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We Got Married (M)

Originally posted by kthmyg

8.8k words. Arranged Marriage AU. Min Yoongi.

Warning: Fingering. Phone sex. ft Kim Namjoon.


It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.

It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.

And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.

Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.

Dear Yoongi,

Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.

Son,

I know you might hate me for this.

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anonymous asked:

So how would aliens react finding out about mental issues like depression?

That’s actually a really interesting question!

One that I’ll have to quickly research before I write out this scenario.

Ahem.


Xylion was examining some books he found lying around Human Jenny’s cabin. Yes, he was technically stealing them from her, but he was very interested in what humans were like. Seeing as he had recently experienced the terrifying things known as Grand Theft Auto V, he had to find something redeemable.

Human Jenny had mentioned she was an Anthropologist, and when he questioned what that was, she said it was the study of humankind. He had to hold back his comment about how self-centered humans were if they had a job to study their own species.

So far, none of the textbooks revealed anything interesting. He saw some stuff about history, but chose to leave it alone. He had heard humans had a long history of wars and perils, so maybe that wasn’t the best one to look at.

The next one was all about the Human Brain. He flipped through it a bit, but found nothing of interest. Who would want to know how human brains work?

The last book he found was labeled ‘Mental Disorders’. He frowned. He knew mental meant mind, but disorders? Was something wrong with human minds?

He grabbed the book and opened it. However, before he could begin reading, he heard the voice. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

Xylion almost began to secrete mucus again. He turned around slowly to see Human Jenny. Her eyes were narrowed and her cheeks red with anger. Xylion felt his tentacles begin to quiver. “Ah, Human Jenny! You’re- uh- hello! How is your day?” He asked, dropping the book so he wouldn’t ruin it.

Human Jenny grimaced at the phlegm that began to cover his arms. “What are you doing in here, Xylion?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“I was simply looking at your books! I wanted to know more about humans.” Xylion saw no point in lying. His species was known for doing what was always best.

A grin spread across her face. “You could’ve just said so! I know all about humans! Not only am I one, but it’s my job to study them! Now, what do you need to know?”

Xylion was shocked at her sudden change in demeanor, but he took it as a pleasing from Xalzor, the primordial god from his planet. Xylion looked down at the book he had been interested in. “What are ‘Mental Disorders’?”

Human Jenny’s smile seemed to droop slightly. She made some weird noise that sounded somewhat like a cough. “Well, Mental Disorders are problems that affect humans’ mental, physical, and/or emotional wellbeing.”

“So, they are weaker than the average human?”

“No! Not at all! Each issue affects a person in different ways, though they all have similar problems that come with them.” Human Jenny reasoned.

Xylion frowned. “Like what?”

Human Jenny picked up the book and flipped to a random page. “Here, this is one that affects a lot of people in this day and age: Depression.”

“‘Depression’? And what is that?”

“Well, have you ever experienced sadness, Xylion?”

He had to think about that. “Yes, one time when I was younger my brothers played a crude joke on me that ended up with me believing that I was useless. Of course it was all in good fun and I learned that eventually, but I was quite sad until then.”

“And how long did it take for you to realize that?”

“About a day or so.”

Human Jenny sighed. “Well, imagine that you are feeling that sadness for weeks and months on end. It’s never ending. Joy isn’t something that really seems real to you. It’s like the world around you is faded and everything just seems to bounce off of you. Even when you’re doing something that used to make you happy, all you feel is this sense of overwhelming sadness waiting right around you.”

Xylion blinked. “Is that…curable?”

“Yes. With pills, it can sometimes help. Not only that, but psychotherapy helps too. Most people get better.”

“And those that don’t?”

Human Jenny hesitated with her answer. She sighed, looking down. “Let’s just say they all have different ideas on what to do then.”

Xylion frowned at the cryptic message. He was confused. What did happen to them? What did they choose to do? Before he could ask anything else about it, human Jenny was already flipping through the pages.

“Schizophrenia.” She murmured, looking down at the page. It was filled with colorful images. Xylion frowned.

Human Jenny looked up at him. “Schizophrenia is a disorder that gives the victim auditory, visual, olfactory, an/or tactile hallucinations. People with this issue often see things, hear things, smell things, or feel things that aren’t there. The cause of this isn’t understood, and it often includes lifetime treatment.”

Xylion shook his head. “That’s horrible. How do people endure that?”

“Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.”

Great, more vague answers. Xylion was getting sick of it, honestly.

Human Jenny sighed as she opened up another page. “Let’s see…Anxiety.”

“But…most humans have this disorder! Human Isaac often talks about how anxious he is! Is that not the same thing?”

“Yes, all humans experience anxiety, but it’s when it starts interfering with our daily lives that it becomes something serious. One example of anxiety is the Panic Attack centered anxiety. These panic attacks can do different things, though some of the things that can occur during them are: muscle tension, poor concentration, fear or confusion, the inability to relax, etcetera.”  

Xylion was shocked, yet again. “How do humans deal with this sort of thing?”

Human Jenny shuffled nervously before standing up. “Well, most people take pills to help them calm down and such.” Human Jenny began to rummage through a bin as she talked. “They take these pills to help keep them calm. Mainly because they fear dying in these situations, often feel discomfort, feel like they’re choking,” Human Jenny’s voice was fading now, “shortness of breath,” her breathing was getting raspy now, and Xylion was getting even more worried, “and others things.” She finished, coughing slightly.

He watched as she pulled out some orange container and opened it. Two white tablets fell into her palm and she pressed it against her mouth, letting the pills go in. He watched as she took her hand away and got a drink of water. As she swallowed the pills, she seemed to visibly relax. Xylion stood up. “Are you okay, Human Jenny?”

Her head hung slightly. “I’m alright. I just suffer from Anxiety, ya’ see? Sometimes when I talk about the different affects it has on us humans, I freak out. I’ll be fine, though.”

“Does anyone else aboard suffer from these disorders?”

Human Jenny nodded. “We’ve all had a problem sometime in our life. We aren’t exactly kids, you know?”

Xylion shuffled nervously. “What happened?”

“Well, Isaac has insomnia.”

“And what is that?”

Human Jenny sighed. “Well, insomnia is a sleeping disorder. It makes it so the person affected by it has trouble sleeping soundly at night. he has to take pills to help him fall asleep, otherwise he can’t sleep at night and won’t function as well in the mornings.”

Xylion looked down. He had never noticed this before. “And the others?”

“Well, Freddie’s been struggling with Depression ever since he lost his girlfriend in a shooting, and Mason has PTSD.”

“PTSD?”

“Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He was in combat back on earth and he saw a lot of death. He watched his friend’s die, and that’s not something you can easily bounce back from.”

Xylion looked down, sadness filling him. Just the knowledge that his fellow crewmembers went through this on a daily basis was saddening. He frowned. “How come you were all sent up here then?”

“Well, Isaac can take pills for his Insomnia and I can take pills for my Anxiety. Freddie also takes pills, and because I have a degree in Psychology I am able to be his therapist, which is the person that can help him through it. And Mason is mostly over his. He occasionally gets nightmares, but he’s mostly gotten over his PTSD. He’ll never be completely over it, but he can function without having an episode on a normal day-to-day basis. Sometimes it hits him, and it’s only happened once since we joined your crew.”

Xylion sighed. He gently put a tentacle on her shoulder and wrapped it around her, pulling her to him. “I’m so sorry you all have to deal with this. If I could help you, know I would.”

When human Jenny pulled back, her face was red. She nodded quickly. “Yeah, whatever you say, Xylion.”

Xylion smiled down at her. He realized something that day.

While they looked weak, humans were always fighting a war. They were always battling the inner problems. Even fi they looked fine, a human wasn’t always as happy as they seemed. He’d take that lesson to his grave.


So what’d you think?

I did my best to write this part, because it is a huge part of our society. Anyways, if you want to learn more about different mental issues, then click here. I did my best looking up each one that I used and tried to portray it as closely as possible. Sorry if I didn’t do that good of a job.

Anyways, if you ever feel like you need some help with something, know I could be there to help you.

And I hope you enjoyed this, Anon! It took me a bit to write this and research it, but I think it was worth it!

It was especially long because my dad kept through those little poppers at my brother and my sister keeps showing me those anime crack videos, but who cares, I’ve written in worse environments, I think.

And goodbye! See you in the next Humans are Weird post.

Permission

Finn Balor/Jeff Hardy/OC: Reader uses the boy’s moves without their permission. It winds up being helpful though.

Warning: a slight Daddy kink, choking, I think thats it

Yeah so this happened and I don’t know where it came from.

@sammiielli @hardcorewwetrash @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @alexahood21 @alexispoo @kinkymaminicole @ambrosegirlforever


As I sat on a cart backstage I hummed a light tune to myself. I was beyond excited to wrestle tonight and I hoped that my new gear would show that. As I sat there messing with my wrestling gear top I heard two familiar voices. I looked up to see Jeff and Finn arguing about something. I smiled at myself while jumping off the cart and walked up to the two men. “Hey boys. Do you guys like my new gear? It’s not to showy is it?” I did a small turn poking my ass out just a little.

“Yeah baby it looks good. All the men here are gonna get in trouble if you don’t keep your distance.” Jeff said as he raised an eyebrow. He pushed my hip making me turn again. I giggled at the contact.

“Finn, you have anything to say?” I bat my eyelashes at Finn and grabbed his hand.

“Do you always flirt and tease this much?” Finn said as he looked between me and Jeff.

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fuck me up

Talk about choking/daddy kink/public sex/fingering/blowjobs and shit in the car (pls do not do that)/female on male oral/hair pulling/denied orgasm (one time)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3


“Why don’t you like each other?” your manager asked as you typed on your laptop. “He did something and then didn’t call back.” You told her as you bit your lip, “Anyways, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to collab with him.” Her eyebrow raised and she shut your laptop.

“Too bad you’re going to meet with him to talk about collabing.” You let out a groan, “Why?” you whined, she smirked softly. “Go get dressed, we’re leaving in an hour.” You gave her the ‘I-am-going-to-punch-you-in-the-face’ look before getting up and walking to the room full of your dresses.

You quickly changed into a black dress that hugged you in all the right places and put on some black heels. You did your makeup and hair and checked the clock. You sighed and sat in the seat at the vanity and played a couple games before posting on Snap.

You took a selfie and posted it when your manager knocked on the door, “What?” you whined, she opened the door and looked in with a huge smile. “Let’s go.” You nodded and grabbed your purse before walking out to the car.

You met Daveed and his manager at the large restaurant and you smiled kindly at the manager. “Y/N, it’s nice to see you.” She said and hugged you, you hugged her back before pulling away, your eyes met with Daveed’s before you looked away. “How about we all go in and eat some food?” your manager said when she noticed the tension between you and Daveed. You followed her inside and waited for them to take you to your table. You could feel Daveed’s eyes burning holes into your back.

You watched as both of the managers sat by each other, leaving for you and Daveed to sit beside each other. You slid into the booth before shuffling uncomfortably. You hadn’t worn underwear because it could be seen through your dress so the cold booth against your thighs, made a chill go down your bodies. You looked at Daveed and met his eyes before he looked away. Memories started to flood your memory; you bit your lip and looked at your menu.


Daveed’s hand touched your hips as you moved against him. Your body swayed to the music as you were pulled closer to Daveed, his hard-on pressed against your ass while his hands moved themselves up your body. You kept your body moving as the song came to the end. “Do you want to go with me?” Daveed whispered, you turned your head to him, his breath reacked of alcohol. “To go where?” you asked, Daveed’s eyes met you. His eyes were filled with lust, “To my place.” You nodded and grabbed his hand. He led you out of the club that both of your friends were in.

He flagged down a taxi and pulled you inside. He gave the man his address before he pressed his lips to yours. He bit your bottom lip which made you let out a soft moan, he pushed his tongue into your mouth while battling for dominance. You let him win, of course.

He moved slightly and pulled your body on top of his, moving your hips on top of his so you were back to grinding against each other.

