offended by your face

sweet mornings

summary: breakfast in the barnes household || fluff || dad!bucky x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting cuteness, flirting, suggestive flirting 

note: here’s a cute little something. i’ll post something longer either later tonight or tomorrow

Originally posted by buchanstan

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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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I Like You [Min Yoongi]

Warning: Contains smut. Do not read if you are underage.

A/N: This is very, very long. Grab a coffee, sit back and enjoy. Thank you to @katythekitty for your suggestions with the plot. I guess in a way this is kind of your requests? Idk. 


‘Y/n?’ Yoongi’s voice questions softly as you stretch across the floor of the dorm, arms reaching above your head to get into that tight spot in your lower back. His foot pokes out from his position on the low couch, gently nudging your thigh to roll you slightly on your side.

‘Mmm?’ You respond, the sleepy tone in your voice giving away the true nature of your state. The few cans of beer were sitting heavily in your stomach, a beverage that since your college days had always had you yawning before the night was over. Lazily, you flop on your side, scooting across the wooden panelled floors.

‘I was just checking you were still awake. It’s 2am and the movie finished. Want me to flag a taxi for you?’ You let out a slow whine, body wrapping around his feet to clutch his ankles tightly.

‘Why, you don’t want to hang out with me?,’ You pout, clinging to his legs like a small, fluffy koala. You could almost feel his body tense under your touch, an audible breath hissing through his teeth as your arms claw their way up his black denim jeans. ‘C’mon, Yoongyoong. I thought we were having fun. We are only two movies into this Harry Potter marathon… We’ve still got another 6 to go. Where’s your stamina?’ Your hands reach up to tickle behind his knees, before sitting upwards to envelop the entire lower half of his leg into a hug.

‘Fuck… you’re weird.’ His face was still flat, expression blank as he watches you crawl your way up his body, coming to sit comfortably next to him, lounging into the comfort of the soft black fabric of the long hoodie he had chosen to wear. Instinctively, your hands wrap around his waist, head placing itself in the crook between his shoulder and arm.

‘You love it, though, right?’ It takes a second, his body heaving with a deep sigh - the air of which dusts lightly across the crown of your head - before you feel his arm drop, grasping your shoulder and pulling you a little closer to him.

‘Not really.’ He responds just as flatly, a flicker of a smile lacing across his face so briefly you you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t trained in finding it. It’s the only evidence you have of what he was really saying.

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Devotion

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “hi! could you do a jasper fic where the cullens all leave for a hunting trip to lo-key give jaz and y/n some alone time in the house? like theyve been dating for months and jasper and y/n make love for the first time and shes super nervous because shes a virgin and its super tender and sweet? thanks!” Hope you like it!

WARNING: SMUT

Your parents were under the assumption that you and your boyfriend’s twin sister were spending the weekend in her adopted parents’ home while the Cullen boys went camping on Mt. Rainier; as innocent a gathering as could be expected. In their eyes, there was absolutely nothing to be worried about; their daughter was spending time with a respectable family, under the watchful eye of the doctor’s lovely wife Esme, surrounded by her charming boyfriend’s female sibling… only the camping trip wasn’t as exclusive as you had let on, and you would instead be spending time at the Cullen residence with Jasper. He had come to escort you to his home, dressed to the nines in the best hiking gear money could buy, shaking your father’s hand with a polite smile before leading you into the passenger seat of the silver Volvo he had borrowed from his brother. It may have been suggested that his brother’s car was a safer option than his motorcycle, and with the understanding that you preferred your father didn’t collapse into cardiac arrest, Jasper had agreed to sacrifice his preferred mode of transportation for the unassuming vehicle you now found yourself within. Jasper slid effortlessly into the driver’s seat, bidding your parents goodnight before settling in beside you, sealing the normalcy of the world away with the hushed suction of a closing door. It wasn’t long before the delectable scent of him flooded your airspace, perfuming your world with hints of lavender and sandalwood, intoxicating you with the sheer beauty of his presence. His eyes remained glued on the rear-view mirror as he backed out of your driveway, exhibiting proper driving technique while in your parents’ line of sight, proceeding down your street for at least a minute before his hand found yours between the seats, the chill of his skin soothing the worry from your brow. The entirety of his family was as far north as Canada on a hunting trip. You and Jasper would be completely alone.

