nervously asking your boyfriend to spend the night for the first time

Vanilla (M) || Dom!Jimin Smut

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Genre: SmUuUuuT || Fluff (?) at the end || Dominant!Jimin
Word Count: 5.6k of pure fiLTH
Warnings: Hair pulling, light spanking, light choking, overstimulation, fingering, a lot of dirty shit okok prepare yo self

Description: Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one.
With you missing him for three months due to his schedule, all you wanted was to spend his first night back with him. When that doesn’t go to plan, you end up spewing shit about your sex life with Jimin – or better yet, your lack of one.

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❝ You are really perfect ❞

Plot:  You and Jimin fights, he calls you clingy and annoying and says he hates when you steal his clothes. So you begin to act “cold”, because you don’t want to be clingy and annoying, first he didn’t realise you stopped doing that but then he does and feels guilty and sad and you can keep going from that, so he makes it up to you.

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Slighty angst/Fluff in the end 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Everyone at the Big Hit building knew you, so when you came with snacks for everyone they could not do anything but love you even more.  

Immediately one of BTS’ manager told you that they were in the rehearsal room, so smiling you did a deep bow as a thanksgiving and you headed to the rehearsal room.  

It was the first time you visited the new building, but fortunately, a gentle lady pointed you in the direction you had to follow. They were all so polite and kind that you almost felt a rude person in comparison, even though your boyfriend kept saying you were the best person he had ever known.  

Trying not to drop anything, you didn’t want to waste the morning you spent cooking leaving the food on the ground, you’d better squeeze the heat bag in your hand and knocked gently on the blown glass door that divided the rest of the world from the Bangtan.  

A “c'mon” practically screamed at lungs gave you permission to enter and making, even more, attention you opened the door and entered, recognizing immediately Jungkook’s and Taehyung screams that greeted you enthusiastically.  

“Noooooona!” Jungkook ran to help you, perhaps more interested in the food than your presence but you could understand it. Surely they were practicing for hours and they had to be all hungry.  

“Hi Kookie, yes you can bring away the food….” You giggled as you approached the rest of the group, already trying to check what was in the bag. Check and scream of joy, because it was all homemade food and already just opening the zipper the scent was flared out.  

You’d fix better Jimin’s T-shirt you wore, you slipped it into skinny jeans because you were smaller and even lower than him, noticing only at that moment the slightly detached look of your boyfriend. Jimin wasn’t looking at you and it was almost a surprise because his smile was always the first thing to welcome you when you went to spend some time with them.  

“Aigoooo, Y/N, you cook better than Jin Hyung!” The voice of the leader rang in the room, making you laugh as you sat next to the pink-haired boy. You caressed his forearm, but the smile he made was visibly pulled so that you could be worried that something had happened before you arrived.  

He hadn’t touched food yet and didn’t seem intent on doing it, which pushed you to ask him what was going on.  

“Hey.. Something wrong, Chiminnie? ”  

“No.”  

You flinched slightly feeling his blunt response, while with the corner of the eye you would notice Namjoon’s gaze on you. He seemed worried and this did nothing but confirm your concerns.  

“Are you sure..?”  

“Y/N; Stop. I said there’s nothing wrong, can you just worry about your business for once?  

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BRACELET

Imagine starts at 55 seconds.

“You guys having fun?”

The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.

“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.

Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.

Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”

A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”

Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.

“This damn bracelet is annoying.”

Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”

I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.

Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”

After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.

While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”

A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”

Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”

Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.

“What?”

“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.

“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”

“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.

“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.

“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.

I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.

Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”

“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”

The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.

As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”

I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.

“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”

“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.

After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.

“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.

“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.

Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”

“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.

I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.

“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”

With a sigh, I finally decided to just give in and continue with Justin. “And if you feel your sinking….”

Ink my Skin

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Steve wants to draw on Reader’s skin and she doesn’t expect what she sees in the mirror.
Word Count: 1.5k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: none.

Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta! xx

Originally posted by baylee004

As you sat on one of the two armchairs in your bedroom, you tucked your leg under the other while your bare feet rested on the edge of the coffee table. You held your tablet in your hands with your earbuds in your ears, watching your favorite show on Netflix.

You had come back from an assignment only a few hours ago and all you wanted to do was have some time for yourself and your boyfriend, Steve. The breaks from work were rare since you had joined the Avengers a year and a half ago, but the good side was you had found a family and a loving boyfriend.

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Do You Remember?

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by @oh–well-whatever–nevermind

A/N: I loved writing this <3

Stiles: There’s a party tonight at Lydia’s, you want to come with me?

You stared at the text from your best friend, sighing in defeat as you quickly typed a reply, “No.” You knew what would happen if you went to the party with him, he’d spend the first ten minutes joking and laughing with you, then he’d see Malia at the other side of the room, shuffle nervously on his feet as he glanced from you to her and that’d make you roll yours eyes and tell him to ‘go on over to her’. He’d smile, pat you on the back and wander off for the rest of the night; leaving you by yourself.