Your hands moved their way to his hair, your fingers tangled themselves in his messy curls. You pulled softly on them, making him moan. You smirked and did it again, removing your mouth from his. You quickly kissed down his stubble-y cheek and down his neck, your teeth nipped at the spot under his jaw before traveling lower. You sucked on his collarbone and looked up at him with innocence in your eyes.

The cab stopped in front of a small apartment building. You let yourself off of Daveed and walked out of the cab. He threw some money at the man and got out. His hands grabbed your wrist as he pulled you along, he put the passcode inside the keypad and drug you up the stairs before pushing you against the wall.

His lips touched your neck, sucking a deep purple bruise on the nape of your neck. “God, Daveed! Please!” you begged softly, your hands pushing down your pants. Your hands touched his dick, brushing the tip softly with your thumb. He let out a low moan before you heard footsteps coming towards you. You removed your hands and looked at him while walking up the steps, he held your waist against him while you walked to his apartment, and he quickly unlocked and pushed open the door. He pushed your small body against the wall and kicked the door shut with his foot. His hands gripped the ends of your dress and pulled it up above your chest. Your chest heaved as his eyes stared hungrily at your hardened nipples.

He latched his mouth onto the harden bud, sucking roughly on it. Your mouth opened as your head fell back, the feeling of his teeth erupting a loud moan from your mouth.

Your hands pushed his shirt up his body as he moved his head from your chest. His mouth met yours while you unbutton his pants and unzipped them. You pushed them down and deepened the kiss. His hands moved to your butt and squeezed it roughly before he tapped your thighs, singling you to jump.

You body jumped slightly and you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands grabbed at your ass to hold you up, you let out a shaky breath when his mouth left yours. He carried you to an open door, you couldn’t see much until he turned on the light. There was a large bed with white sheets, and a black comforter, there were many pillows littering the bed.

Daveed threw you on the bed before he climbed on top of your, his mouth meeting yours again.


You crossed your legs and watched as the waiter walked up to you. “What can I do for you today?” The young man asked, your eyes met with him before you sat the menu down.

“Can I have a water with lemon and a Cesar salad?” you asked with a wide grin on your face, the young boy nodded and looked at Daveed and the two managers. Everyone quickly ordered and started to talk.

“Y/N,” your manager began as she sipped on the glass of wine she had ordered, “We both think this would be an amazing thing for your career, both of your careers actually.” She tried to convince, your eyes squinted as you made an unsure face before you shook your head. “I just don’t think we’d make a good duo group.” You shrugged and took a sip of the water the boy had brought to you.

“Even though he did write ‘tonight’ after you,” His manager spoke, you both nearly choked on the drink you had been sipping on. “That’s not tr-” Daveed was cut off by your manager speaking, “And you, my dearest Y/N, wrote ‘only once’ about Daveed.” You shook your head and sat your drink down. “I did not!” you protested, both of the managers looked at each other and laughed. “Yeah, okay.” Daveed gave you a small smirk before mumbling something.

You watched as your food arrived, you smiled and reached for it. Daveed handed it to you and you sat it down. He took his plate of spaghetti before taking a bite. Your legs uncrossed as you stated to eat.

As you started to get close to finishing you felt Daveed’s foot touch yours. You looked at him as he kept eating. You shook it off and kept eating the large salad.

Once you took your last bite you felt Daveed’s hand on your thigh, you basically choked on your food as you felt it going up your thigh.

You hadn’t felt his hands on your skin for what felt like centuries. You missed it and you didn’t even know it. You looked at him and took a drink of your water. His hand slid further up your thigh before they got to your bare pussy. You allowed your legs to spread, allowing access to your center. His fingers brushed against your entrance, before he moved them all the way to your clit, rubbing it softly.

“Y/N?” your manager spoke up, you looked at her before knitting your eyebrows together. You knew what she was going to say. ‘Are you guys fucking under the table?’ is what she was thinking but her voice would say ‘Are you okay? You look flushed.’

And that’s exactly what she said.

You nodded and took a drink of your water again as the waiter came back, you waved your hand at him before you asked for a glass of white wine. Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt Daveed push a couple fingers in your now wet pussy.

Daveed’s lip’s turned into a smirk as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you in an agonizingly slow pace. You looked at Daveed before you took the glass from the waiter, quickly drinking it to keep your mouth shut. You looked around as the two managers finished eating, your eyes meeting with Daveed’s for a quick second.

His fingers started to quicken, he pushed a third one inside of you before grinning. You let out a small moan which everyone ignored. Your face turned red before you close your eyes. You heard you manager speak to Daveed before she spoke to you.

“Are you okay?” she asked, you nodded and opened your eyes. “I-I’m fine.” You mumbled. “Well, I think we should leave.” She smiled as both of them got up, Daveed removed his fingers and looked at you, a smirk plastered on his face. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them individually, making you squirm before he got up. “You two were quiet, why was that?” Daveed’s manager asked you looked at her as you lifted from the booth. “I don’t know.” You shrugged and walked out with the group.

“I think I’ll take Y/N,” Daveed said. “She did drink a lot and so did you,” you nodded at your manager, your manager shrugged and looked at you, “Is that okay with you?” she asked, you nodded quickly.

“Okay, text me in the morning and I’ll come pick you up so you can get ready for the first studio session, okay?” she asked, you nodded again and allowed Daveed to walk you to the car he arrived in.

“You know I still hate you, right?” you asked, Daveed laughed softly. “You’ll always hate me.” you nodded in agreement and let yourself in the car. You buckled the seat belt and sat back in the seat. You kicked off your shoes and looked at him as he got in and started the engine. You glanced over his body as he drove down the street.

“You know,” he began, “Your music isn’t half bad.” He told you. You looked at his face before you smiled. “I know.” He let out a chuckle and moved your hand to your thigh again. His hand pushed up your skirt before going back to your center.

You let out a soft moan as his hand touched your clit, you moved your hand so it was on top of his and pushing his fingers to your entrance. His fingers were quickly pushed in as you moaned and threw your head back.

“You’re so tight, kitten.” He nicknamed, you nodded and removed your hand from his to put on his thigh. You lifted your leg slightly and allowed him to continue. Your hand squeezed Daveed’s thigh as he continued.

“Do you like that, love?” he asked, you nodded again before he went faster.

“Use your words, baby. Show me how much of a good girl you are.” You let out a shaky breath at the nickname ‘good girl,’ before you looked at him.

“I love it, daddy. Please don’t stop.” You whimpered and squeezed his thigh again, his lips turned into a smirk again before he moved his thumb to rub your clit. Your legs shook softly as he touched your clit.

“Are you about to cum, kitten?” he asked, you nodded. “Your words,” he demanded. You let out a loud moan and looked at him. “Yes, daddy! I’m about to cum.” He moved his fingers quickly before he pulled them out which erupted a moan from you.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He noted you looked at him and a dangerous glint in your eyes. You unbuckled your seat belt and moved your hand to his growing erection. You unbuttoned his pants and looked up at him.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” you asked, Daveed let out a soft moan before nodding. His hand gripped the wheel as you released his dick from his boxers, he hissed at the cold air hitting his sensitive cock.

You looked up at him again before licking his tip, he let out a whimper before you took him in your mouth. You sucked on the head of his dick before pushing your head all the way down his cock. His hand reached for your hair, his hands wrapping themselves in the long locks.

His hand moved your head up and back down softly before he started moving your head faster. He let out a loud moan and pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. You looked up at him with innocence in your eyes before he pulled you off.

“Once we’re in my apartment, strip.” He told you, you nodded and lifted yourself from your position. You straighten out your dress and waited for him to park. He zipped himself up before getting out, you followed quickly behind him. He did exactly what he did the first time you were with each other, your heart started pounding as you walked up the same staircase and went to the same apartment. Daveed opened the door and walked in, allowing you in before he closed it.

“Strip.” He commanded, you obeyed and took off the restricting dress. You were left in the black bra you had decided to wear. His eyes grew darker as they racked up your body.

His hands went and beckoned you to him, you quickly walked to him. His arms wrapped around your waist before he leaned down and kissed you, this was a much softer kiss than the others which made your heart flutter softly. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck as his hands went to undo your bra.

You removed your arms as he took your bra off. Your hands went into his hair and pulled lightly on it, his mouth opening slightly as he moaned. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and battled for dominance. His hands moved to your breasts, his hands massaged them softly as you moaned and moved your mouth from his, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

“I missed you.” He whispered, your eyes opened and you looked at him. Both of your eyes connected before your let out a breathy laugh. “You did?” you asked barely above a whisper, he nodded. You smiled and grabbed onto the back of his neck, kissing him again.

He backed you to the couch before picking you up. His bulge pressed against you, allowing you to grind against him. You let go of his lips to kiss his neck. You sucked a deep purple bruise onto his dark skin, making him moan. You smiled softly and felt his hand push through your hair. His hand gripped it and pulled your head up.

“Bedroom?” he asked, you nodded as he started to carry you to his room. His light turned on when his hand left your bottom, you noticed how it looked overall the same. A picture sat on his bedside table instead of the alarm clock he had the last time you were here. His sheets were the same excluding the black comforter; it was changed to a red one.

He sat you down on the bed before sliding his body on top of yours. Your lips meeting once again, you moved your feet to push down his boxers as your body moved closer up the bed. His lips left yours to move down and suck on your neck. His lips moved down to your chest after sucking a bruise on your soft skin, and trailing more down your chest before he stopped and moved all the way up your body. His forearms landed beside your head and you moved your hands to his neck. He moved one of his hands to his cock before pumping himself slowly and pushing himself inside you.

Your back arched as he pushed into you, you let out a loud moan and pushed your hands through his hair again. He allowed you to get use to his size before he started to thrust into you. You let out a soft whine at the way he slowly moved his hips.

“Oh my god!” you let out and pulled his hair. He started to go a bit faster making you moan louder. “Fuck yes!” you whimpered before his hand made contact with your throat. Daveed put a bit of pressure on it, your air supply slowly leaving your body.

You felt your hips push upwards as he let go of your neck, Daveed’s lips met yours, he pulled away and looked into your eyes, “I-I’m gonna c-cum.” You moaned and pushed up to meet him, Daveed smirked and nodded in agreement. His breaths started coming in short huffs before he started to slow his thrusts. Your head fell back as your felt your walls contract against his cock, you let out a loud moan and pulled roughly at his hair. Your body convulsed as you came around him. He let out a loud breathy moan before releasing his hot seed inside you. You opened your eyes and looked at Daveed.

Sweat moved down his face as he pulled from you and laid down beside you. You stared at the ceiling before looking at him.

“Um,” you mumbled, your eyes meeting his. A smile began to grow on his face before he spoke. “Your music, it is really good. I hope you know that.” Your lips turned into a straight line. “Thanks, so is yours.” You complimented and lifted yourself from his bed, “Where are you going?” he asked, you turned and looked at him while pulling on your dress. “Home.” You simply stated.

His eyes left the hope that you would stay when you stated it, he looked down at himself and reached over for a pair of boxers, sliding them up his legs. His eyes met with your body as you redressed yourself.

“You don’t have to go, you know that right?” he asked, you looked behind yourself and let out a sigh. “I guess,” you mumbled, “But what would we do? Have a night of drinking or talk about our feelings?” you asked before laughing, “Maybe we’ll fuck again.” Your laughter died down when you noticed Daveed not laughing, “I did want to talk about you and me, actually.” He mumbled while you looked back with a confused expression. “What?” your voice sounded and he looked down at his feet.

“Please just hear me out,” he whispered as you picked up the shoes you had forgotten you brought in, “Why?” you turned and looked at him, “Because I actually do like you!” he argued, you laughed. “Yeah, okay.” You mumbled and his body trudged up to you, “Please tell me you felt what I felt too.” His eyes filled with hope and you looked at him, before grabbing his face. You pulled his lips to yours in a slow passionate kiss before he pulled away.

“We still have to write.” You mumbled, his eyes opened and he smiled before kissing you again.