“Hey, relax, darlin’. It’s just me,” he whispered, his butterscotch eyes finding yours within the dimly-lit cabin of the Volvo, his features illuminated by the neon of the dashboard instruments. He had no need to look at the road; his peripheral vision was just as attentive as his eyes were on you, and his reflexes quicker than anything that could possibly present as an obstacle in front of your vehicle. His thumb traced circles against the backside of your hand, massaging the stress from your body, if not your mind. Sure, it was just him. He couldn’t have stated the sole reason behind the surges of anxiety that flooded your body any simpler than that; it was just him, and just you, alone together for an entire weekend. It was a major advance in your relationship, and he was a poster child for collected calm, as if tonight were no different than any other. You ducked your head, squeezing his hand lightly, marveling momentarily at the give of his alabaster skin… so hard, yet so soft. You wondered, briefly, how the rest of him might feel… You straightened your thoughts, tidying the corners of your mind until every last straying image was safely swept into order, thanking your lucky stars that Jasper wasn’t the family’s mind reader. Jasper didn’t ask what had you so wrought with tension; you had a good idea he knew, but was far too polite to voice his suspicions, a perfect Southern gentleman to the very end. Instead, his mind flooded through the stagnant air and into yours, warming your limbs in waves as a feather-light cloak of ease hushed over your body, his eyes fighting to coax yours out of hiding before he settled for merely gazing in your direction. “I love you,” he promised, his whisper low and aflame with the heat of his truth, the tenor of his voice ringing with honesty as his eyes burnt twin holes in your temple. You lifted your gaze to his, losing yourself briefly in the honey of his stare, his smile eliciting your own as he turned the steering wheel, his grip so certain, so sure, his eyes only leaving yours for a moment. When the hypnosis of his eyes was broken, you redirected your eyes to stare aimlessly out the window, watching the cedars pass in blurred patches of emerald darkened and diluted by the ink of the night.

“I’m okay, Jasper. You don’t have to… calm me down,” you chuckled, your laugh almost foreign to your own ears, speaking to the reflection of his eyes mirrored in the glare the utilities projected onto the glass of the window. “I’m good, really. Thank you, though, for offering. You’re a sweetheart.” Jasper’s brow lifted in disbelief, hearing the confident lie roll from between your lips on the back of a wave of compromising emotion, your unease as plain to him as your voice was clear. You rolled your eyes, smirking as you tightened your hold on his hand. “Alright, I’m a little upset that Rose won’t be joining us. You’ve caught me.” Jasper let loose a quiet laugh, his lips thin as he fought the urge to bend to your humour, his mind still obviously distracted by your physical discomfort. Even if he were unable to taste the tone of your emotions, he would have heard the stammer of your heart as it frantically sought an escape route through the spaces between your ribs. He shook his head a fraction, as if to align his thoughts, his palm spreading over your knee, gently smoothing over your denim with a more human breed of comfort, leaving your reasoning to stand alone, no prodding or inquiries involved. You watched the forest flash by, your heart thrumming in your chest like the wings of a hummingbird, your pulse skyrocketing as Jasper pulled into the extended driveway leading to the Cullen household. He sighed to hear so obvious a sign of distress, his lips pressed into a fine line when you turned to address the sound, his eyes concerned as he analyzed the winding path through the thick of the forest. You were silent when the car pulled up before the intimidating house, your hands clasped in your lap as Jasper removed the keys from the ignition, quieting the engine and enhancing the leaden stillness that surrounded the two of you. He exhaled deeply, turning in his seat until he was facing you straight-on, his hands reaching for yours, the smooth marble of his skin sparking against you, adrenaline coursing through your veins like venom.

“Y/n, would you please let me help you?” he asked, his voice pleading and sincere, you met his eye, smiling halfheartedly, your cheeks burning with the flow of blood that rushed to warm your face. His brow knotted with helpless worry, his eyes bright with the extent of his agitation to see you so restless. “At least tell me why you’re so nervous?” he pleaded, his palm covering your own, sending thrills roiling through to settle in the pit of your stomach, your body warm beneath his comparably frigid touch. You shrugged, searching for words polite enough, innocent enough, harmless enough that you wouldn’t end up offending or causing any confusion. Jasper’s hand extending toward your face, cradling your cheek in the silken palm of his hand, his thumb working over your cheekbone, brushing just beneath your eye. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You can tell me anything, darlin’, it’s part of the package. Trust me, there’s nothing you could say that would drive me away, nothing you could say that’d… wound me. I’m virtually indestructible, remember?” you giggled then, surprised at the tremor in your voice, your eyes watering just slightly, your cheeks burning brighter as you became aware of the sensation. Jasper’s hand remained on your cheek, his fingers coaxing an answer from your lips, or perhaps your mind, his eyes anxiously awaiting your reply. You felt the air rush from your lungs, your brain resolving to spill your fear at his feet before your body could revert to your more primal instincts and reject your intention.