That’s what it is like now a days, you left alone whilst he ran around with the werecoyote that rudely interrupted your five year plan. You made a plan when you were thirteen, a plan that would make Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, fall in love with you and it was working; god, it was working great until she entered his life. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe you were only meant to be best friends forever.

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.

Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.

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Cherish  [ J.T ]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: 118 and 119 with Jason Todd please Also you’re an amazing writer!!! I love your blog so much

Prompts: 

  • 118: “Are you mad at me?”
  • 119: “Stop ignoring me…”

From This Prompts List

Word Count: 1196

Warnings: ANGST and I kinda wrote Jay a little tiny bit out of character woops

Tagging: @speedypan @chuckennuggets1213 @alwaysinnarnia @just-a-girl-maybe

A/N: I had so much difficulty writing this up because lol this sucks Jason would never. Let me know if you want me to tag you in my works! Also, I really do appreciate feedback!

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“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course I’m mad at you, Jason!” You sigh, slumping down onto the couch of the living room of your shared apartment, running a hand through your hair as you nervously avoid eye contact with your boyfriend. “I never see you anymore. If you’re not on patrol then you’re with her–you’re never home! Never here with me!”

“She’s only a friend, Y/N,” Jason frowns, softly taking a seat beside you with delicate movements. His large and calloused hand lands gently on your knee, fingers curving around the bend of your leg. “I promise.”

You don’t say anything, your eyes trained on the coffee table placed in front of the two of you. It had been longer than you’d liked to admit before you had snapped and yelled at him. In an almost childish move of anger and heartache you had decided to give your best shot at annoying the heck out of Jason by giving him what you hoped would be one of your most stubborn silent treatments.

Minutes pass as you sit in silence, your eyes unmoving from the table as you tried your hardest not to cave in. The man you loved sat beside you, patiently waiting for you to say anything that would reassure him of your love for him. But it didn’t come.

Your eyes water as you remember all the times you had fallen asleep alone. All the times you had woken up without the warmth of Jason’s body curled around yours like you had done so many times weeks before. You hardly remembered the last time you had kissed. You remember the sleepless nights, staying awake as you waited for Jason to come home only to fall asleep and wake up to a vacant apartment.

You remembered the moment Jason had introduced you to his friend. She was beautiful and you hadn’t failed to notice so. You remembered the way she looked at your boyfriend, her gaze longing and filled with almost as much love for him as yours. The girl was the sister of one of Jason’s closer allies and he had been tasked as help to make sure she stayed safe for the first few weeks of her new life in Gotham City. You remembered how you had happily welcomed the thought of Jason helping her settle down.

Your heart ached as you realised that it had almost been two weeks since she moved here. There was no need for Jason to be spending so much time with her. You could only think of one possible reason.

“Stop ignoring me…”

You run your palms over your face, blinking away tears that threatened to fall. Ignoring the pounding of your heart in your chest and the feeling that you were going to spill your insides out, you take a deep breath.
“Just friends?” You ask, your heart breaking as he nods with a blank expression. You almost wince at the lie.

Jason hated this. He knew it was only his fault that he had found himself in this situation. It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you because he really didn’t. A gut wrenching feeling stirred in the pit of his stomach as he cursed at his luck. Of course, just as he broke off whatever had been happening between him and this girl, his relationship with you would come crumbling down on him. It was almost as if he could hear your heart snap.

It tore him apart to think of all the wasted hours that he had spent with her when he could have spent them with you instead. He was so caught up in her that he failed to realise just how much he missed you. Just how much he needed you in his arms.

Jason was too caught up in the idea of her beauty and charm that he had forgotten that he had the most beautiful and most charming person in his world waiting for him to come back home.

“That’s not what Artemis told me, Jason,” Your eyes finally meet his. He noticeably flinches under your gaze. Jason could see the pain and heartache he had put you through. “She told me that the two of you were pretty damn close.”

“Y/N, I need you to listen-”

“No. Jason, I wasted so much time waiting for you to come around. I wasted so much time so that I could give you a chance.” You let your tears fall, the wet substance tasting salty on your lips. “I can’t do this anymore, Jay. I’m tired–I’m so exhausted and I-and I tried so hard to keep moving forward with us but I can’t anymore.”

“Please, Y/N,” Jason’s hands move to take yours into his, his own eyes watering as the scalding words fall from your lips. He wasn’t going to give up. “I-I made a mistake. And dammit, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry, baby.”

“I thought about us, Jason. You–you obviously don’t love me anymore and she-she’s obviously got your heart the way that I once had it.” You let out a quiet sob as you watch him shake his head, tears staining his cheeks as he gazed at you with agonizing eyes. “She must have been able to give you so much more than I could.”