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The Mark of Oxin

Wow look at me actually writing something new

So this is just a little ficlet inspired by their new video (Dan and Phil playing the first chapter of the game Phil made when he was 14, The Mark of Oxin) 

Genre- Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word Count- 471 (ew that’s so short i’m sorry)


2000-


Phil sat in his room playing the RPG he made for the first time. He was extremely proud of himself for putting together something so long and brilliant. He played through it as fast as he could, and within a few hours he reached the part he really wanted to see: the end. 

About halfway through the game, after the main characters, Alex and Emily, had been reunited, they started dating. At the end, the duo defeated the final boss (with a bit of help from Phil) and Phil started playing the cutscene, grinning ear to ear. 

Alex- ________, will you marry me?

Emily- Of course I will! 

The two then got married and lived happily ever after. Phil titled the game “The Mark of Oxin” and closed his laptop with a smile on his face. He would see this game one more time. 


Early 2017-


Phil sat on his checkered duvet with his laptop. He had a game for Dan and him to play on the gaming channel. He just had to add a tiny bit of code…


Late 2017-


“Phil, come on! We have to film this gaming video!” 

“Hold on!” Phil opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small box, which he shoved in his pocket before sitting down beside Dan in their office. 

Dan pushed play on their camera and Phil started his usual bit. “Hello DanAndPhilGames rings!”

“Rings?” Dan was curious.

“You’ll see.” Phil winked and poked his tongue out of his mouth, grinning. 

Dan rolled his eyes and they started gaming. 


Phil sat anxiously as Dan played through the final chapter of The Mark of Oxin until he finally reached the boss battle. Phil’s stomach was doing flips when Dan beat the final boss and the newly-coded cutscene began. Since Dan had been reading Alex’s lines since the beginning, he read the first line. 

“Dan, will you marry me?” Phil was smiling at his boyfriend, his stomach now in knots. He gripped the small box in his pocket. “Phil… Why does it say Dan? Her name is Emily…” 

“Yes, but your name is Dan.” Phil took out the box and opened it towards Dan, revealing a shiny gold ring. 

Dan started to tear up, and he choked out a soft, “Of course I will, you spork!” before collapsing into Phil’s arms, both of them beaming. Phil slipped the ring onto Dan’s finger and smiled at the camera. 

“Dan, do you think we should finish the game?” Dan nodded and Phil read Emily’s line. “Of course I will!” The two watched lovingly as Alex and Emily got married, unable to think about anything but their own future wedding.

Dan smiled up at Phil and Phil smiled softly back at him. “Phil?” 

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to edit that out?” 

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Good.” 

euphoric - tom holland imagine #3

“You’re sick and Tom is very headset on wanting to hang out with you. Even if it includes surprises.” 

 Type : fluffy shit!

 Warnings : maybe some feels? 

 Notes : I wrote this a few months back but didn’t get around to finish it. Now I did! Enjoy!


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It was a particularly cold day. The sky outside was painted a dull grey colour, which matched perfectly with your mood. You had been sick for several days and you were forced to stay at home with the terrible cough you were having. Every time you coughed, it felt like your lungs were about to eject themselves out of your body. So it was good to say that you felt like absolute crap and you thought nothing could liven your spirits.

That was, until you got a phone call from a certain Brit.

You grabbed your phone from under the pillow and slid the green icon without checking who the caller was. Putting your phone on your ear, you let out a weak ‘hello’.

“Y/N! How are you?” The familiar accent rang out. Your eyes widened.

“H-Hey Tom! I’m okay, how are - “ you didn’t even manage to finish your sentence as you let out another painful cough, “you?”

“Woah, you alright there?” He asked.

You tried to suppress the cough that was threatening to come up by clearing your throat.

“Yep, just choked on my juice,” you lied, rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand.

“I’m just fine, I was wondering if you wanted to join little Tess and I on a walk? It’s a nice windy day and we haven’t hung out in forever.”

You winced, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand.

Of course, you hadn’t seen each other in so long. Tom was always out of town and busy with his career, so it was rare that the both of you hung out. You had missed him terribly, especially since you had developed a big crush on the boy.

After two months without his presence, he was finally back for a little break. And of all the days he wanted to hang out, he had to pick the day which you had a really bad cold.

“That sounds really nice and all, Tommy,” you absent-mindedly used your favourite nickname for him, “but I’m afraid I can’t really get out of the house now.”

“Oh,” you could hear the disappointment seeping through his voice, “why not?”

“I’m just really busy with homework. I have an essay I’m supposed to hand in at five,” you lied smoothly, resisting the urge to cough.

Tom made a humming noise from the other side of the line and sighed, “okay then. I’ll ask Harry to go with me. Maybe we can hang out soon?”

Your heart fluttered and a blush began to form on your cheeks.

“Yeah, totally. We can go out for lunch. Catch up and all.”

There was a little silence that formed as you laid down, playing with the string on your sweatpants. He didn’t hang up, and neither did you. Neither of you really wanted to hang up. There were many words on the tip of your tongues, but it was difficult to let them out.

Tom finally broke the silence.

“You know, I really miss you.”

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes, surprised at the statement. He had missed you? It didn’t seem like it.

“I miss you too,” you replied honestly, “like a lot.”

“We haven’t seen each other in so long.”

“Feels like forever, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

There was that silence again. You bit your lip, not knowing if you should say what’s on your mind. You wanted to tell him how much exactly you missed him.

It was so evident in how you acted. How you had spent many days staring at pictures of the two of you on your phone. How you dressed yourself in one of the grey hoodies he had left at yours before he left for Atlanta. How you wrote down about your memories with each other on your notebook so you couldn’t forget them. How you listened to Spotify playlists that reminded you of him. How you tried to watch movies that you saw with him, but not being able to continue them because of the painful ache in your chest from missing him too much.

But you couldn’t.

You were just his close friend.

“Well, we’ll see each other soon. Promise,” you managed to let out after another minute of silence.

You could feel Tom’s smile, “yeah, very soon.”

There was a slightly different tone to his voice and you immediately recgonised it as the tone he had when he thought of something great. Before you could ask him what he was up to, he bade a quick goodbye and hung up the phone.

You stared at your phone, confused. Shrugging, you snuggled into your pillows as you let out another painful cough. You closed your eyes, wishing for the pain to stop.

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It was about eight at night when the doorbell to your house would not stop ringing. You woke from your sleep, groggy from the six hour nap you had taken. Confusion took over you as you got up from your bed. You took a  glance at the clock on your wall.

Who was at the door? The postman never came this late, and it wasn’t like you had ordered anything.

All your friends were out of town since they took a roadtrip, which you had hesitantly dropped out of from being too sick.

Your parents were out at dinner since it was their annual date night.

Who could it be?

The person didn’t stop ringing the doorbell, which just added to your annoyance. You adjusted the oversized hoodie on your body and yelled out for the person to wait.

Without looking at the peephole, you turned the door knob and opened the door.

There stood, the familiar brunette standing outside your flat. A beanie was pulled over his fluffy brown hair and he sported his usual get-up, which was a hoodie and a pair of dark blue jeans. He had a shy smile plastered across his face and a bag of takeout in his right hand. In the other, he held a bouquet of your favourite flowers.The sweet smell of the flowers and the scent of Thai food almost made you throw up.

“Tom?!”

He grinned sheepishly, “hello.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, your eyes wide open.

Tom’s face fell, “I just.. Just came to surprise you and bring you Thai food. I know how studious you can get sometimes. I didn’t know I came at a bad time.”

You almost slapped yourself. You were acting way too hostile for the situation at hand.

“I’m sorry, no. You didn’t come at the wrong time. I was just,” you didn’t even get to finish as you let out a painful and loud cough.

This caused some alarm from Tom.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You couldn’t answer. Breathing was already getting quite difficult to do. All you did was stumble over to the sofa and plop down on it, holding your chest as you tried to take in deep breaths.

Tom immediately reacted, setting down the flowers and food on the coffee table before rushing to your side. He soothingly rubbed your back as you wheezed. After a few minutes, you finally calmed down and got your breathing back to normal. You thanked Tom softly and leaned back on the sofa, resting your back on the backrest.

“You okay? Need anything? Water, an inhaler, medicine?” He asked quickly, making you wave your hand dismissively. That had quickly silenced him.

The Brit copied your actions and the both of you stared up at the wall above you.

“You didn’t tell me you were sick.” he started.

“I don’t want you to worry. You always worry whenever I’m sick.”

He almost scoffed, “of course I get worried, Y/N. I don’t like it when you’re sick.”

“You have enough on your plate than to worry about a sick friend of yours,” you reminded him.

“I care about you, Y/N. That’s why I get worried too. You’re my friend.”

Those words stung your heart. You’re his friend. And that’s all you were going to be.

“Right. You found anyone special while in Atlanta?” That was your pathetic attempt at changing the subject. You knew how Tom was a charming lad, so it would be no surprise if he had found a girl in America. Even though you knew it would hurt you to know, you still wanted to know.

“Nah,” Tom chuckled, “although, I’ve been keeping an eye on this other girl.”

“Oh,” you raised your eyebrows as you faced him. He was still looking up at the ceiling while you stared at him unknowingly. “What’s she like?”

“She’s nice. Beautiful. Hilarious. Kind. Loving. But she’s also really stubborn. Still everything I ever wanted in a woman,” he let the words roll off his tongue.

“That’s lovely. What else?” you asked, feeling your heart break slowly.

Whoever she was, she was everything you were not.

“Whenever she’s with me, I feel so happy. Like, I can’t even describe to you how happy she makes me. The feeling itself is so..” he couldn’t quite find the words to finish.

“Euphoric?” You finished for him.

Tom smiled.

“Yeah. Euphoric,” he breathed out, letting his eyes close for a bit.

“You know what’s the best part though?”

You hummed, letting him answer.

“She’s staring right at me.”

He lazily turned his head so that he was facing you. He opened his eyes and looked back into your eyes intently. Tom let a small smile crawl into his face, although his nerves were everywhere.

For a moment, it felt like your heart had stopped beating. You couldn’t breathe. He didn’t mean you?

“And,” Tom licked his lips slowly, “I’m wondering if she feels the same.”

The answer to that was quite simple as you leaned in and collided your lips with his. Tom let out a sound of surprise before composing himself, kissing back and practically melting. He touched your cheek gently. Your lips moved in sync as you tangled you tangled your fingers in his hair, slipping off his beanie in the process.

You pulled away and apologized, giggling at his messy hair.

All Tom could do was grin widely, ignoring the fact that he was probably going to get sick from kissing you. He didn’t care, that was all he had craved.

The woman he had loved for so many months had finally kissed him.

She felt the same way.

“She does,” you simply answered.

The feeling in your head was something you couldn’t quite describe as he leaned in for another kiss.

Euphoric. Yes, that was it.

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The Truth’s Never Been this Hard

Request: Please could you write a Four/Tobias x reader where (Y/n) is best friends with Tris and is in love with Four, but refuses to admit that due to her friendship with Tris. When Four requests the three of them be put on trial in Candor using a truth serum, (Y/N) is nervous, but believes nothing about her feelings will come up, but they do.

For: Anon

Word Count: 1342

Originally posted by lifessong95

Everything was so complicated.

Tobias was in love with Tris.

Tris was in love with Tobias.

Not that hard right?

At least not until someone realizes that you, Tris’ best friend, was also in love with Tobias.

Then things got wonky.

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[I'm On Fire] - Part 1

Jeffrey x Reader

[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.

Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)

gif by @mypapawinchester

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“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”

Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”

He went behind his desk, each student trudged their way forward picking up their essays with a dismal look on their face. Many of them underestimated how tough he was by his cool personality. Standing in the back of the line, you nervously held your history book close to your chest with one hand, while fidgeting at the hem of your skirt with the other. You approached his desk, the sound of your black heeled ankle boots echoing in the now empty room.

“Ahhh…(Y/N)? Correct?” He leaned back against his chair, your essay secured between his fingers.

