was open and honest about his feelings towards Amy from almost the very start
didn’t try to sabotage her existing relationship
didn’t lie to her about his feelings except once but then he felt bad and told her the truth the same day
tried to move on in a healthy manner, accepting that she was taken
dated someone else and didn’t immediately dump her and try and get with Amy once Amy became available (seriously it bugs me so much when characters do this. If you’re just using a relationship as a stopgap until your preferred partner becomes available, DON’T BE IN THAT RELATIONSHIP!!)
didn’t tell Dave not to ask her out even though he liked her because he knew it wasn’t fair to her - “I can’t go around telling guys not to ask Amy out because I like her and I’m too dumb to do anything about it"
never once tried to control her or emotionally manipulate her to be with him and was open and upfront about his feelings
when they actually became a couple, is completely committed & in love with her and is willing to make sacrifices for their relationship like moving into her apartment because he realises it’s important to her and would make her happy
in the episode where she’s undercover in the prison and he keeps interfering bc he’s worried about her getting hurt he doesn’t try to make her leave bc he can’t handle it and instead accepts that he’s the one that needs to take himself off the case bc he knows she can handle it by herself and him being there is only hindering her progress because he can’t stop worrying
isn’t afraid of her becoming more successful than him - is really supportive of her taking the sergeant’s exam which could result in her outranking him and even becoming his boss bc "You can’t be afraid to be successful, you’re too good for that” and “I’ve always known you were gonna be my boss”
READ HARRY POTTER JUST BECAUSE HE KNEW SHE LOVED THEM SO WANTED TO ENJOY THEM WITH HER
tl;dr jake peralta is one of the best male tv protagonists & boyfriends of all time and peraltiago is literally the healthiest and best relationship ever and has given me unrealistic romance expectations for life
Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol
Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!
The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.
Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.
Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.
Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.
“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”
“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.
Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.
You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.
Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.
Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.
“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.
“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”
“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.
Soon enough, Monday rolled around.
School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.
Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.
You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.
Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.
“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.
“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.
“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.
You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.
Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.
“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.
Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.
But they did. Just your luck.
“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”
Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.
“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.
Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.
“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”
Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.
“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”
Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”
“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.
“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”
“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.
“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”
“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.
“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.
“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”
- 6 months later -
Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.
Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.
“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”
“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”
“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”
Here you go@jimincentric and the other anon who asked for the long, mpreg Jikook fanfics! I tried my best to find my favourites, so I apologise if you’ve already read them? (Almost all of mine are bottom Jimin, too, so I’m sorry if you wanted something more diverse.)
(I had a hard time finding ones that were long, so please bare with me.)
(This is going to be so, so long. I literally have like, 400 bookmarks that I went through and found my favourites from. And also, I’m sorry if I don’t mention you! I didn’t want this to take me all night.)
Before I start listing off fics, make sure you check out these authors for their Jikook fics. (Also it’s more convenient so that I don’t have to keep listing off multiple fics from the same author.)
(Okay. That’s it. And wow, can I just say that this took me so long! I really, really hope you all enjoyed this and found some new readings to keep you busy! I love you all so, so much! And also, thank you for being such amazing friends and actually making it this far?)
(A chance meeting with a stranger at a bar helps
you recover from a bad breakup.)
Warnings: 11000+ words of mostly sex stuff. Bad ex boyfriends. People doing inadvisable
things. Listen up kids: in real life you
should be more cautious about who you let take naked pictures of you! Lots and
lots of sex. If you’ve read my stuff
before, you know the drill.
You thought it would be fun to work in sales
after you graduated from university; you would travel around the country,
meeting new people, holding meetings in fancy high rise office buildings in big
cities, wining and dining clients at gourmet restaurants while you closed deals
and made boatloads of money. The reality was that you were selling
industrial wastewater management systems, making a moderate income, while
traveling four days a week to factories and chemical refineries in some of the
least glamorous locations on earth. You didn’t mind the work itself, but
the evenings alone in small town hotel rooms were dull and disheartening, so
you would frequently head out to a local movie theater or neighborhood bar to
distract yourself from the loneliness on the road.