“No. No, don’t say that,” Jason runs a hand through his hair, his blood running cold with fear of the consequences of his mistakes. “I love you and I always will. How could–”

“Her hair is longer. Her eyes are prettier. Her teeth are straighter. Her skin is clearer. Her laugh is cuter. If I were you, I wouldn’t choose me either.”

Jason purses his lips as he pulls you into his chest, his tears falling onto your hair as he cried. He was sure you could hear the cracks forming in his heart, your ear pressed against the positioning of his heart. He scolds himself silently for letting you come to think like this. The amount of pain that had laced your voice was enough to make him want to curl up under the sheets of your shared bed with you held tightly in his arms until the both of you grow old.

“Y/N,” Jason almost hiccups. “You’re so much more than she’ll ever be to me. Yes, she was stunning. Yes, she was beautiful. But she could never compare to you. God, Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise sooner because dammit we were so perfect before I-before I fucked up so badly.”

He lets your tears fall onto his chest, your arms wrapping around him as you curled into him. Jason’s hands hold you tightly, his strong arms pulling you as close to him as possible. Jason was going to make sure you never felt this way again. He wanted you to be the happiest you had ever been with him and this was finally the moment he had realised just how much he needed to cherish you. Jason wouldn’t ever let you fall asleep alone again and he would make sure that he was by your side every morning that you would wake.

Okay

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Genre | angst

Word Count | 1.5k

Summary | saying “I’m okay” doesn’t mean it’s true.

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You had promised to yourself and to him in the beginning of the relationship that you would understand the obstacles the two of you would have to face. The obstacles set out were much different than any average relationships. In an average relationship, no one had to practice all day and night. No one had to hide their relationships. No one had to leave for tour for countless days, weeks, even months.

But as time progressed, your promise started becoming harder and harder to keep.

The first incident was after the ending of his world tour, when he returned back home to you. You thought that with the tour out of the way, you’d have plenty of time to make small cute stay-at-home dates like how you two used to have before all the fame. But you were wrong.

After his long departure abroad for 6 months, there was a comeback awaiting the members of the band, including him as well. It didn’t seem fair though, a comeback right after a large world tour? But it could be your tiny selfish excuse for wanting to spend time with your boyfriend.

After sending countless messages asking if he was free, you received a message saying something along the lines of, “I’m busy practicing.” Not that it was wrong, practicing for a comeback, it was part of their world; a world you didn’t know, but promised to try and follow along with.

After not receiving a message back from you, he sent another one. “We have a comeback planned. You understand right? You’re not angry are you?” Staring at the words sent, you didn’t know how to reply.

Biting down on your bottom lip, a habit out of nervousness, you pressed the ‘send’ button. “I’m okay.

-

The second incident may have been your fault, but who could blame you? How else would you have felt if your boyfriend had a day off and decided to choose to practice like how he did the whole week?

“Hey Jimin,” You remember hesitantly asking. You two were at your shared apartment, you fidgeting and playing with your fingers and him sprawled across the sofa tiredly. Hearing him humming in acknowledgement, you spoke the words that you have been wanting to ask all week. “The boys told me you were free tomorrow. Since you have no schedule, wanna go do something?”

As if almost instantly, Jimin sat up. “Sorry (Y/N),” You felt your heart drop. “But I want to practice a bit more for the comeback. I can’t let down the fans.” He cocked his head to the side, elbowed propped up on his thighs, looking up at you.

You stared down at your fingers in disappointment where you stood. Hearing Jimin call you, you lifted your head up a bit. “(Y/N),” Your name rolled off his tongue easily. “Are you okay with it? Becau-”

Softly sighing, you forced your best smile. “I’m okay with it.”

“Are you sure?”

“No no, you should practice for the comeback. I know how important it is to you and the rest of the boys as well.” You repeated these words in your mind, trying to convince yourself you weren’t feeling the feelings you were feeling, maybe you could trick yourself into thinking that you didn’t miss your boyfriend these past long months,

“You shouldn’t let down your fans, you’re an idol.” You spoke solemnly, the ends of your lips curling up into a small smile. You were lucky enough to be dating an idol, you should remember that. “Don’t tire yourself out too much, alright?”

Staring at him, you hesitantly turned away and went to your room. Back pressed up against the wall, you sat on the cold wooden floor for him to leave. To leave for practice, again.

You couldn’t help but feel lonely and somewhat jealous of the girls that were dating the rest of Bangtan. They always made time for their girlfriends, unlike Jimin. Maybe you were selfish, wanting more in your relationship but you always felt the tingly jealousy thinking about what they could be doing with their girlfriends.

Like today, they took the day off, just like how they’re supposed to, instead of practicing or staying in the studios. Every time you imagine what you could be doing, your heart aches.

You could’ve been cooking together, just like Jin and his girlfriend. Cuddling in bed. Having a dance battle even if you would always lose. Watching movies. Going to the arcade even if it meant being caught in their disguises. Or maybe even just go to the park together.