“Yes” You responded, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You saw how the girls swooned in class over him, but that isn’t what is making you feel nervous at this moment. He was the head of the History department, and you knew he was a hard man to impress. All you were praying for was at least an average grade.

You saw a small smile spread across his face, as he handed you your essay. Other than a few red marks here and there, there was a massive ‘A’ written on the top right corner. “You know, for my quietest student, you definitely know how to impress with your words” He said, his accent melodic in your ear. He crossed his leg over the other, proud to see the accomplishment on your face. “I’d like to hear you speak up more in class, and I look forward to reading your work in the future”

“Thanks Professor!”, you responded. You slid the paper between your hardcover textbook, and said your goodbye before making your way out of the classroom. You were greeted by your two closest friends, Phoebe and Regina. “And how did our nerd do on her history paper?” Phoebe asked, the three of you making your way through the hallways of the building.

“Oh please, can’t you see that look on her face? Little Miss Smartass killed it, just like I knew she would” Regina wrapped her arm around your shoulder giving it a squeeze.

The three of you made it to the outdoor courtyard. The pale grey stone laced with ivy green vines surrounded you. The gargoyles protectively scanned the skies above watching the sun hide behind the marshmallow clouds, as a gust of an early autumn breeze blew past. You snuggled in your favorite knitted white sweater, inhaling the sweet scent of fall. After ordering your drinks at the coffee kiosk, the three of you found your usual spot on the wooden benches.

You spent your last four years of high school invisible. The good girl whose head was buried in her books; that was your reputation. When you first came to university last year, you were hoping for things to be different. Despite your efforts, adjusting turned out to be harder than expected. You were trying to find your place among an eclectic group of people. It wasn’t until your second semester where things finally seemed to settle into place…in more perfect ways than you could even imagine.

“Are we still going out tomorrow night?” Regina asked, taking a sip from her latte.

“As long as we don’t go to that stuffy club on Green…” You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Oh! There’s a new tapas place that just opened, how does that sound? Some delicious food, good music?” You raised your brows suggestively in their direction.

“Yes! That sounds like fun” Phoebe added on, she glanced behind you, her eyes widening as someone caught her attention. “Julian!”

Every time Julian was around, it was a constant reminder of how vulnerable you were when you first came. You fell for his pretty boy eyes, and captivating personality. He was popular, with over half the student body fawning over him…and he liked you. The combination was hard to resist at the time. He was the reason people knew your name, your brief relationship turning into a romanticized story with a number of supporters who followed it. Somewhere along the way, you realized how wrong you were for him. Even more importantly…how wrong he was for you. You earned the reputation of being the first girl to break his heart, and he never fully recovered.

“And how are my three beautiful girls today?“ He asked, sliding next to you. The charisma in his tone prompting you to roll your eyes.

“Discussing plans for tomorrow…you should definitely join if you’re free”

You noticed him quickly glance in your direction, “Sorry, I’ve got to finish up a paper. Let me tell you, whoever said final year would be a breeze, definitely lied…” He ran his fingers through his black hair, breathing out a heavy sigh. “…I’m getting old”

HA! You nearly choked on the dark roast you swallowed. You two may have agreed to remain friends, but you could see right through him. “Age is but a number” You stated with a sage tone, bringing the cup back to your lips.

His eyes lingered on your mouth, longer than you were comfortable with before changing the subject. “Whats your next class?”.

“Art History” you answered, pressing the button on your iPhone to check the time. “…which we are going to be late to if we don’t get going”. You unlocked the phone screen, swiping right to look at the message you just received.

JD: >> Mind if we cancel dinner and stay in?

>> You make staying in sound like that’s a bad thing.

JD: >> Trust me, it works out fucking perfectly on my end.

You felt your cheeks burn reading your last message. “(Y/N)? Art History, remember?” Phoebe snapped you out of your thoughts. “Right, I’m coming”, you looped your arm under the strap of your handbag, quickly swallowing the last drop of your coffee and headed towards your group.

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JD: >> What’s the name of the Roman wall that bordered Britain?

>> Hadrian’s Wall?

JD: >> It doesn’t fit, there’s a goddamn ‘P’ in there that’s throwing me off.

>> Ohhh yeah they made it a bit difficult. It’s also called Picts Wall…and are you finishing the crossword puzzle without me?!

JD: >> Relax, baby. It’s not the one you and I have been working on. How much longer do you think you’ll be?

>> 20 minutes xx

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“Do you think I should invite him tomorrow night?” Regina bit her bottom lip, her deep set eyes focusing on her bright phone screen.

“Go for it!” Julian egged her on, “I know Jacob, he’s a pretty great guy”

“The more the merrier” You chimed, following your group out to the parking lot. “Let’s try and shoot for 8:00 though”

“Please tell me you’re not going to be occupying your weekend time studying” Phoebe groaned.

“On the contrary, I actually have plans, so I’ll meet up with you guys right after”

“Do you need a lift home?” Julian asked, a little eager than anticipated.

You tucked a strand of hair shyly away from your face, “Uhh…no. I actually have someone picking me up”. You haven’t exactly explained to your friends that you were in a new relationship with a guy you’ve only ever fantasized about. You didn’t mean to keep it a secret, but the subject never actually came up. You weren’t exactly going to bring it up either, as you were desperately trying to avoid the aftermath. From being invisible, to becoming the student capturing the attention of almost the entire university, you still tried to keep your life personal. You knew that most people were hoping that you and Julian would get back together and rekindle your seemingly perfect relationship. This revelation was only going to start unnecessary drama.

“Oh, we can just wait then…” He continued, hoping to spend just a few seconds longer in your presence.

“Don’t worry about” Your eyes catching onto the green truck parked in the corner of the lot under a tri-colored tree. A group of girls walking past took a double take of the driver before giggling amongst themselves. “My ride is over there”

Phoebe and Regina’s eyes followed your gaze, with Regina’s jaw almost dropping on sight. “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know your dad was picking you up!” She blurted without thinking. “I must say, he’s quite the silver fox…”

“Oh wow!Yeah, he is handsome!…I thought your parents weren’t coming until next weekend? Can we say hello?”

“Hold up, that’s your dad? He isn’t anything what I expected him to be…” Julian looked at you with curiosity, the three of them staring at the older man sitting in the driver’s seat.

Your face turned fifty shades of red. This definitely is going to be a lot harder to explain. If your friends just assumed he was your dad, most likely every other person that saw him did too. “You think he’s my father?” was all could muster up in response. You watched at how simultaneously the expression on their faces changed. “Well…who else could it be?” Phoebe asked.

You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” You innocently brushed aside her question as you waved your fingers goodbye, strutting towards the vehicle.

He had his windows rolled down, his eyes fixated on the newspaper, tapping his pencil against the steering wheel. You rested your elbow on the window, a few students who walked past eyed you as you stood by this strange gentlemen’s car. You cleared your throat, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but instead you were received with one of his slender fingers gesturing you to wait.

“Four letters, starts with ‘R’ and it means ‘excessively abundant’” His deep voice ran straight through you as he asked his question.

“Rife…” you pursed your lips, not pleased by his response.

That killer smile spread across his face, he wrote out the word before shoving his newspaper by his side. He removed his glasses, tucking them perfectly into the pocket of his leather jacket. When he finally turned face to you, he made the blood stop flowing through your veins. “You gettin’ in or what?”

“Well, it’s nice to see you finally notice me”, you teased. You made your way around the truck, stepping into the front seat. The car smelled of fresh tobacco, a sign that he tried to sneak in a quick smoke, a nervous habit he couldn’t kick. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring the bike”

“It’s at the shop right now, I’ll have to pick it up tomorrow” His eyes scanned down your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip taking notice of your dangerously short skirt. “You look good in plaid. I must say, it is giving me a few ideas…” He winked in your direction, you could see the naughty twinkle in those hazel eyes.

“Behave, Jeffrey…” You cut him off, but it didn’t stop the goosebumps from spreading all over your body. You were tempted to tease back, but noticing the crowd of people blatantly staring at the both of you, including your group of friends, was enough to stop you from doing anything. “Want to hear something funny?”

“Does it have anything to do with why the entire goddamn campus is staring at us right now?”

You responded with a cheeky giggle, feeling silly for even mentioning it to him. “My friends all thought you were my dad”

Jeff arched his brow in your direction. “Jesus…your fuckin’ kidding me, right?”. He shook his head with slight irritation, it was cute how sensitive he felt about the age gap between you two. “Does that include your idiot ex?”

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?” You playfully taunted.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Jealous? You and I both know that he can’t do any of the things that I do to you…”

“Apparently you weren’t what he was expecting…daddy” You purred, completely unaware of how erotic that sounded in Jeff’s head.

“Well fuck, sweetheart. Hearing it come from you sounds a whole lot better”. A sly grin curved his mouth upward. You felt him brush his fingers on your bare thigh, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck. Without warning, he brought your carnation pink lips onto his own. He wasn’t holding back the intensity of his kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his fingers tugged around the locks of your hair. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt his beard tickle your soft skin. You immediately forgot your surroundings, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck bringing him closer to your body. You could feel the heat between your legs when he brushed his other hand up teasing you by resting his hand right under the hem of your skirt. He nibbled at your bottom lip, grunting in a low, husky tone as he broke the kiss.

“You’re going to stir up quite the scandal, Dr. Morgan” you spoke breathlessly, recovering from your heightened moment.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, “Darlin’….you knew exactly what you signed up for when you decided to get involved with a man like me”. You felt his hand graze the fabric of underwear with a light touch, maintaining eye contact with you. “Let’s get the hell out of here…” he whispered, “Daddy’s got a few things he wants to take care of”

Your body pulsed with anticipation. You could sense the glares outside penetrate through the protective barrier of the car, feeling as though everyone could hear his taboo words. The excitement of what to come ran rampant through your mind. You pressed your chest up against his arm, brushing your lips past his ear. “Does that include me?” you spoke softly, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes for the brief second your lips touched his skin. He reversed the car out of the parking lot, driving away from the plenty of jaw dropping students who surely would have a lot to say about this by Monday.

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Part 2 

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Stitches [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! Will u pls do one where the reader is a nurse at alexandria and rick gets hurt and has to come see you so u can bandage him up? And shes younger and has always had a crush on him and he knows but has never acted on it. And maybe while shes helping him they start talking about personal stuff and she gets shy and blushes and hes teasing her about how he knows she likes him or something like that and it ends in super dirty smut?? I hope this makes sense lol. Thank u! 💓

Oh my gosh, this was so much fun to write. Hope I did it justice, anon! 😊

Words: 1,644

Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex, dirty talk

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: My first planned out series!  I hope you all like it because there are going to be a lot more parts. This will probably be the main plan for most of July and August. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: None

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Originally posted by sexy-stan

Tony’s Game

On simmering hot summer days, people tend to get creative. Much of the most brilliant inventions created were made out of boredom. At least, you assumed that to be true. Searches on Google to prove the validity of that statement drew a blank, but you still stand by it. Today was one of the many many boiling July days that forced you to stay indoors all day long. Going out in hundred degrees weather was hard enough. Going out in Manhattan in hundred degrees weather? You’d rather watch Steve try to take dance lessons again.

“Remind me why I even bothered to come here instead of staying in my room again?” Sam asked. He and a few other fellow Avengers were sprawled out on the couch of the communal rec room. Namely Steve, Wanda, and Bucky.

“Tony said he had a special surprise for us,” you shrugged. You were already sprawled out on another couch, taking up the entirety of it. You had been watching TV while snacking on chips since there was nothing better to do.

Nat walked in right as the commercial break came on. “I see I wasn’t the only one to get Tony’s message.” Clint followed right behind, still in uniform from his latest mission.

“What do you think he’s got planned?” Wanda wonders.

“Hopefully not another deadly world-dominating robot,” Sam snickered. Steve elbowed him, a stern fatherly look on his face. Bucky laughed as Sam recoiled from the hit. “What’s so funny?”