It was pouring down rain outside and you decide
to run to the closest place you could find to grab a drink, rather than risk
driving around and getting lost. That’s how you found yourself sitting
alone at the bar of the Applebee’s restaurant that was adjacent to your hotel,
sipping on something called a Blue Hawaiian, in a town you couldn’t even
remember the name of.
Unruly children sat with their families having
dinner in the nearby booths, while innocuously bland pop songs played overhead.
You took one sip of the cloyingly sweet blue cocktail in front of you and
immediately regretted your decision to come here tonight. Given the lousy week
you had experienced, you would have been better off drinking cheap whiskey at a
dive bar filled with unapologetic alcoholics. Here, the family friendly
atmosphere mixed with the empty promises of a fruity cocktail that was designed
to trick you into thinking you were on a tropical island vacation instead of in
your real life. Your real crappy life.
You had totally blown the sale today. The
clients had a million questions about the technical specifications of the
products you were trying to sell, but you kept tripping over your words and
making yourself sound like an idiot. You blamed your poor work
performance on lack of sleep. And you blamed the lack of sleep on your
boyfriend, David. Actually, he was your ex-boyfriend now. After
more than a year together, you dumped him for cheating on you.
He claimed he was faithful, but you were certain
he was lying. He never picked up his phone when you called him from out
on the road. He would eventually call you back, but his stories about
where he was and what he was doing always sounded a little off. The final
blow came when your friend Stephanie told you she saw him going into a movie
theater with another girl. David claimed Stephanie was mistaken and that
you were just paranoid and jealous for no reason. You wanted to believe
him, but deep down you were sure that Stephanie was right. All the
unresolved questions you had about what David was doing while you were working
could easily be answered if he had been cheating on you. David cried when
you told him it was over, he begged you to reconsider, but you were resolute
and just walked away.
That had been a week ago, and every day since
then, you questioned whether or not you made the right decision. You had
no hard proof that he had been unfaithful. Sure, Stephanie said she saw
him, but she only saw from a distance. Maybe she was mistaken.
Maybe it was just someone who looked like David.
based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.
Basically, this is what happens:
At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.
The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:
“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”
A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says
“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.
The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”
I like to pretend that no one actually died, let’s all be in denial together!
“Come on, Draco. They’re going to love you, I promise.” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist from behind and kissed his cheek, trying to sooth his boyfriend.
“What if they don’t?” Draco asked as he nervously fixed his tie in the mirror. He’d never met the Potter’s before and he was extremely nervous, knowing that their families never got along. “I mean, I’m a Malfoy. You really think they’re going to like me?”
Harry sighed. “I know my mom will love you. My dad might take a while, but he’ll open up eventually.” He turned Draco around and kissed him. Harry smiled at him and softly pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Draco smiled back, what would he do without him? “Oh, and my dad might make really bad jokes, so just ignore him. And also my uncles might be there which would make that worse. I usually tune it out whenever my Dad and Uncle Sirius are in the same room together. Good luck with that.”
“Well, that makes me feel better.” Draco commented sardonically. Harry rolled his eyes and kissed him again.
They Apparated to Godric’s Hollow where Harry’s parents lived. Harry was just about to knock on the door when Draco stopped him. “Wait. Give me a second.” He took a deep breath. Harry put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.
“Hey, can I tell you something?” Draco nodded. “I know for a fact that they’ll love you. You know why?” Draco shook his head. “Because I love you. I love you so much, Draco.”
His boyfriend seemed to calm down a bit. “I love you too, Harry.” They kissed softly, not realising that Lily Potter was standing on the other side of the door, listening. She smiled softly as she heard her son speak so kindly, so full of love. It reminded her of the way James spoke to her before she met his parents.
There was a knock on the door that pulled her out of her trance. James and Sirius ran to open it and Remus walked calmly behind, shaking his head fondly at the two men. Lily opened the door and hugged her son.
“Well, don’t hog him.” James joked. He pulled Harry inside just as Lily let go of him, hugging him and asking how he’d been. Sirius did the same with Draco, pulling him into a headlock and giving him a noogie.