Hearing the front door click, the whole apartment was silent. The only sound was that of your tears threatening to spill, finally being freed.

-

The third time it happened, was the last time it happened. And that’s because there wasn’t going to be a fourth time, nor a fifth time. There would be no more times.

You were doing your best keeping calm, but as the minutes ticked by, the clock ticking and tocking had somewhat drove you insane. The longer you sat there on the couch, gripping at your own hands, the more done with the entire situation.

The doorknob jiggling, the front door opens, revealing the person you had been waiting on for hours. He had promised you a home date to make up for all the times he missed with you, promising that he’d be home at 7, sharing the night of candlelit dinner with you.

Well that went nowhere, it was already 10.

Your eyes fell on Jimin’s figure, his eyes darting around the apartment, looking anywhere but your eyes. “Jimin,” You tried keeping a calm facade, pretending as if you weren’t more than just upset at the fact not only was he late, but the fact that he broke his promise and blew away the chance he had at making it up to you. “What time is it?”

A wave of nervousness and underlying guilt washed over him. He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, mumbling out his answer hesitantly. “10.”

“What were you doing during the time you promised to be home by?” You could tell he was getting more nervous. He looked at you, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his that you’ve learned he had. “I was…practicing.”

You snapped, your seemingly calm facade fading even though Jimin already knew you were steaming. “Again?!” He flinched at your loudness. “Why were you practice when you promised me you’d be home for dinner? The dinner you said you’d make it back in time for?”

“(Y/N), l-let me explain okay? I was just practice and,” His words drifted off as if he didn’t want to tell you. “And?” You huffed, arms around your hips, weight on your right leg. You were impatient. The faster he spits it out the faster it’s over.

“I just lost track of time, o-okay?” He sighed, raking his hand through his locks. “Jimin,” He hesitantly looked up, scared of what you were going to say.

“When was the last time we had a date?” You croaked, tried of his excuses. You knew he didn’t know the answer, that’s because you didn’t either. That’s know long it’s been. Your last date together could’ve been 8 months ago, who knows? “I….I don’t know.”

You bit your lip. You hated what you were going to say but it had to be done. You could handle the loneliness and neglect of your relationship anymore. Rather you, it was your heart that couldn’t handle another crack. “I’m sorry,” Jimin’s head shot up, eyes widened in alarm. “Look, I don’t think this is going to wor-”

“Y-You’re not serious right?” He stuttered, hoping it was some lame prank and that you were doing this just to scare him. “Right?” He repeated, urging, pleading you with his eyes to say it was all a joke, that you weren’t serious, that you weren’t going to give up on your neglected relationship.

“I’m…not.” You looked away, not wanting to see the look on his face. “I think it’s best if we broke things off.” Looking up back at your boyfriend, now technically ex, instantly regretting your decision. His eyes were glossed, bottom lip quivering. “You’re always busy with practice and touring and I’m always waiting here at home for you. I can’t do that anymore, my heart can’t handle anymore pain.”

“(Y/N)”

“It’ll be less stressful if you didn’t have to think about me during practice. You’re an idol Jimin,” You forced out a smile. “You’re always going to be busy, and if not busy then tired. Just forget about me, alright? Focus on your career without me.”

Giving Jimin a small smile, you lowered your head and walked by him, stopping by your room to bring out your already packed suitcase. “I was never okay Jimin.” And with that and the click of the door’s lock, you walked out of his life, fast enough to not show your tears but slow enough to catch a glimpse of his.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Feelings

Summary: Your feelings for Sam scare the life out of you. So you cling to Dean for guidance. One day when you drag them out to go swimming, Sam asks you about your feelings for his older brother, only to be surprised when he learns he’s had it all wrong.

A/N: I don’t know why, but in my mind the A/C in the bunker just…sucks.

Request: Alright here’s hoping I get in cause your writing is FANTASTIC. Sam x reader. They’ve been friends for years and they’re both crazy about one another but Sam thinks she’s into dean because of all the to me they spend togethet but he’s actually trying to help her get Sammy. Thanks:)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Shirtless Winchesters - I know I need a warning for that.

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally posted by shirtlesssammy


You doubled over with laughter at the sight of Dean trying to flip the bacon while shirtless. The grease was spitting everywhere, and the way that he jumped and yelped every time a drop hit him was almost worthy of recording.

Somehow, you and Dean were both awake and ready for the day before Sam. Normally he was the one up before both of you.

So here you and Dean were, goofing around in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. It was hot in the bunker, the middle of summer was always the worst. The air-conditioning system in the bunker needed a serious update. You were wearing only a pair of shorts and a tank top, while Dean was only wearing his pyjama pants.

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anonymous asked:

"It was a joke baby I swear!" With the reader saying it to harry.

Thanks for the request! I have so many more of these to write, but if you want to request one, the original post is tagged #drabble challenge !