“Clearly not you,” Bucky replied. Sam feigned offense and punched the soldier on the arm, only to hear the sound of metal.

“Ow!”

Bucky only laughed harder and smirked. “Wrong arm, birdbrain.”

“I thought that was Clint’s nickname,” Nat observed.

Clint’s voice could be heard as he rummaged through the fridge for food. “Hey, don’t drag me back into another one of their squabbles.”

Steve opened his mouth to interject, but another voice interrupted. “That’s enough!” He blinked twice before closing his mouth and leaning back on the seat. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Tony.”

The coordinator of the meeting waltzed in like he always did when he had an invention to reveal. Vision trailed after, conveniently taking a seat next to Wanda. You thought it was funny how Wanda could seem to read everyone’s mind except her own.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wanda said out loud. You must have been thinking aloud again. She looked at you, eyes narrowing. All you could do was shrug and look expectantly towards Tony.

“Are you children done yet?” Tony crossed his arms.

“Just get to the point, Stark.” Nat tapped her foot impatiently.

“And hurry! House Hunters just came back on,” you inform everyone.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I swear only you and Tony would enjoy watching home renovation and real estate television.”

“I have an announcement if you haven’t forgotten!” Tony interjected for the umpteenth time. “And don’t worry, Y/N. You know I have it all taped ahead of time. Anyway, I am here to reveal…this!” He held up a small metallic box about the size of an iPhone. The A single, shiny golden button was the only thing on it. As soon as it was pushed, a robotic voice sounded through the room.

“Calculating statistics of Avengers…Captain America…Iron Man…The Hulk…”

Everyone looked at each other, then at Tony. “What is this?” Steve sounded quite concerned.

“Hush, Cap. You’ll see soon enough,” Tony shushed. The voice continued to rattle off names as the TV was replaced with a white screen, a circular loading icon in the center spinning and spinning.

“Calculations, complete.”

The screen faded into one filled with a ranking list, a few photographs, and a lot of numbers. The room was silent as everyone scanned the list, not leaving out a single detail. It was bizarre, even a little extraordinary. There for all to see was an “Avengers By Popularity” ranking list of you and your fellow teammates.

  1. Captain America (Steve Rogers) 
  2. Iron Man (Tony Stark)
  3. Hawkeye (Clint Barton)
  4. Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)
  5. Falcon (Sam Wilson)
  6. Thor (Thor Odinson)
  7. Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff)
  8. Vision (Vision)
  9. H/N (Y/N L/N)
  10. James Barnes (Bucky)

“I decided to take some liberties and exclude any of the Avengers who are otherwise too busy for this activity or not available,” Tony shrugged.

Steve looked around, surveying everyone’s faces. “Tony, explain the meaning of this. I don’t see why this invention was necessary and is doing more harm than good at this rate.”

“Aha, that’s part two. I’m announcing a competition!” Tony beamed. “You see, each one of you has come to me within the past month just asking for some. ‘Tony, I want a new computer’, ‘I want this I want that’ well I’m going to give it to you in a sense.”

“That makes no sense whatsoever,” Sam frowned.

“Let me rephrase, I’ll give you all an opportunity! This list is calculated based on all the stuff that makes people popular. I’m talking photo ops, advertising gigs, social media followers, you name it and it is counted. I’m proposing a competition to get rid of all this boredom nonsense and to finally get some of you off my back. Let the timer begin!”

He pushed the button again, and it revealed a countdown clock. Thirty days, twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes and counting.

“Whoever ends up being the most popular by the end of the month gets whatever they originally asked me for. If by some rare chance you didn’t ask for anything, I’ll give you anything you want within reason. And if I win, which I probably will, then it’s just less work for me. How does that sound?”

The room immediately burst into questions.

“Why did you do this?”

“Do I finally get a private jet?”

“I bet I could beat Tony.”

“Wait, so we can get anything?”

All the clamor died down as Steve approached Tony. His chest was puffed out like it usually was when he was going to confront someone. “Tony. Explain yourself. Now.”

“Listen, I think it’ll be a great learning experience for everyone and be a lot of fun. You always talk about improving ourselves and motivation. Think about it. We’ll be able to get out there and just be present! Help others and all that nice stuff that you always like. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Tony pointed out.

You could’ve heard a pin drop in that room. All eyes were on Steve. You knew if he was on board, then everyone else would be too. You could already see the excitement in their eyes. Nat and Clint probably already had their own competition going on with the way they were communicating with just facial expressions. You weren’t so sure about the whole thing yourself. You were pretty much tied last, only since Bucky was the actual last. But…the idea of getting what you wanted did sound awfully appealing.

“Only if every single person is one hundred percent okay with this.” Steve looked around the room, eyes stopping on Bucky. He looked conflicted, switching from staring at his score to Steve.

“I’m okay with it,” Bucky answered. Steve’s eyes widened. Clint almost choked on the water he was drinking. “If…”

“We’re adding in 'ifs’ now?” Sam muttered. Bucky narrowed his eyes at him.

“If I beat him, Sam will wear a 'loser’ shirt and not bother me for two weeks,” Bucky finished. Sam burst out into laughter, but Bucky didn’t seem deterred. “Do we have a deal or what?”

Sam wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh, you got a deal alright. Good luck catching up, Barnes.”

“Well if he’s agreed to it I think I am too,” Nat cuts in. Clint nods in agreement. Steve surveys the room, making sure everyone was comfortable with the contest. That only left you.

“Well, Y/N?” Steve looks to you. “You in?”

You look around. Everyone is just waiting for your answer. You glance at the screen again. Big letters shouting out at you. Number nine. Second to last. If you do this, you can’t go down. You need to improve. You need to get out more. You’re going to get that prize. “I’m in.”

Tony clapped his hands. “It’s settled then! You should all probably start booking your schedules instead of waiting for second-rate missions. We just wasted the last ten minutes or so squabbling.”

In an instant, the dead room was alive with scurries and chatter. Nat and Clint raced out as fast as possible, shouting to each other about all the popularity-inducing activities they were going to do. Tony exited like he entered, with grandeur and a knowing smirk. Wanda and Vision were still talking quietly, probably to do some planning and flirting like they always did.

Sam gave Bucky one last look and got up laughing. “Good luck.” He gave him a fake salute. “You’ll need it!”

You could hear Bucky growl. The TV screen flashed back to House Hunters. The couple finally decided on a nice beachfront condo. It looked amazing. You wished your room could look as nice as their master bedroom.

“So,” Bucky spoke first, a surprise to you both. “What do you have planned?”

“Trying to steal my ideas, Barnes?” You tease. Bucky sighed, rubbing neck.

“We’re not getting anywhere, are we?” Bucky frowned. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” Sure you weren’t the first person that comes to mind when people think of the Avengers, but you could improve…somehow.

“Listen, Y/N. We’re both pretty much dead last, and there’s no way we can beat anyone else working alone. I mean, you don’t have a plan. I know because you didn’t run out to hatch schemes like everyone else did. The only way we can win is if we work together,” Bucky proposes.

“Hey, I can be plenty charismatic and attention-grabbing on my own,” you argue. Bucky raised a brow.

“You spent the last week watching HGTV.”

“The houses just look so nice!” You slump into the couch. “Alright fine, we can work together to climb the ranks, but how? I mean, Steve is already America’s favorite golden boy. Tony has infinite riches. Nat and Clint will come up with something to try and beat each other out. Even Wanda and Vision have attracted a huge shipping following online!” You toss your hands up in the air. “How can we compete with shipping?”

Bucky rubbed his chin, thinking hard. He finally snapped his fingers. “That’s it!”

“What is?”

“Date me!” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Listen Bucky, I think you’re really hot but-”

“No, I mean like we should pretend to be a couple. You said shipping was the thing that gets the fans, right? Well, if we just become a better couple than everyone else, I’m sure people will flock to us!” Bucky explains. “Wait, you think I’m attractive?”

“That’s beside the point,” you wave his comment off. “You really think we can pull this off? Vision and Wanda are adorable!”

“But they’re not dating yet. We can beat them to it and become like a power-couple! Like the ones on TV,” Bucky pleads.

You laugh and shake your head. “You and Steve have been watching way too much reality television. Is this what Stark told you to research this time?”

Bucky looked a bit embarrassed. “Well, are you in or what? Come on, I know you’ve been asking Tony for room upgrades.”

You bite your lip and think hard. You do really like the idea of getting a sweet new suite. Plus, this was the first time Bucky has actually tried reaching out to you. You’ve tried making progress, but he’s always been so reserved up until recently. This could be the strange start of a beautiful friendship.

“I’m in, Barnes. Steve did always say you were a ladies man,” you chuckle.

“Great!” He beams. Just seeing him this excited made you a lot more motivated to win. “Because I already have a few ideas for our first date…”

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Tease || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: So I know you put everything on hold and I am so sorry about your grandma, I totally understand because I’m going through the exact same thing, I will keep you in my thoughts ❤️. I was just wondering if I could request something before I forget the idea 😂 so could you do an Imagine with reader X jughead where they are at pops with the gang and he keeps getting frisky with her under the table like thigh touching and stuff? Or something to that extent! Thank you so much!!

Warnings: Frisky Jughead

Word Count: 602

Originally posted by young-owlet

“(Y/N), are you gonna join us at Pop’s tonight?“ Veronica startled you as she linked her arm with yours suddenly.

“Oh yeah. I finished my paper last night so I’m free to hang out finally,“ she smiled at you while you walked out of the school in step. You two were walking to the car out front that was waiting for her.

“Good because Jughead has been annoying us with all the doom and gloom about everything and you’re the only one who gets him to shut up about it for a little bit,“ a soft chuckle left your lips as you got into the sleek black car.

“Where to, Miss Veronica?“ the driver said while he started to pull out of the school’s parking lot.

“Take us to Pop’s please,“ Veronica smiled quickly at you before turning her attention to responding the the text she got. You didn’t mind though. You enjoyed the silence that filled the car on the way to Pop’s. It was peaceful, “And here we are,” you jumped a little when you softly fell forward while the car slowed to a stop. You got out and walked to quickly link your arm with Veronica’s again before walking in and seeing the rest of the gang there in the booth.

“Oh, (Y/N), you’ve been released from your cage?”Archie laughed while you rolled your eyes and slid in the booth next to your boyfriend, Jughead. It felt right for you to be there. Betty and Veronica sharing knowing looks to one another, Archie finding a chair to pull up to the edge of the table being his usual cheeky self, and you and Jughead leaning gently on each other as laughs fell into the open air.

“Babe, did you finish your paper or are you taking a break?“ Archie, Betty, and Veronica were talking about the next football game and Archie’s music so Jughead took this opportunity to talk to you.

“I finished it last night,“ you went to sip your vanilla milkshake when Jughead almost made you choke by placing his hand fairly high up on the inside of your thigh. He completely avoided that one area though.

“(Y/N), are you okay?“ Betty’s voice was laced with concern from your very sudden coughing fit.

“Yeah, the milkshake went down the wrong pipe, that’s all,“ you got the rest of your coughing out while glaring at Jughead, who stared at you with an innocent smile. You couldn’t help but be thankful for wearing jeans that day though because as the night continued, both yours and Jughead’s frustration with each other grew. He kept teasing you under the table and leaning to kiss the side of your head while whispering some raunchy stuff into your ear but his advances weren’t gonna make too much progress with your jeans on.

“You tired, Jug?“ you smirked at him knowing full well that he wasn’t at all tired.

“A little bit why? You ready to get some sleep, baby?“ luckily for you two, the conversation was normal so the friends you were spending time with didn’t suspect anything. Of course, that could also be because they couldn’t see Jughead’s hand teasing you and squeezing your thigh tightly.

“Yeah,“ he patted your thigh as a signal to get up. The rest of your friends knew you two were going to up and leave after quick goodbyes like usual but they hand no idea about anything to follow your leave.

“When we get back, those jeans better be on the floor,” Jughead’s words were harsh in your ear as a teasing giggle left your lips.

