you had had sex but he was a sensitive one and always had been.

“That’s enough.” You released him from your mouth and nodded with a sly smile.

“You’re smiling because you’re getting what you want, huh?” You only nodded.

Next thing you knew, he roughly grabbed you by your arm and threw you on the bed. With a squeal of excitement leaving your mouth, the thoughts in your head of what was to come next only left you dripping, even more than you already were.

“So wet already,” he said while slowly climbing on top of you. “Do I even need to play with you? It seems like you’re ready for me now.”

“Please,” you moaned. “Please touch me. It’s been too long since we’ve been like this. I’m desperate.”

And you really were. There were countless times you had snuck off while he was in bed just to touch yourself. Anything to help you push away the naughty thoughts of him that you had in your head. He was too much without even knowing it sometimes.

“Only if you’re a good girl.”

Then with warm heavy hands, he spread your thighs open. The wetness from your sex now dripping down your thighs. He could see that and he smiled. Slowly dipping his head down until it was parallel to the place you wanted him to touch you that most. With hungry eyes, Yoongi’s mouth began attacking your clit. He was relentless in his licks and would not stop even if you begged him to although you never would. Just as you were about to hit your climax, he stopped.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, “Come back.”


He got up from his position and began to look at you intensely. With one eyebrow up and a hand on his chin he finally spoke, “How should I take you? Hm? From the back, maybe with you on top? You decide.”

Knowing that no matter what position you picked he would eventually take you the way he wanted, you chose to be on top at first. Hoping to get a little more satisfaction out of him than usual.

Moaning out of pleasure as you slowly rested down on his length, you began to ride him. Slowly at first until you saw him getting irritated at your movements.


“You better pick up the pace before I decide to change things.”

Nodding in agreement you began to bounce faster. The pleasure erupting from your core was indescribable. A mix between your clit rubbing against Yoongi’s skin with each downward movement, and the feeling of Yoongi’s length inside of you had you almost in shambles. It was almost too much stimulation and you two had just begun. Noticing the increased moans coming from your mouth, Yoongi reached down and began rubbing your clit.

“It’s too much.”

“Too bad.” He continued until tears began to form. “Time to switch.”

He grabbed you by the hips and put you to the side of the bed motioning for you to get to the center and flip on your stomach. Abiding by his rules you did just that. This was a position Yoongi often favored, since he was now able to control your movements.

Not even waiting for you to adjust, Yoongi had began his quest for ultimate pleasure.

Moans filled the room. The sound of the rain pouring outside and the cracked open window made the atmosphere humid. You were both sweating, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the feelings. It wasn’t only sex that you were exploring, it was a new side of each other neither of you had seen before.

Skin continued to writhe against itself and Yoongi began picking up the pace. You could tell he was close. His groans were getting even louder and he had even grabbed your hair.

“Yoongi,” you moaned.

“Hold it.”

Respecting his wishes you held off your climax for as long as you could. Expecting him to take longer you were surprised when the two of you came at the same time. It was something that had never happened before.

“Oh my god,” you breathed as you flopped down on the mattress. “What just happened?”

Getting nothing but a groan from Yoongi, you looked over to him and patted his cheek.

“Cheer up buttercup. The sun is shining, birds are chirping and your mixtape is sure to be a hit.”


dtappreciationweek favourite performance - Hamlet.

His performance in this was incredible - desperation, comedy, gentleness, insanity, intensity.  It literally had everything, and I loved it.

She’s dreaming [M]

Genre: Smut 

Lenght: 718 words 

Pairing: Kang Daniel x Reader 

Summary: Kang Daniel never loved to wake up early on his days off, not until that day…

A/N: I really liked to write this one, I’ve tried to write more on daniel’s point of view, I hope it came out good! -Vely 

Originally posted by apple-pudding

Kang Daniel usually likes to sleep when he has days off, he sees it like a sort of reward for his hard work as an idol. That day was one of his days off but unlike the usual ones he didn’t sleep all day, instead he woke up pretty early. Probably because it was one of the rare moments where he could stay with you. You were an idol like him and due to your new solo album you couldn’t spend time with him. He didn’t say anything, he just laid there and watched you sleep peacefully. He found you very cute, you were wearing one of his shirt that made you look so small. He was watching you intensely when he saw it: your eyebrows furrowed a bit and your lips parted slightly.

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Strike Two (Part 9 of Curve Ball)

Originally posted by he-is-the-best-part-of-me

Summary: An accidental collision. Lucky shoes. Baseball lessons. As much as they might try to deny it, fate seemed to be working to bring Derek and Y/N together. But being in each other’s lives could prove to be more complicated than either one of them bargained for.