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It was a fun night. You’d invited a few friends over to your house for drinks and some much needed catching up, and Harry had insisted that he wanted to meet all your friends when you suggested he could go out with some of his own friends if he didn’t feel like sticking around. He was a social butterfly, but being around a ton of new people who could act like lunatics would be overwhelming for anyone.

Everyone was a couple drinks in, and you’d even convinced Harry to drink a little to loosen up. It was now the time when everyone was starting to get a little tipsy, but still aware of what was going on and everything they were saying.

One of your friends had been telling the same story for most of the night, as she was convinced that a ghost was living in her house. Everyone had been laughing and messing around about it, telling other silly ghost stories; but you listened intently for a while.

“You know, I practically live with a ghost too. He’s never around.” You joked, gently nudging Harry’s arm as your friends giggled. Harry laughed lightly along, but you were too distracted to notice the slight look of hurt in his eyes.

The night went along smoothly, and you made sure everyone had a safe ride home before heading upstairs with Harry to get ready for bed. It was clear that you were both exhausted, so nothing out of the ordinary happened as you collapsed onto the mattress and fell asleep with your head on his chest and his arms wound tightly around you.

He left the next morning as usual, kissing you on the cheek softly as you mumbled a quick goodbye and fell back asleep for a few more hours.

You were surprised when he came home in the early afternoon, kicking off his boots and setting down his bag by the door. It was completely unusual for him to be home this soon; you immediately worried that he wasn’t feeling well or something had gone horribly wrong in the studio.

“You’re home?” You asked as you peeked your head around the corner, and he gave you a soft smile, nodding and walking over to sling his arm around you.

“Didn’t have too much to do, so I decided to call it a day and come home to my girl.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You grabbed his face and pulled him farther into you, crashing your lips onto his suddenly. He didn’t complain.

The moment was unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of Harry’s phone ringing in his back pocket, and you pulled away to let him tend to whatever was needed on the other line. He sighed as he pulled out his phone, and his face fell as he looked at the caller ID and backed away.

“I’m sorry, I have to-”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry.” You gave him a reassuring smile and he turned around, bolting up the stairs and answering the call.

He’d been gone a few minutes when you couldn’t hear his muffled voice speaking into the phone anymore, and you tried to give him a little space before going up to talk to him. But worry got the best of you, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from going up to the bedroom to make sure the phone call hadn’t delivered any bad news. He was sitting on the bed when you walked in, not bothering to knock since the door was wide open. His eyes were focused on an invisible spot on the floor and he didn’t move his gaze when you sat next to him. That’s when you knew something was going on.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, setting your hand on his thigh as his gaze still didn’t move to your face. He shook his head slowly, his lips slightly pursed while his mind felt far away from you or the bedroom.

“You’re lying to me.” You said, your voice quiet and gentle as not to sound accusing. He finally allowed his eyes to meet yours, and you cupped his cheek softly to keep his sight from wandering away from you. He knew he couldn’t lie at this point; it would only hurt his case and he didn’t want you to lose any trust in him or think he was keeping something important from you.

“They wanted me back at the studio.” He mumbled, looking down at his legs and twisting one of his rings around his finger. You nodded at him, gently squeezing his thigh.

“That’s okay, baby. Go ahead. If there’s something you need to finish then-”

“I told them no.”

You raised your eyebrows, somewhat shocked at what he’d just told you. He was usually very flexible with his schedule; he would never mind spending a little more time at the studio or scheduling an extra interview. You didn’t complain either. Although it was hard being away from him all day, you knew that he enjoyed what he was doing and all the hard work was going to pay off in the end, when he impressed you with his accomplishments yet again. So, you couldn’t help wondering why he’d refuse another trip to the studio, especially if someone needed him for something. If there was one thing that overpowered his drive to work hard, it was his inability to say no.

“Why?” You nearly whispered, knowing that the answer was probably beyond your comprehension and something else was going on inside his head.

“Just wanted to be with you. That’s all.” He flashed you a tight smile, but you weren’t convinced for a second. His eyes were focused below him again, and seeing as it wasn’t going to be easy to get him to look at you, you slowly knelt down on the floor so he was forced to meet your eyes again.

“What’s really going on? It’s just me, baby, you can tell me.” You pried, your hands set just above his knees and your thumbs rubbing over his thighs gently.

“I just… what you said to your friends last night, it got me thinking that I’m kinda a shit boyfriend to you.”

You had to think a moment, running through everything you could have possibly said the night before that would’ve made him feel insecure. When it finally hit you, sympathy flooded through your body as you looked at his worried expression waiting for you to respond.

“About you not being around? Harry, I really didn’t mean that so seriously.” You tried to give him a small smile, continuing to rub his thighs softly and make him trust you. He didn’t seem convinced.

It was a joke, baby, I swear. I never meant for you to take it to heart.”

He nodded softly, his face still fallen and sad.

“It’s true, though.” He said.

You opened your mouth to get a word in, but he cut you off when his feelings suddenly came pouring out.