I hope you like it! And thank you for saying that you’ll keep my grandma in your thoughts! I am keeping you and your family in my thoughts as well

~Ace~

Dirty Thoughts

A/n : This is my first smut ever. Also I am Indian and we don’t actually get sex ed in general so all my knowledge comes from smut fics and porn( which i find scary af cause god that looks painful). 

Thanks to @the-resident-wallflower for encouraging me to do this <3

Also credits go to @reidbyers aka the queen of nsfw head cannons. Thanks for being kind enough to let me elaborate on this idea. 

Also @sassygeek77 who was a darling and edited it <3

Pairing : Luke Alvez x reader

POV: Third but it shifts occasionally

Word count : 1104 words of hotness and sin

WARNING :  Sexual themes and well sex.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

All he wanted to do was sleep. He was gonna take his shower, and sleep. Simple plan, right? It would have been if he hadn’t heard her voice. It was when he stepped out  of the shower. Wet and half naked, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

It was only then could he hear her moaning : sweet soft and breathy. He could tell she was trying to be quiet. His face heated up and he backed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and turning the sink on to let the water run. He rubbed his hand over his face and paced the floor.

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princess-of-luxury  asked:

Omgggggggggg hey bae can you please do a best friend thing with Christian Yu like you did for joonie 😎😎😎 please and thank you 😘😘

Sorry it’s been forever. But I’m finally doing this.. A year later lmfao. And I don’t remember for the life of me exactly how the Namjoon one went so this is close to it, just with knew ideas. I hope you like it<3 

Friendly Competition(AMBW):

“Get your damn hand off my face!” You cried out trying to squirm from behind the large hand that was covering both of your eyes. 

“That’s what you get for trying to cheat.” Christian replied calmly as he lifted his hand from your eyes going back to gripping his controller with both hands. He looked ahead at the screen laughing to himself while you fumed out beside him against the floor. 

It was a typical day between you two when he did actually come over. You would watch movies together and cuddle, or you would play video games until one person lost and had to buy the other food. It had been some time since you saw him but now he was here, and you planned on kicking his ass in every game possible until he brought more food. It was harder now that he was promoting himself now trying to get out there to get a job. But you had to remind yourself he was trying and that was better than nothing. 

“Shut up, I’m better without trying to cheat- I’m better than you at a lot of things actually.” You said pretty haughtily sticking your nose in the air, as if you had said something that blew his mind. 

“Oh really now?” He asked you with a smirk never taking his eyes off the screen. You should’ve knew then this was going to go south but you weren’t one to loose. Especially when the competition was against him.

“Yes really!” You shouted crashing your car into his, it caused him to furrow his eyebrows and growl at you, but he only spared you a quick glance before going back to his controller and the TV screen. 

“Please elaborate more and tell me any times I’ve ever lost against you.” He was curious and teasing all at the same time, you could tell by the tone in his voice. Sitting up some, your shorts bunched around the insides of your thighs as you quickly pressed your thumbs down on the buttons to steer the car into one more lap. 

“Ok-ok there was that time in summer camp I beat you swimming to the pole and back!” You cheered nodding your head as you thought of old stuff. 

“That didn’t count I got a cramp AND you once again cheated by splashing water in my face.” He countered rolling his eyes. 

“Alright, what about a month ago when I ate my ice cream faster than you because you got a brain freeze?” You questioned growing agitated with the male. 

 “I was trying to impress the curly haired waitress you know that. Besides I beat you eating all the meat. You couldn’t even fit it in your mouth.” He smirked winking. It caused a dark glower to dust your brown cheeks as you glared at him. 

“Bragging about having a big mouth?”

“No more like proving a fucking point. Don’t get mad and take your eyes off the road princess. Not my fault you can’t swallow.” He said with a dark chuckle laughing as your car hit the wall and staggered into on coming traffic. 

Quickly your eyes darted back to the screen as you got offended by him just running your mouth at this point. “Shut the fuck up you don’t know what I can and can’t do.”

“Oh really says the girl who told me one guy called you back because you kept choking on his dick because your gag reflexes hadn’t kicked in yet. But lucky for you he liked that shit. Didn’t you say your makeup also got ruined you cute little button?” He asked using one hand to squish your cheeks together with his index finger and thumb cupping it so hard you winced jerking back as he blew a mock kiss chanting because he was close to the finish line. 

“I have gotten better! And you were never supposed to repeat that Christian! It doesn’t matter, you talk so much shit but yet who was the one who first ever turned you on in the matter of minutes huh? Who was the girl who took your kiss and got your little dick all hard-”

“LITTLE?! LITTLE! You’re funny!” He roared pausing the game turning his body halfway to face you. “Alright, let’s go there then princess. Who was the fucking one grinding against my ‘little’ dick like her life depended on it? Who was the one that I got to scream out daddy before I even hit the official age of twenty one huh? i got your pussy wet just by a couple of words I didn’t even have to touch you.” He growled glaring at you clearly offended by how you shut down the size of his dick. 

“Look whose offended now.” You said simply shrugging as you looked back at the screen about to press play. You wouldn’t tell him he was wrong, because he wasn’t and you remembered everything about that day, sometimes wishing that day would happen again. So much had changed over the course of three years and he looked better now than he ever did. Your fingers were moving to press the play button before he grabbed your hand again yanking your remote control from you.

“Then how about a little game now? You’re so set on beating me and since we are best friends we can do anything right?” He asked with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, his hand reaching up to comb a string of hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, sure Christian whatever you want.” You were getting fed up and honestly anything to shut him up worked with you.

“Handjobs.” He said simply. 

“Excuse me?!” You practically shouted watching him. 

“Hand… Jobs. Like you know using your hand on private parts? Things you do to get off?”

“Christian I know what the fuck a hand job is, but really out of all things?” You asked him shifting in your spot, because damn that thought got you worked up.

“Are you scared? Come on, I know you’re attracted to me. And I’m still attracted to you. This way we can fuck around see if we like it or want to stay friends. No harm no foul right?” He asked kissing your nose. 

“Fine.” The answer came out quicker than you would like but it didn’t change the fact that you wanted it, and your body wanted it bad. You were more than sure your panties were ruined at the moment. 

“Good. This is how it works. We can kiss. We can use hands. That’s it. Loser has to do what the other says without protest.” Christian said simply shrugging. “Are you ready?” He asked scooting closer to you, and you were so nervous you wanted to scoot back but instead you stayed in place and nodded your head.

“Aright.” He said gently, his hand coming up to pull you even closer to his body with his fingers on the waist band of your shorts. Your leg lifted up so that you could place your feet against the floor a position you always sat in when playing your game. He leaned forward to brush his lips against yours igniting a kiss between the two of you.

His lips were so soft like you imagined, and much more plump to kiss. His mouth seemed to mold against yours in a perfect way. His hand lifted up to rub down between the valley of your breast and down your stomach until he was pushing his hand inside the confines of your panties smirking against your lips when he rubbed your wet folds. “I fucking knew it.”

His husky voice came out a bit deeper, he wasted no time rubbing two of his fingers against your clit, his eyes watching you with burning desire. Soft moans echoed throughout the large front room, while your hand made its way to unzip down his zipper on his pants and shove your hand in his boxers to grip as his hardening flesh. He gave a tiny hiss and a smirk was now on your face as you watched him. 

“Why are you smirking?” He asked rubbing harder and faster, the slick wet sounds of his fingers pressing against you starting to produce while you panted and slightly squirmed matching his pace. “Kitten likes that doesn’t she?” He asked leaning down to bite on your earlobe sucking on it with his teeth. 

“Y.. Yes daddy.” You said shakily feeling your hips tremble and buck against his hand.

“Good girl.” He purred out using his same two lubed up fingers from your juices to slip inside of your pussy. He groaned at the tight warmth wrapping around his digits starting out slow he let you adjust, but the pure want and lust written on your face almost made him take you right then and there. 

“Fuck-” You started but couldn’t finish. It felt better than your own tiny fingers rubbing hard as you thought of that man. He had you gone, and you knew the game was already over the moment he touched you. Curving his fingers he started to thrust them in and out of you at a slow pace, his eyes trailing down to your hardening nipples that were showing through your shirt. He used his fingers to go faster pressing them every way he could trying to find your spot. 

“See baby.. You should’ve been careful telling daddy all you liked.” He said, his own hips snapping against your hand. You did good to keep up his pace matching him, your thumb gliding over the tip of his slit playing with it smearing the precum on the head of his shaft as he finger fucked you. 

“I don’t even care about the game- Barom fuck me!” You whined slightly grinding your hips against his hand in a needy manner. Your head hung back as your stomach tightened, his pace becoming faster as he would scissor you and stretch you out. 

“Do you want it?” He asked knowing the answer. The nod of your head wasn’t enough.

“Say it. Say I won. Say you want daddy Yu. Say his dick isn’t small.” He pouted playfully letting his fingers press against your spot as his thumb rubbed your clit. And those were the words you repeated not even arguing with what he wanted. 

It took him mere seconds to have your shorts and panties thrown off and to the side of your boxers, while he hastened to pull out his dick from the rest of his clothes not even taking them off fully. One hand held onto your hips guiding you down as the other gripped at the base of his shaft. 

He moved your shirt up a bit so that you both could see him when he finally stretched you out for the first time. Your head rolled back eyes closed and lips parted as a content moan left your lips. A grunt of pleasure ripping from his throat as he pushed himself inside of you deep. Your hands moved to his shoulders, holding onto him you started to bounce yourself up and down letting him stretch you out more. He gripped your hips with both of his hands slamming you down onto his dick over and over again. 

His feet planted into the floor as he pushed up into you, hands going down to grip at both of your ass cheeks instead where he would pull the cheeks apart and slap your ass only to bounce you harder and faster on his dick. The wet sounds could be heard mixed in with your cries for him to go faster or fuck you deeper. Your juices trailed from your pussy down to his jeans that he still hand on and some making it to his balls, the wet feeling causing him to groan. He leaned up to kiss you again shoving his tongue in your mouth while you both kissed fighting for dominance. 

The rough fucking felt good and you knew your ass would be sore as soon as this was all over. He continued to slam you down, gripping so hard his nails dug into your ass cheeks over and over again. 

“I’m close!” You warned out panting when he broke the kiss. 

“Cum for daddy.” He grinned lazily, his dark hair sticking to his face as one of his hands moved to rub your clit giving you extra stimulation. Nodding you keep your eyes on him until your walls were clamping around his dick and you were cumming on his shaft crying out his name. After a few more thrusts and making sure he fucked you thoroughly he released inside of you holding you close and slowing down to ride out your orgasms. His hands wrapped around you as he held you to his chest. 

“Well.” He stated after sometime. “What do you have to say?”

“Be mine firstly. And secondly, loosing never felt so good until today.”

~

Hope it didn’t suck too bad love <3 

anonymous asked:

Hi can you do a scenario where MC gets mugged (with/without a member of RFA being with her when it happens, your choice). Thanks!