“How’s my favourite nephew doing?” He asked and let Draco go. He stumbled to regain his balance and straightened himself up, fixing his hair. Harry smiled amusedly at the slytherin. He looked like a snake that just wandered into a lion’s den.
“I’ve been good.” Draco answered. “Until you attacked me.” He muttered under his breath.
“Mom. Dad. This is my boyfriend, Draco.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr and Mrs. Potter.” He held out a hand for them to shake. Before Lily shook his hand, she turned to her husband and pointed a finger at him.
“Don’t do it.” She scolded, knowing he was about to mimick Draco’s posh accent. James scoffed like he was going to defend himself, but then thought better of it and closed his mouth.
“Nice to meet you too, Draco. Harry has told us so much about you.” Draco smiled at her, grateful for her kindness. “And this is Sirius, James’s boyfriend-” Harry’s father lightly slapped her shoulder. “I mean, best friend. And the only other sane member of this family besides myself is Sirius’s husband, Remus.” She told him, pointing to where Remus was leaning against the wall. He waved at Draco, smiling lightly at him.
“Or as I like to call him, the second hottest person on earth.” Sirius stated and slung an arm around his husband.
“Who’s the first?” Draco asked.
“Me, obviously.” He said, flipping his hair.
“Woah woah wait.” James interrupted. “You don’t think I’m the hottest person on earth?” He asked, looking offended.
“You’re the third hottest, Prongsy.” Sirius winked at him.
“Boyfriends. Told you.” Lily told Draco in a quiet voice. Draco chuckled softly.
The evening had been quite fun and relaxing. The only thing that bothered Draco was that Harry’s father had never talked directly to him. The night was coming to a close when James pulled Draco aside, Lily eyeing him nervously but he sent her a signal that there was nothing to worry about. It was almost creepy how similar Harry and James looked. Draco felt like he was looking at an older version of his boyfriend. Though Harry’s father didn’t have those bright emerald eyes that he adored so much.
“So, you and Harry are pretty serious, huh?” He asked. Draco nodded, not trusting himself to speak. “He seems to really love you. It reminds me a lot of how Sirius and Remus were when they first got together. I can’t say I’m surprised you ended up together though, he was always talking about you, even before you became friends. Anyway, I just wanted to say welcome to the family.”
Draco smiled. “Thank you, sir.”
“Please, call me James.” He pulled the blonde into a hug.
“Oh are we hugging?” He heard Sirius say and join in. “Hey, Evans! Get in here!” He called out. Lily walked in and laughed.
“Boys, you’re smothering the poor lad.” She said and pulled on her husband so he’d let go.
Remus walked in next. “Come now, Pads. I’m sure Draco has had enough of you for one evening.” Sirius detached himself from his nephew and leeched onto Remus instead.
“Can you ever have enough of me, Moony?”
He laughed and kissed his husband on the cheek. “Definitely.”
Our elven wizard (Dabriian/Dab) and cat rogue (me, Mewtley) were locked in a big building that used to be used as a Lab/Hospital for someone that stole corpses to do “experiments” and we were fighting three of them
Me: I rolled an 8 to attack
DM: That misses.. and the monster you’re fighting rolled an 8 and missed you too. He realizes you both missed by the same amount and looks a little less angry
(when my turn rolls around again)
Me: I assume a 5 is gonna miss
DM: Yeah, and- *sighs* he rolled a 5 too, and looks even less angry
(my turn comes around again)
Me: I want to roll to kiss him
DM: Wha- I mean I guess, I’m only going to let you if you get a good roll-
Me: I rolled a 20.
DM: *sighs* You both kiss and its amazing, you have a new party member now.
As of this point in the campaign he’s still my beautiful bird boyfriend, Eda.
BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:
requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)
A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖
Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go
too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so
handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a
husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment
for being so drop-dead gorgeous.
As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know
what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the
wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge
with your foot.
His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been
together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing
we do now?”
You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at
him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”
Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning.
Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With
one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his
glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that
there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and
help me get the wine glasses.”
That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen
for an emergency make-out session:
“Was there a
reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”
“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”
worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.
Yoongi: Well, this is new.
Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on
his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas
of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape
you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.
But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.
Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of
your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.
You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn
pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.
“What?” he demands.
You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing…
I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”
“Then what do you call this?”
He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your
shirt. “I call this an emergency.”
He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”
Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and
nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold
already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything
really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still,
his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal
box on the highest shelf.
As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he
pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting
your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.
“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.
You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his
direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”
His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”
You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the
aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to
dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.
Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.
“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s
brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed?
Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.
You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching
fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”
That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders
sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one
step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above
you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just
because you wanted it.
And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?”
“I think it was.”
“Well. I love you too.”
Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his
Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday
morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.
Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him
pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance
of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s
time to wreak some havoc.
The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.
“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.
“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr,
settling yourself in his lap.
The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms
underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is
serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.
Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he
kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just,
please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”
Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly
when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly
when you need him.
Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung,
smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need –
need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.
Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and
rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.
He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You
“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”
“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss
on his unsuspecting lips.
With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for
you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch
you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate
sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”
“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray
speck of chocolate from your chin.
you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can
control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas
and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your
Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you
learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing
secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to
touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How
were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the
planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to
hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’
he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so
much as glanced in your general direction.
Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem,
crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you
could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes
of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.
Seated in the back row, you can share a
bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook
can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie
heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of
Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck,
knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is
better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that
Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.
warnings: smut, violence, swearing. that’s pretty much it. also, it may contain some physical descriptions that might not fit yours. :)
Imagine: Five years has passed; now it’s time to face yours biggest fears and try to save the people you love.
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in the past five years, had learnt a few tricks on sneaking out of
her house to meet up with Kol Mikaelson, her best friend and, as it
was bound to happen, caring boyfriend too. It had to be a hidden
relationship, though, for his parents could never know she still remained so
close to him.
A couple of months ago, his mother, Esther,
decided to forbid their friendship. According to the brown haired
boy, she said it was way too dangerous to be close to such a wicked
family as the Hales; he could get hurt and the great matriarch could
not bear losing another child. Although Henrik’s death was not your
fault, it was horrible to be accused like that.
Taking a deep
breath, Y/N decided to shake those thoughts out of her head. They
brought up a dark side of her: it got her wishing to make the blonde
woman pay for all of that; through torture or maybe even put an end
to her life. Again, this was the vicious wolf speaking; craving
“Kol?” Y/N/N queried, in a whisper.
“Are you in here?”
You should’ve known what he has to keep up with for the rest of the 363 days of the year.
He’s way too good for me. That’s not what I see. I see a boyfriend who’s more than good enough. Someone who has made a pretty mad boy into a pretty happy boy.
i think the reason people never feel the same way about you is because they subconsciously think youre too good for them. i know this sounds weird but i remember i had to break up with my boyfriend because he was literally too perfect and thats probably why everyone sees you as just so friendly bc if your friendship is so loving just imagine you as an s/o like is it even humanly possible to handle that much love?
Hahaha! Awwwwwww that is very very sweet of you to say, but trust me, I am not too good for anyone. That was a very kind attempt to make me feel better about that situation, but I believe it’s that I just don’t meet the standards of the people I’m interested in. I very much try to be the caretaker in a relationship, but I think there’s still much I have to work on.
question, do you play TF2 with chase? if you do, that just makes your relationship even more enviable.
weve played together maybe two or three times and the fact is that i am terrible at video games especially games like tf2 (or anything that involves … guns and shooting people … bullets are so TINY how can i HIT people with them!!) so the times we’ve played have involved him desperately trying to explain to me wht the fuck a pocket medic is while i fight back tears after letting him die for the tenth time in a row because these assholes keep killing my sweet boyfriend and i am too weak and stupid to do anything about it … and yet he still comes back and tries again to teach me … i dont deserve chase hes too good for me