“I’m always gone. I can’t be here to help you around the house or do anything fun. I don’t know why you stay with me when I can’t even be a good boyfriend. I love you, but I know it’s only a matter of time before-”

This time, you were the one to cut him off when you leaned up to press your lips against his. You wouldn’t have been able to take it if he’d finished what you thought he was about to say.

“Don’t.” You warned, resting your hand on his cheek and finding your place next to him again. “I love you. And I know our situation isn’t ideal sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that I value you any less. The time we spend together makes up for all the time we spend apart.”

He was listening intently, taking in every word and trying to convince himself that the love of his life had no intention of leaving. You didn’t, of course, but he needed a bit of reassurance when his life got crazy and he’d fear you wouldn’t want to put up with it any longer.

“What I said last night wasn’t serious at all, Harry. It was a joke, meant to make people laugh. And I may have been a bit tipsy when I said it.” You chuckled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek and leaning forward to press your lips against his forehead.

“You know what they say, drunken words are sober thoughts. Or something like that.” He muttered, wringing his hands together nervously in his lap.

“Well, not this time. You’re a great boyfriend. Trust me. I love you so much, Harry, please don’t ever think any different.”

He studied your face for a minute, taking in every feature of the beautiful girl sitting in front of him and wondering how he managed to get so lucky. You were pleased to see a small smile on his face, the first genuine one you’d seen all day, as he spoke again.

“I love you too.”

It Was A Joke!

Originally posted by buckybass

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Natasha and Sam

Warnings: Sad Bucky :(, night terrors. swearing

Summary: Reader has been a bit busy with work lately and just hasn’t had time to spend time with Bucky. So when Bucky wakes up after a nightmare, all he wants is Y/N. Natasha and Sam thought it would be funny to play a little prank on Bucky because he’s just “so whipped.”

Word Count: 1403

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Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister and dating Isaac would include..

Originally posted by dunbarfeels

requested by: @maximoff-pan


  • The relationship was first a secret.
  • When Stiles found out though….ooh he wasn’t happy.
  • “I’m gonna fight him.”
  • “Stiles he is a werewolf…you think you can beat up a werewolf? Also he ismy boyfriend so please refrain from going WWE smackdown on him.”
  • He says hes cool with the relationship, but he still kind of want’s to punch Lahey every time he sees you two kiss.
  • You and Isaac would sneak little kisses when you passed each other in the hallway in school.
  • He will shyly hold your hand when he is nervous.
  • Always has his arm around your waist or shoulders when you two sit next to each other.
  • Loves it when you touch his hair.
  • Stiles sits between you and Isaac during pack meetings ‘accidentally’.
  • When Scott and Stiles see you and Isaac giggling by your lockers Stiles asks Scott to use his werewolf hearing so he can eavesdrop.
  • Scott doesn’t do it.
  • Isaac spends a lot of time at your house.
  • Stiles tells you to keep your bedroom door open when Isaac is there.
  • “No funny business.”
  • “Go away Stiles!”
  • Isaac sneaks into your house at night when he has a nightmare.
  • Lot’s of cuddles.
  • Cuddles in your bed.
  • Cuddles in the living room couch.
  • Cuddles in the car.
  • Cuddles in front of grossed out Stiles.
  • Basically all the damn time.
  • “I think i die a little in the inside every time you two act all cute.”
  • “Aww, Stiles you think we are a cute couple.”
  • Isaac will hug, kiss, cuddle….basically touch you purposely sometimes when Stiles is around just to annoy him.
  • Stiles would never admit it, but he thinks you and Isaac are good for each other.
  • He would rather have you date Isaac than Liam.
  • Isaac protects you from any harm when danger is coming.
  • Isaac being a shy little puppy when he meets your dad for dinner.
  • Stiles just sits at the table enjoying the view of Isaac nervously answering Mr Stilinski’s questions.
  • Although Isaac is a shy little bean he can go from cute to a flirty hot jerk in 0.2 seconds.
  • “You want to just watch movies and cuddle in pj’s…or do you wanna take the pj’s off and do something else.” *wink wink nudge nudge*
  • “DON’T TOUCH MY SISTER LAHEY THAT’S GROSS!”


this is all I could think of. I hope its good

Kids in Love (Valentine’s Special)

MASTERLIST

Request: Can you do somethin’ somethin’ cute for valentines day?

Word count: 2,890

Kids in Love (Valentine’s special)

Shawn unlocked the front door to their house and made his way into the hall. He was humming a joyful melody, nodding his head along to the music in his headphones, blasting on the highest level.

She never really understood, how he could stand the noise being that abnormally loud.

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interrupted (m) part VI


pairing: reader x ???

genre: angst. so. much. angst.

summary: part 6 of this trash i call a series.

word count: 3.1k (specifics: 3,095)

warnings/triggers: drinking, swearing, violence, blah… you know the drill

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Take My Hand

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Past Abuse (only mentioned no graphic detail)

A/N: So I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut or fluff but given the past abuse, I opted to make it fluff. It is kind of long. Hope you enjoy it!