After writing this one out, I kind of realized that maybe not all of these scenarios would be considered mugging. I didn’t want to sound too repetitive so hopefully it turned out okay, please let me know if it didn’t! I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung

  • You and Yoosung were just finishing up some grocery shopping during the nighttime
  • Yoosung was tired after a long day, so you convinced him to wait for you at the car while you finished paying
  • He happily agreed since there wasn’t too many groceries and when he got to the car, he started dosing off
  • When you finished up at the store, you walked a little nervously through the dark with the groceries
  • Out of no where, a man came up and pushed you into a wall, making you drop all of the groceries as the man grabbed your purse and ran off
  • Yoosung was wondering what was taking you so long as he saw a man running away out of the corner of his eye
  • He got out of the car to find you crying against a wall and immediately began to feel anger
  • You told him between choked tears that you were mugged by a man, making all of the pieces fit for Yoosung
  • Immediately, Yoosung took you over to the car, making sure you were safe, then bolted over to the man who he saw running earlier to kick his ass
  • Even though he was scared out of his mind, Yoosung knew that he had to protect you no matter what
  • By the time Yoosung got back, he was out of breath and had a black eye but he did have your purse
  • You started tearing up again, hugging Yoosung and thanking him over and over again
  • Yoosung hugged you back tightly, telling you that even though he wasn’t the toughest man out there, he would always protect you no matter the cost

Zen

  • Zen had set up a meet and greet with his fans as a thank you for all of their support
  • You were never really a big fan of events like this but if it made Zen happy, then it made you happy as well
  • A lot more people came then the two of you expected so you stood at the end of the line helping direct people while Zen greeted his fans
  • It was all going fine until a two girls came up to you and pushed you into a nearby alleyway
  • They told you that you didn’t deserve Zen and they were going to make sure that Zen would never have to see you again
  • At this point, the last fan had greeted him but Zen couldn’t find you anywhere
  • He felt his heart beat rise as Zen started to frantically search for you
  • Zen got there the moment one of the girls hit you across the face
  • At that moment, Zen could have cared less if they were his fans or not, Zen raced over to them and ripped both of the girls away from you
  • Zen immediately called for security to take the two girls away, both of them looking a little more than displeased
  • But Zen’s focus was entirely on you, he wrapped his strong arms around you, apologizing over and over again about not being there to protect you
  • When you told Zen that he got there just in time, that they only struck your face, he breathed a mild sigh of relief
  • He told the press that he wouldn’t do anymore meet and greets for a while until his fans could learn to show some respect to you
  • Anytime the two of you go out, Zen always holds your hand tightly and vows to himself that no other person will ever lay a hand on you again

Jaehee

  • You and Jaehee had decided to go out to a local cafe since the two of you both had the day off
  • Jaehee got your order while you went to find a place outside to sit
  • It wasn’t too crowded, in fact, there was hardly anyone else around, creeping you out a little bit
  • Your mind started wondering what was taking Jaehee so long until a group of sketchy looking men surrounded you
  • One of them grabbed your arm while the others started searching through your bag for money and other valuables
  • By the time Jaehee got outside to see you, she stiffened at the sight before her
  • Jaehee threw the hot drinks at the men going through your bag and pushed the man holding your arm away from you
  • She then shoulder throwed the man and glared at the others, making them all get the message as they hurried off
  • Jaehee wanted to chase the men down and make them truly suffer until she noticed you trying to calm yourself down
  • She goes into protective mode and helps slow your breathing until you calm down
  • Jaehee tells you that she’ll teach you some self-defense judo moves to help you out when she’s not around
  • Jaehee also promises to never leave you along like that again, that she’ll always be there for you

Jumin

  • Jumin had the day off so he decided to take you shopping an a super upscale mall for some new clothing
  • Shopping with Jumin could be stressful, if you even look at something in a certain way he’ll immediately buy it for you
  • So when you found a couple of dresses to try on, you had to shoo Jumin away or else he’d not make you try them on and just buy them all for you
  • Jumin reluctantly agreed and went over to the other side of the store to find more things for you to try on
  • Just as you were about to slip into one of the dresses, you heard someone knock on the door
  • You rolled your eyes, assuming it was Jumin and cracked the door open to tell him to leave but instead of your beloved, a tall man barged into your dressing room
  • You were about to scream since there was a strange man was looking at your half naked body but he pushed you into the door
  • He snatched your expensive purse along with ripping off the necklace you were wearing that Jumin gave you for your anniversary
  • Jumin was walking over to your dressing room, with many dresses in hand, but froze in his tracks when he saw what was going on
  • Never in your life had you seen Jumin look so enraged, he threw the dresses down and tackled the man to the ground, calling his body guards in the process
  • Once the weirdo was taken away, Jumin embraced you tightly, telling you how sorry he was that he wasn’t there for you
  • You assured him that you were only a little shaken but okay and Jumin made you promise to let him be by your side when out in public
  • Of course you agreed, knowing that Jumin always had your best intention in mind
  • But what you didn’t know was that the man who mugged you was going to be thrown onto a deserted island, never to be seen or heard from again because no one touches Jumin Han’s woman

Seven

  • You and Seven had decided to finally go outside and get some fresh air
  • It was a simple date, just a walk through the park while holding hands
  • Seven spotted an ice cream truck and after getting your order, ran over to the truck
  • You went to sit at a nearby bench and pulled out your phone to check the messenger
  • All of a sudden, your phone was snatched from your hands along with your bag from some stranger
  • You were about to wreck the man but he pushed you to the ground before you could
  • Seven walked happily to you only to see some random man running off with your bag and you on the ground
  • He threw the ice creams to the ground and chased after the man, using his hacker physical training to his advantage
  • Seven caught up to the man and kicked him in the crotch, then grabbed the man’s wallet and proceed to use his own phone to hack into the man’s personal accounts
  • After leaving the man penniless and with the cops on their way, Seven hurried back over to you to make sure that you were okay
  • You were just shaken up bit, but you told Seven that if it wasn’t for him you’d be a lot worse
  • Seven reassured you that he was the Defender of Justice for a reason and told you that he would always protect you no matter what
  • You thanked him but asked what happened to the ice creams, making Seven look away sheepishly but he made sure to buy you a new one
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Ugly Duckling 

Imagine: Gladys “Juniper” Jones is the twin sister of Jughead. The two are pretty similar; they dress alike, act alike, and overall are definitely twins. One day Juniper decides to dress a little more outside of her comfort zone, and faces the harsh repercussions. 

A/N: Om my god, I love Riverdale so much. Jughead is my smol bean that I will protect at all costs! Honestly, though all the characters are so great (looking  😏) and I can’t get enough. I have already fallen head over heels for this fandom and have decided to write an imagine. This is going to a multi-part fic, with some Reggie action because honestly, Reggie is just precious. This part doesn’t give him some good light, but just wait and it will get good.

Veronica places a small piece of cloth on my lap. I hold the shirt at arm’s length and examine it. It is very small. Holding it against my chest it doesn’t even reach my belly button. “I’m not going to take no for an answer,”

I scrunch my nose looking at my reflection. “It’s kinda small,”

“That’s the point,” Veronica rests her chin on my shoulder. I lock gazes with her reflection. A sigh escapes her lips. “Okay, here,”

She pulls a denim jacket from her closet to pair with the shirt. Betty chimes in from her spot on Veronica’s bed. “Now we definitely aren’t taking a no,”

“Fine,” Betty and Veronica squeal simultaneously.

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The next morning I stare at the front of the school apprehensively. Should I even go in? I pull at the hem of the crop top that barely grazes my belly button. I release one last breath and walk into school. Heads turn as I walk past and I receive many incredulous stares.

“DAMN!” Veronica and Betty are at the end of the hall walking over. Veronica scans my outfit. “Juni, you’re so hot!”

I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. Betty takes me by the shoulders giving me her signature warm smile. “She’s right, Juni! You look amazing,”

“Juni is that you? You look so hot!” Kevin walks up and pushes Betty aside to get a good look at my outfit. “If I wasn’t gay you’d definitely be on my list,”

“Thanks, guys,” I adjust the strap on my shoulder and head down the hall. The other fall in step behind me. “I’m just worried what Jughead will think,”

“You didn’t see him?”

“Not exactly, I’ve kinda been avoiding him,” Veronica slaps my shoulder. Just then the first bell rings and I back away from the group. “I’ll see you guys later!”

For the remainder of the day, I get other compliments along the lines of ‘you look great’ and ‘nice outfit’. Some guys were a little more outright and said ‘you look hot’ but I appreciated the compliments nonetheless. It’s weird to see the reaction after changing from my normal attire of jeans and a t-shirt.

Since Jughead is working on the Blue and Gold with Betty and will be out late, I have to catch a ride with our friend Archie. My gaze is on the floor as I amble down the hallway towards the locker room.

“Hey, Wednesday Addams!” My body tenses when I hear the familiar nickname. I quicken my pace trying to flee the situation. My hands clench into tight fists.  “Guys, I don’t think twisted twin here heard us,”

Chuck and his Goons quickly surround me and corner me against a locker. Chuck’s gaze travels across my body sending chills down my spine. “Nice outfit,”

No words come out of my mouth. Unlike my brother who has a way with words, my brain short circuits in situations like these leaving me mute. “Too bad you’re just an ugly duckling thinking she can be a swan,”

The laughter from the group of guys surrounding me sounds like hammers against my skull. My heart pounds against my chest and my breathing quickens. “You know what, though?”

Chuck leans on the locker beside me so that his face is only millimeters from mine. “Do you like maple syrup?”

“You would really get with trailer trash like that?” Moose furrows his brows staring at me like I am just dirt under his feet. I swallow the lump in my throat. Please, just go away.

“Here’s the thing about trash. You use it once and then throw it away,” The guys erupt in laughter patting Chuck on his back for his clever word-play. I use this moment as a chance to break away.

I run to the boys’ locker room only a few doors away, hoping that Archie is still here. The locker room is oddly quiet when I walk in. “A-archie?”

When there is no response I realize that I’m alone. I lean my head back against a locker and sink to the ground. Tears roll down my cheeks. I bury my head in my arms rested on my knees. Why was I stupid enough to dress like this?

“Juniper?” I jump to my feet as Reggie emerges from behind a locker. He looks at the tears on my cheeks which I wipe away with the sleeve of my jacket.

“What? Are you here to finish off the job? Tell me I am delusional for thinking I could ever dress nice, could be anything other than trash you will throw away? I think your goons got that covered,”

I storm out of the locker room. My body hits something hard. Jughead takes my face in his hands holding it up for inspection. “What happened?”

“J-juggie. I-I just couldn’t d-do anything,” I choke out between sobs. Jughead buries my face in his chest rubbing my back. I soak his shirt with tears.

“It’s okay, Junie. I’ll fix it,”

superfan94  asked:

Hi! So this is a prompt for whenever you have the time I just need to get it out there before I forget! Totally not a priority right now! So I got this scene in my head of Lucy (I miss her!!!! And Jenna) walking in on Maggie and Alex in the middle of sexy times! And a week later still teasing Alex about it! Sorry it's just you've made me obsessed with Alex/Lucy friendship. Again not sure priority just wanted it written down before I forget.

If they absolutely had to be walked in on by Lucy Lane – if it had to happen – Alex would have wanted it to be on one of the times she was on top, one of the times she had Maggie held down and screaming her name and begging her for more.

Because that? That, Lucy would have congratulated her for and teased her about, but the teasing would have been more of the same, more of what she already got from her friend.

But as it is?

As it is, Lucy lets herself into Maggie’s apartment when Maggie has Alex wearing nothing but her glasses, on her knees in front of the couch, cuffs on her wrists above her head as Maggie holds a vibrator inside her, tilted to pressure Alex’s clit, and Alex is nothing if not wrecked.

Lucy’s jaw drops and her eyes widen and her mouth goes completely dry.

And she promptly trips over her own feet.

Maggie swears and Alex pants, barely able to react to the interruption, and Maggie holds up a hand to Lucy, leaning over Alex to grab a throw blanket to wrap her in.

“I’ve got you, babe, okay? It’s just Lucy, everything’s okay, alright?”

Alex nods and lets her eyes flutter closed as Maggie uncuffs her hands, kisses her wrists, and wraps her up.

“So Agent Danvers,” Lucy starts as Alex recovers from the interruption, safe with Maggie’s arm around her. “Badass in the streets, bottom in the – “

“Don’t finish that sentence, Lane, or I’ll show you that badass part right now.”

“What, you naked except for a blanket and those sexy sexy reading glasses that your girlfriend apparently loves so much?”

Lucy smirks and Maggie chokes and Alex pffts and takes off her glasses immediately.

“We’re going to never speak about this again, clear?”

“Mmhmm. Clear as crystal, Danvers.”

But that doesn’t stop Lucy from asking Alex to read out an ingredient list for her and Maggie while they cook, nudging her glasses toward her as she acts.

“Wanna make sure you can see properly, Alex.”

It doesn’t stop her from, a few days later, asking Alex how her wrists are doing. If her throat is still sore from all that screaming of Maggie’s name.