Author’s Note: FINALLY! It is here, y’all!!! I know it has been an eternity since I updated this series, but it is finally written and I couldn’t love this part more. I really hope you guys like it, please let me know! Meanwhile, enjoy ;)

As always, a HUGE thank you to my co-pilot on this series, @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales!!! She is so amazing to work with and always such great ideas!!! I can’t even say thanks enough <3

Warnings: Language; a lot of feels

Tags: @wheresthekillswitch, @urwarriorangel, @palaiasaurus64, @melanie451, @houseofrahl, @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one, @splashofbi, @livinglife-dsa, @miaforeverblue


“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Stiles’ voice broke me out of my stare and I slowly turned my head to look at him, eyes wide and lips sucked between my teeth as I grunted out a ‘hm?’ He blinked at me several times before averting his gaze to the spot I was so tethered to only moment ago.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’ve just been…distracted.”

“I’ll say,” he snorts, earning a glare. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

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Sam Winchester x Reader - It’s Hard Being an Agent

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Imagine finding a case in a university in Pasadena, California, and having to interview Sheldon and co. Unfortunately, Sheldon makes it difficult to talk to. 
Beta’d by the wonderful @senselesssamii <3

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A/N: For @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ ‘s favorite things challenge - my prompt was the Big Bang Theory, but I’ve set it before Bernadette and Amy are introduced x I also did something a little different with the format of this one, so feedback on it would be appreciated x

Word Count: 2,326
Warnings: none x 

“Found a case!” Sam’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as he slaps a few sheets of paper onto the wooden table in front of you.

“Where?” You ask, looking over the evidence photos and case files.
“Pasadena, California. Looks like the cops are already looking into it, though,” Sam replies.

“What do you think it is?” You ask. “From here, it looks like a vengeful spirit, but get this: it’s in a University and so far, it’s only killed scientists from there,” Sam explains. You nod along to what he says.

“Any witnesses?” You ask, wondering if you have to prepare yourself for any major social interaction with a stranger. 
“Yeah, actually - one of the scientists working in the lab at the time; his name is Dr. Sheldon Cooper, and-heh-” Sam pauses to let out a short chuckle. “Apparently, he pulled out one of his lightsabers and started swinging at the ghost,” He smirks.

“So, the witness is a super-nerd-physicist?” You ask, eyebrow raised. Sam nods with a smile across his face.

“Dean’s gonna enjoy this,” You mutter under your breath. “Where did this guy even keep his lightsabers?”

You gather the papers in your hands and stand up. “We’ll go in five?” You ask, earning a nod from Sam, who also gives Dean (who was in his room) a heads up.

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Terminal - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by sombraguerreira

Summary: (Y/N) tells Stiles about her terminal illness.

I snuggle deeper into Stile’s arms as I try to soak everything in. I don’t want to forget any of this. I can smell his musky cologne, feel his warmth on my side, hear his heart beating and his heavy breathing. I look up at him and study his face. His tousled hair looked messy but still sexy and cute at the same time. His lips were pursed and his eyebrows furrowed a he looked intensely at the tv screen. I stayed there, studying him and memorising every bit of him that I could. God I love him. Everything about him. The way he always asks to be the little spoon, how protective over me he is, the way he sings along to songs even if he has no clue what the lyrics are, his face when he’s concentrating really hard, the way he looks right before he falls asleep - so vulnerable and peaceful. 

“What are you lookin at?” Stiles smirks and turns his head towards me before seeing the frown I have on my face. “Woah. Hey, whats up?” He shifted his body to face me completely and paused the movie. I go to open my mouth but nothing comes out. I close it again and begin to cry. “Woah, woah woah. (Y/N), you can tell me anything, you know that. Of course if you don’t want to you don’t have to but I’m here, okay? Always”. Tears begin to fall more rapidly as Stiles encases me in a hug.

“Thats the thing. I don’t know if I’ll always be here.” I say and Stiles pulls away.

“Are you… wanting to break up with me?” He asked softly, obviously hurt.

“No. Never. I just - Stiles, I need to tell you something. I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you when I found out but…” I trailed off. 

“What is it.”

“Stiles, I’m sick. Like, really sick. It’s a degenerative illness that basically rots my brain. Meaning eventually I’m going to forget you. Not only you but everything. All my friends, family, us. And it doesn’t stop there. The disease will keep eating away at my brain until I’m…” I take a deep breath too afraid to finish. 

“Does it hurt?” Stiles asks after a little while. I smile a soft yet broken smile and nod my head slowly. Stiles begins to cry as its finally sunk in. We had planned everything together. Where we were going to college, where we were going to live, our kids names, everything. “Where? Where are you hurting?” I brought his hand to my head and snuggle into it as his thumb wipes away my tears. 

“I’m so sorry Stiles. After everything with your mum I didn’t want to have to put you through something like this again. Which is why I have to go.” I whispered.

“What? No, you’re not leaving me. Please, (Y/N). I need you and you need me”.

“I don’t want you to remember me the way I’m going to be. I want you to remember me how I am now. I want you to remember our first kiss, our first date… our first other things” I giggles and he left out a laugh before sniffling and wiping away his tears.