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Clay's parents are out for the night and he asks you to come over

Originally posted by standallaleks

Request: “Pleaaaaaaasse write more Clay fluff or first time smut, dude I need it.”


Me and Clay were in the school library studying for our next English test. The library was practically empty. Only a girl sitting near the back, reading the book. And a couple of students that were in a tutoring session. My boyfriend of four months, turns to look at me.

“So I was thinking… My parents aren’t going to be home tonight. They’re going out to some lodge in the country side, for their 25th anniversary. And maybe you’d like to come over… You know, spend the night?” Clay suggests, trying to act casual but secretly loosing his shit inside. 

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Can I Have This Dance?

( PROMPT: This one-shot is based vaguely off this scene from High School Musical 3 ) 

A/N: I was suddenly struck with the urge to re-watch High School Musical 3, and I really loved the rooftop dancing scene with Troy and Gabriella ( that’s my childhood right there ), so I wrote something based off it! And, I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who reads my stories and offers such nice comments! I may be too shy to reply to them all, but please know that I read every single one of your comments, and I love and appreciate every single one of you. Also - please fill my inbox with more requests of the bae Peter Parker! I love writing for him, and it’s amazing to see how creative all of you are being with your requests and I would totally do anything for him.

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“When I asked you to teach me dancing, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Peter’s laughing nervously as you tug harder on his hand, dragging him out onto the school rooftop. You’ve never been up here before, and what you see surprises you. There’s a soft carpet of grass that crunches pleasantly underfoot, wooden planter boxes with fresh flowers and herbs, and even a garden swing and some wooden benches.

“Can’t we just head back to my place?” Peter asks pleadingly, his eyes darting up to rest on the heavy clouds of pewter grey swirling overhead. “There’s Netflix. And popcorn. And –”

“Quit stalling, and get over here!” You call out laughingly, spinning around – with difficulty – on the balls of your heels. As of yet unused to the strappy, heeled stilettos on your feet, you have to take odd, shuffling steps over to Peter. “I didn’t put these for nothing! And don’t you want to be able to impress Liz Allen come prom?”

Peter dumps his bag on the bench, reluctantly shuffling forwards. And this is where your plan hits a slight snag. You hadn’t factored in how close he would be standing, the smell of his cologne ( something spicy and sugary and delicious ), or the warmth of his fingers, fair and wholly familiar as he lifts your right hand in his, and settles his other one lightly on your waist. As you rest trembling fingers on Peter’s shoulder, feel his warm and calloused fingers close around yours, and the burning weight of his hand at your waist, you feel warm, and a little dizzy.

Peter Parker was your chemistry laboratory partner. You’d walked into class one day, saw him sitting at your usual seat, fair, sparkle-eyed, tousle-haired and perfect. Your heart, so used to being lonely, had thumped almost painfully in your chest. The two of you had become fast friends, but by the time you’d managed to muster up your courage to tell him how you’d felt, he’d already developed a crush on the uber-popular Liz Allen.

“C’mon,” You say encouragingly, trying to ignore the spikes of jealously eating away at your heart. “Can’t have you stepping on Liz’s feet at prom.”

Peter laughs, shuffles his feet nervously. “Right. Okay. What now?”

“Okay, now move your left foot forwards, and step to the side with your right – No, not that side! Your other side!”

“Geez, (Y/n), you sure we’re doing this right?”

“’Course I’m sure! My dad taught me!” It’s one of the father-daughter bonding moments that you can actually remember. “Let’s go on.”

“It’s going to rain! Can’t we continue in, say, a month’s time?”

“Rain-schmane.” You say, sticking your tongue out childishly, even as a drop or two of fat rain runs through your hair. You can already see strips of lightning in the distance, blending in with the perfect lines of light from the downtown skyscrapers. It won’t be long now before the storm. “The prom’s on Saturday, you know. The clock’s ticking!”

“Funny, I thought that was the thunder.”

“Haha.”

You continue calling out instructions to Peter, correcting his footing and posture, uncomplaining even when he steps on your toes. Alright, maybe you did squeal a few times, much to Peter’s embarrassment, but as much as your feet protest at the rough treatment, you find yourself loving every moment of it.  Love moving through the space in his arms, your bodies close together, your thighs brushing, the scent of his clothes and hair, close and fresh –

Your face feel warm. You wonder if your shirt is soaked with sweat.

How sad is it, that you’d jumped at the chance to teach him dancing just so that you could spend more time with someone who didn’t return your feelings?

“I think you’ve got the hang of this,” You remark, glancing up at Peter as the two of you begin your second turn about the floor, still relatively slowly and carefully. “Let’s try it with music!”

You have to laugh at the utter look of horror on Peter’s face. “Music?”