“Just looking out for you, Danvers.”

And it doesn’t stop her, a full week later, from checking in with Alex while she’s watching her spar with new trainees at the DEO.

“Careful there, Agent Danvers, you don’t wanna reopen the rug burns on your knees.”

Each time, Alex wants to be irritated and she wants to be annoyed.

She really does.

But each time, she can do nothing but blush, and splutter, and gulp, and pfft, and forget how to string words together.

Which is exactly why Lucy keeps doing it.

Until, that is, J’onn overhears her latest crack about whether Alex’s ray gun has as many settings as her vibrator, and begs her, for the love of all that is decent on this god forsaken planet, to leave Agent Danvers’s love life at home.

“I will if she does,” Lucy mutters at that, and Vasquez snorts.

“Good god, I need to retire.”

Namjoon Scenario: Moonchild.

Request:  Hello :) can you do a Namjoon songfic based off Embarrassed (Blanket Kick)? I loved Namjoon’s line there, “I was too shy to be your sun so I became a cold moon.” :) Thanks!

Genre: Fluff 


There were many things in life that were easy for Namjoon; you never fell into that category. Maybe it was that way in which the flirty swaying of your skirt with your walking made him a little crazier inside, making him feel bashful of the childish and rushed beating of his heart whenever his eyes got lost into the seemingly infinite length of your legs, which wasn’t childish at all, his thoughts were way far from it and he only hoped you hadn’t noticed any of that.

But it was definitely weird the way he acted around you, whenever you threw a smile to his way and he tried to not be embarrassed for not knowing how to react. You were just so pretty, so special, all shiny eyes and silky hair and how could he compete for that? It was as if you were in some sort of different level, way out of his league. Unreachable, like the stars you stared at the majority of the nights from your window.

Namjoon had observed you from afar the few nights he was given the chance, you’d moved right in front of his house, your bedroom’s window at perfect sight, so whenever you sat there with your little notebook and staring up at the starry night sky, Namjoon’s eyes wouldn’t leave your form. He felt like a creeper sometimes, and there were others, when he wouldn’t think about what he was doing because he was too focused on you.

You would wrap yourself with a fluffy blanket, and Namjoon would feel himself smile, urging him and not for the first time, to take his own notebook to scribble lyrics about a girl who loved the night despite being able to glow from within like sunlight itself did.

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Countdown To You | Pt. 4

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Genre: angst, fluff, a tiny bit of implied smut (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED LOL)

Member: Park Jimin

Words: 3.5k

“Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)

A/N: woah, i’m early lmao. i was supposed to update this on the 8th but i finished it sooner than i thought so…. here you go! ;) 

Song rec: Love In Color - Taeyeon

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt.4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6


You truly felt like an outcast in this expensive, European restaurant located in the middle of the Gangnam era, chewing on some expensive ass piece of meat – so expensive that you would be able to buy yourself ten McDonalds menus, the kind of restaurant that was more of your level. As you chewed on the expensive, but immensely delicious, piece of meat, you scanned your surroundings once more. The fellow customers looked like people who were at Jimin’s level – rich, good-looking and tremendous – the kind of person you never would be.

“Relax a bit, will you? You’re really tense at the moment.”

Jimin’s honeydew-like voice caused you to jump in your seat slightly, as a light shade of red rose to your cheeks, a bit embarrassed at the fact that Jimin probably noticed you being an awkward mess. If he indeed noticed this, he did not say anything about it, knowing that it would make the situation even more awkward – and you silently thanked him for not remarking it.

“I wish I could, but this place makes me a little bit conscious about myself you know,” you deadpanned, eying Jimin with an emotionless expression as you kept munching on your food. You must have looked ridiculous, because a second later, your CEO was laughing wholeheartedly at you. If the person laughing at you was not Park Jimin, you’d probably throw a fork at him in irritation.  

“Don’t worry about that, Y/N. That dress makes you look as elegant as the other women in here,” Jimin complimented you, before taking a small sip of his wine – his eyes still glued on yours. You almost choked in your meat as you heard this unusual compliment, and you could stop yourself from coughing out loud in time. You then looked down at your dress briefly, quirking up an eyebrow as you thought of Jimin’s compliment while seeing how tight the dress was on you.

“Are you sure about that? I don’t think elegant is the right way to describe my look,” you said mockingly, stabbing the fork into the piece of meat, but you quickly stopped it after realizing how expensive this piece of meat actually was.

“Maybe I used the wrong words.” With that, Jimin put down his glass of wine, before eying you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You could not help but just blink at him, wondering what he was about to say next, as you put down your fork as well.

“It’s not the dress that makes you look elegant. It’s you yourself that makes you look elegant. Maybe it’s just me, or this crazy attraction that I feel towards you every time I lay my eyes on you – but in my eyes, you always look elegant. Yeah, it’s not the dress. It’s you.”

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BTS When They See You Crying (Not bc of them)

Seokjin:

Regardless of the why you are crying, Seokjin would be really incredible at being by your side and cheering you up.  He’d be be by your side as you cried and would rub your back or hug you depending on how you felt.  When your tears slowed he would ask you what was wrong, keeping in mind not to push you to tell him.  He would listen to you for as long as you wanted.  The input he would give you would only be at your own emotions benefit and would never make you feel worse by telling you that your emotions were idiotic.  From there, he would at your leg and ask you to follow him into the kitchen.  He would then proceed to make you and meal you wanted and would happily eat it with you while watching a feel good movie.  Overall, he would be the perfect gentleman (and boyfriend).

“Jagi?”  He spoke when you’re crying was replaced with sniffles.  “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?”  You shook your head no and he nodded before smiling.  “Well then, I’ll have to cheer you up another way.  What do you want to eat?  Black bean noodles?  Tofu curry?”  The smile wouldn’t leave his face as he worked his hardest to cook you a meal full of love.  “Let’s watch a movie now, okay?”

Yoongi:

In reality, Yoongi would be cautious when he saw you crying.  In no way did he want to upset you anymore and he also knew that this would most likely leave him with a better understanding of who you are.  He would not want to make any mistakes and that would make him seem a little distant.  However, if you asked him why he was so awkward and said that you needed a hug, he would give you one and e hit with the reality that he isn’t supposed to not upset, but make you feel better.  He’d be the best at listening to your problems, but also knowing you might want to not talk or be alone.  Overall,  Yoongi would be very understanding of your choices while upset, but cautious and nervous on how she should act while you did so.

His hand lightly patted your down turned head.  Currently, you were crying into your hands and Yoongi was sitting by your side.  In no way did he knew how to act.  His body was awkward and even though you couldn’t see him, you could tell.  “Yoongi-ah,” you looked up at him.  “Why won’t you hug be, jeez!”  His eyes widened and he immediately moved closer to you.  He hugged you and laughed.  He responded, “Even in the middle of all these tears, you still find a way to nag me.”  The response would have you lightly hitting his shoulder, bug he wouldn’t care because he knew he took away your sad thoughts.

Hoseok:

There are two ways that Hoseok could respond.  Most likely and most often, he would do everything he could to make you feel better.  He would ask you over and over if you need anything and would speak more than you.  His words would be in order to calm you as he pulled you into a hug and pet your hair.  You would most likely be in this position for a half hour.  The other way Hoseok would ask is crying with you.  This would only happen if you were in pain, whether it be heartbreak or a broken arm.  Hearing to scream and cry would be too much for him and he would burst into tears while hugging you.  In that scenario, not words would be spoken until both of you were done crying.

“Aigoo!  Aigoo!  Why are you crying?  Ah, come here,” Hoseok said as he pulled you into his arms.  “Do you need anything?  Water?  Food?  A blanket?”  You shook your head.  “Ah, then I guess you just need kisses!”  Hoseok laughed and began kissing everywhere, but your lips.  When he had finished kissing our face, he would begin speaking again.  “Do you want to talk about it?  Or do you want to be distracted?”  During all of your talking, his arms would always be wrapped around you and he would be willing to do anything to make you feel better.

Namjoon:

Namjoon would be incredibly worried and would rush to your side.  However, when he sat down next to you, he wouldn’t know what to do.  Essentially, you were a bomb and he was the diffuser.  Anything he did could trigger you and make you cry even more, but he still needed to do something, anything.  His ultimate goal would to comfort you and get you to talk about your problems because it was the best thing to do for him.  Every now and then, as you talked about what plagued your thoughts, he would ask you a question that could potentially help your problem, but he would never insist solutions, knowing full well that simply talking about your problem is best for now until you calm down.  Overall, he would be next to you as long as you needed him.

His hand settled on your back, but he stayed quiet.  Eventually, you naturally started talking about what happened and Namjoon listened.  Nothing else crossed his mind as he listened to your voice talk.  He carefully processed every word you said and made sure to contemplate every response you had.  Eventually, he would hug you and suggest something to help get your mind off of the problem.  It was something he knew you would enjoy and find only joy in.  He would be close to you and would only leave your side if you wanted.

Jimin:

Jimin would be rather worried, but confused as to how to react.  He didn’t know what would be the best thing to do, but the idea of leaving you alone killed him.  Seeing you cry killed him.  Eventually, Jimin wouldn’t be able to take it any longer and would rus to your side and hug you.  He wouldn’t insist you do anything, but would make sure you knew that he was there for you.  Overall, his mentality would be to put your first and do anything you wanted him to.  Whether that be listen to you talk or go out to buy you chocolates he didn’t care.

“Jagi?” Jimin said when he walked into your room to see you in tears.  You looked up and offered him a pitiful smile.  There was only silence while Jimin contemplated what to do.  Finally, he moved to your side and hugged you.  “You don’t have to talk.  Do whatever you want,” He spoke, his voice quiet and dripping with care.  His body provided warmth and would give you a comforting awareness that someone was there for you.  After your tears died down, he spoke up again, “I will do anything for you, Jagi, just say the word.  Anything to make you feel better.”  Instantly, you would be incredibly aware of how much care Jimin had for you.

Taehyung:

Taehyung would try so hard to make you laugh.  He knew very well that going up to you and pulling a comedy show would be insensitive, but he also knew that he wanted to see your gorgeous smile.  The result of that combination would be him listening and comforting you , but ultimately cracking a joke at the perfect time to make you laugh.  He would then spend the night with you, listening to you talk about everything that was wrong and making jokes to cheer you up.  The night would include snacks and cute cuddles and you eventually realizing that you forgot all of your problems.

When Taehyung came upon you crying, he immediately rushed over to your side.  He proceeded to cuddle you in an attempt to show you he cared.  His mind raced with ideas of what to do and the thought of getting snacks came across his mind, but he also didn’t want to leave your side.  When you began to talk about what happened, Taehyung made sure to listen to you and hold on tighter to you when you seemed to get choked up.  When you finished, Taehyung smiled and spoke “Just a sec, Jagi.”  He then got up and eventually waddled back to you with snacks in his arms.  “Sweets for my sweet.”  He sat down next you and you pulled up a bag of chips.  “Tae, these are salt and vinegar chips, they’re not sweet.”

Jungkook:

Jungkook would be stunned by your tears and would be so worried that he could somehow make it worse.  This tiny child would be wide eyed when he saw you crying and would end up standing still, looking at you.  Eventually, Jungkook would move because the sight of you crying was too much.  He would move to sit next to you and hug you.  His hand would be petting your head and his warm body would calm you.  Jungkook would end up staying quiet, not because he thought it was the best, but because he didn’t know what to say.

Jungkook was a little more than stunned when he left his room to see you crying on the couch.  Your head was in your hands, but he could still see your red face.  He didn’t know how much time passed, but he knew that he had to actually move and calm you in some way.  Your face was so sad and melancholy that his instinct was to hug you.  So, that’s what he did.  He hugged you tightly, trying to calm you in any way he could.  In his mind, all he wanted was your happiness.  He didn’t know what to do, but he did know that he would remember this moment for if it ever happened again.  Although Jungkook never wanted to see you crying ever again.