“I love you so much” He whispered as he stared at me.

“I love you too.” I kissed him deeply. 

“But, surely theres something we can do. I can get Scott to give you the bite. He’d do it. You’re one of his best friends.”

“I wouldn’t want to force that upon him. And what would happen if it didn’t work? I’d die and everyone would carry around a guilt for the rest of their lives. Plus, I don’t want that life. After high school I want us to settle down and live peacefully. I don’t want to spend my whole life running.”

“Then why are you now?” Stiles whispered, hurt. I sighed.

“Stiles, I can’t put you through it. I love you too much.”

“And I love you too much to abandon you when you need me. Stay. Please.” I wrap my arms around Stiles’ waist and hug him tightly. 

Hey everyone! I’ve left it a little bit open ended for your imagination. You have no idea how much I just wanted to write something like ‘(Y/N) got the bite and it worked and they lived happily ever after’ but unfortunately thats not how all stories end. This scenario could be a real life issue for someone. My love goes out to not only everyone reading this but all those that are fighting. Keep fighting and stay strong xx

Warm Me Up Part 7

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He knew it was stupid, but he didn’t care. Those self-destructive tendencies were creeping back in to him, and he was frustrated. Will had said to talk to him if he ever felt upset, but how was Nico supposed to talk to him when he was upset because of him?

He drove to Percy’s place and knocked on the door rapidly. Percy opened it, and immediately, guilt coated his features. He opened his mouth and Nico stopped him. “I don’t want to hear it,” he interrupted. “I just need the bottle of Bailey’s in your fridge. Now.”

Percy blinked in surprise and let him in. He went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle for him. “Nico, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt-”

“Oh my God,” Nico groaned. “Look, I don’t care. You were incredibly shit-faced and all I did was send you to sleep. I can handle Annabeth losing her shit with me. This isn’t about you! It hasn’t been for a long time, okay?”

Percy’s green eyes were wide with shock and his cheeks were pink. He lowered his gaze and nodded solemnly before Nico left. He went back to the university, exchanging his car for his motorcycle and tucked the bottle under the seat.

It was early, but the sky was dark. He went to a dirt road a few miles away. It was often used for lame street races for amateur cars and drivers who thought they were Vin Diesel. Nico liked it for his bike. He went around it once, getting the feel of the terrain. Then he pulled out the Bailey’s and drank from it, setting it down near a tree before kicking off again. He sped up and tried the makeshift ramp, which only resulted in him losing his balance and falling with his motorcycle on top of him.

He groaned, but after taking a few deep breaths, he was able to pull himself up and get going again. He tested his speed, sloppily tried to do tricks, and constantly fell off. He disposed of his jacket, feeling exhilarated with the rush of riding and each time he fell, the rocks would scrape his skin, or his motorcycle would burn him, the metal hot from the engine. Usually, he’d fall a few feet away from his bike, but he didn’t mind. And the more he drank the more reckless he became.

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Code Red

This is based on a prompt sent to @omeliafics

Prompt : In the season 13 finale I’ve heard that there might be a fire, could someone write something where Amelia rescues Owen and she like gets really worried? Hurt/comfort/fluff?

p.s. Thanks to Fran @francescabuccino for helping me to proofread this chapter, and for the title suggestion. You’re the best! <3

p.p.s Sorry for the longer intervals in between my fic updates lately- I’ve been busy with my new clinic ;)

 Amelia smiled to herself when she received the page from Owen to the ER. Although it meant that she had another case to review in the ER right after scrubbing out from an emergency craniotomy and blood clot evacuation and she didn’t mind if this enabled her to see her husband again.

 Only a couple of hours had passed since she last saw him in the ER, when she was reviewing the patient who required the emergency surgery. But it was a busy couple of hours which seemed to drag on and she wished to see him again. Today was one of the rare days whereby both of them were on call and just being able to see Owen always made her calls better.

 It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, after the negative pregnancy test, she freaked out at the prospect of being pregnant again and ran away from him, leaving him an ambiguous note which just told him that it was not his fault. She ended up staying at Stephanie’s, then at Meredith’s. She just couldn’t bear to face Owen and his hope of starting a family with her. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and that the possibility of her being pregnant with another anencephalic baby was too much for her to bear.

Her biggest regret was yelling at Owen’s face that she didn’t want a baby and telling him that she would love to know how suffocated Cristina felt by him. She didn’t know then how much her words hurt him, like piercing a dagger through his heart.

 They were both hurt and confused. Owen couldn’t understand why Amelia suddenly changed her mind about having babies when she was totally on board the idea just a couple of weeks prior to that. Amelia meanwhile just couldn’t bring herself to tell Owen the whole story about her unicorn baby and how it made her so afraid to have another baby. It was a total communication breakdown on both of their parts.

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