“It’ll be fun, promise.”

Wriggling out of Peter’s arms – and trying to ignore the sudden sense of loss trammelling through you – you dig your phone out from your bag. You scroll through the songs on your phone until you find the one that you’re looking for and hit PLAY.

“Really?” Peter asks, eyes aglow with amusement. “High School Musical? Wait –” Realization breaks over his face, like the sunrise over the clouds. “– Is that why you insisted on binge-watching all three movies yesterday?”

“It was a good series!” You say defensively, humming along to the first strains of the soft, familiar song. “And you were totally rocking out with me when ‘A Night to Remember’ came on.”

“Think they’ll play it at Prom?” Peter asks wistfully, holding you close once again.

“We could always bribe the DJ,” You suggest, his comment surprising a little laugh from you. “Heck, I could be the DJ.”

It’s not like you’ll be doing anything come prom night besides lounge around in your pyjamas and eating your weight in chocolate. Besides, you’re sure that your collection of songs on your phone is way better than whatever the hired DJ has planned.

“I bet your set list consists of only High School Musical songs.”

“Er … Maybe?”

As the singers croon about catching lightning in smooth, dulcet tones, Peter hesitates for the briefest moment before stepping into the dance. The first steps are stilted, but as he gains confidence, the two of you are soon spinning and whirling about with the same smooth alacrity as the dancers in the movie.

You’re floating on a cloud, held steady by the firm grip on your hand and waist. Even with your high heels and the butterflies coming to life in your belly, you’re twirling about like a princess in an old-fashioned movie.

Dizzy and flushed with happiness, you let out a high pitched stream of giggles, burying your face in the crook of Peter’s neck. Stupid! You curse yourself, but you don’t have it in you to pull away. Peter laughs, not minding in the least, making no attempt to push you away, sounding just as giddy as you feel as he lifts you up into the air.

He’s stronger than he looks, you think vaguely, feet flying out behind you as you shriek with joy. The two of you barely notice that the heavy drops of rain have begun to fall in earnest now, plastering hair to faces and clothes to bodies.

And as you cling to Peter, feeling the closeness of your best friend in your arms, and the warmth of him on your skin, you think, “This is enough. This is enough.”

And it is. You can almost forget that he’s taking Liz to prom.

Almost.

anonymous asked:

My request: Chocobros having a stable relationship until their S/O starts feeling left behind because of amount of work their boyfriend has. She finds THAT GUY who cheers them up - no cheating, as in sex, involved - but Chocobros notice the sudden change of S/O behaviour. Good thing they do, because oh boy THAT GUY turns out to be obsessed with you. In the end, I just want a scenario with Bros being knights in shining armors saving you from a weirdo with a knife. (inspired by Love Artifact AMV)

OOOH YES! Omg this has so much alpha-male chocobro potential! Ah, I am so excited to write this *starts writing immediately* I wrote Noctis a really long scenario because I realised that I always neglect him in my fills and write his scenarios too short LOL :/

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Noctis: You sit by yourself at lunch for the third week in a row, your chin cupped in your hands and your lips parting continuously to let you tired, sad sighs. You wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, but that was becoming difficult with high school graduation looming in the next month. Noctis was not a normal student, after all, he was the Crown Prince of Lucis. On top of exams and college applications, he was also well into his magic training, his physical combat training and his advanced political science classes. Noctis was a busy young man, and you appreciated that fact- but you did feel a little lonely. It had been over a month since you got to feel Noctis’ lips against yours, and you missed his lazy little smiles and his impromptu naps on you lap in the park. You just missed him so much, but you felt like a whiny girlfriend every time you thought about asking him to meet you in his down time. He was probably tired and needed his rest. So you refrained from contacting him lest you ended up annoying the busy prince- after all, you were nothing but his commoner girlfriend. In the grand scheme of things, you probably didn’t matter too much to Noctis anyways.

Weeks of thinking along those lines led you to conversing with the resident ‘bad-boy’ in your grade. He’s relatively good looking- nothing like the art that is your prince though- and he knows how to hold an intelligent conversation. So on the lead up to your graduation, he spends lunch time with you and the two of you become good friends- or so you think. Resident bad-boy invites you to a party during one of your lunch time chats, and you tell him that you’ll think about it. That night, you scrounge up the courage to call your busy boyfriend, only to be re-directed to his soft-spoken voice mail message. You groan in frustration, disconnect the call, and then dial your new male friend’s number, and tell him you’ll be at the party.

That weekend, you and the bad-boy Tak hit it off, and you’re starting to feel very comfortable with him. You start to feel a little shy and bashful around him and you also find yourself flirting lightly with him. Nothing too serious, just some giggling, some arm touching and some flirty smiles exchanged across the room- but every time he tries to make a serious move, you remind him that you are already spoken for. This tactic seems to work for a while until Noctis is back at school, and sitting with you at lunch for the first time in a very long while.

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