“I’m just…” you paused briefly, your heart seizing in your chest, prompting Jasper to respond with a much-needed surge of calm. You cleared your throat then, your eyes finding his in the dark. “Thanks. I’m just… I know what this is about.” Your words hung in the air, speaking volumes while saying so little. Jasper’s jaw clenched visibly, catching the intention behind your blanketed statement, his hand moving downward to rest against your neck, your pulse racing beneath his palm, his skin tantalizing yours. He didn’t make any move to speak, or to leave the vehicle, awaiting further explanation despite his clear understanding. “I mean, I guess it’s just… we’re alone, Jasper. Truly alone, and I…” your voice trailed off, your eyes melting into his, the tides of borrowed calm lapping at your feet as Jasper lent you the ease to continue. “I’ve never done this before.” Realization flickered behind his eyes for the briefest moment before quickly, professionally, he returned to his previous standing, his features open and curious. “I’m just nervous, is all.” Jasper grinned sympathetically, his eyes dancing on yours.

“Terrified, it feels like.” You lowered your gaze, embarrassed, only to find Jasper’s index finger at your chin, lifting you back to meet his eyes, his features soft and gentle. “We’re not going to do anything you aren’t prepared to do, you have my word as a gentleman. It’s enough for me just to spend time with you, no time constraints, no prying eyes, no interruptions. I’m in this for you, Y/n, and nothing else. I love you. If you want to go slow, we’ll go slow. We can crawl forward, for all I care, so long as we’re together. I am perfectly content with whatever you choose to do.” You smiled, thankful, leaning toward him to close the space between you, your lips pressing against his. He returned the tender affection you offered to him, his lips molding to fit yours perfectly, his hand winding through your hair, holding you as delicately as if you were made of glass, separating only when the car’s headlights clicked off from lack of movement. “You ready? To head inside, I mean?” You giggled, nodding your confirmation to his double-edged inquiry, your heart leaping in your chest when he disappeared from his seat, your door opening swiftly at your side. Within a single breath, he had lifted you from the seat, holding you in his arms like a newlywed bride, kicking the door closed before walking as easily as if he were unburdened towards your house, abandoning your overnight bag in the backseat. You laughed aloud at his pageantry, his eyes rolling at your reaction. “It seemed appropriate, Miss, to walk you over the threshold. I’m attempting romance; don’t go injuring my ego.” He continued forward, smirking when you mumbled pointedly about his claim of indestructibility. He strode over the polished floorboards, pressing a kiss to your hairline when you clung to his shoulders after he set you on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, refusing to release your grip as he moved to stand, your heart racing as he playfully fell on top of you, bent by your iron strength. His lips pressed against your throat, his honey hair sweeping against your cheek as he wrestled with your human weakness, contorting until you were cradled in his arms, his eyes glowing warmly behind the thick fringe of his eyelashes. He paused, then, noticing for the first time the subtle shift in your emotions. “What…?” he began, your lips pressing to the corner of his mouth.

“I’m…” you began, your voice feeble and weak, your fingers threading through the golden strands of his hair, his eyelids fluttering at your touch, searching yours for answers you had yet to properly advocate. You returned his open stare, your hands trembling as they cupped his cheeks, your thumbs stammering over his cheekbones. “Jasper…” His breathing was shallower, quicker, his lips parting as he prepared to speak.

“I thought you were…” you inhaled the scent of him, so much stronger now that you were all but pressed against each other, watching him come to his conclusions. “You said you were nervous? You’re still nervous, I can… I can feel it, but…” his voice trailed off, his head shaking once between your hands. “Y/n,” he breathed, your name an oath on his lips. “Do you want this?” Your cheeks burned under his stare, your heart thrumming with a strength you hadn’t imagined possible, your head nodding when you found your voice had failed you. Jasper swallowed then, his voice producing a soft, sensuous tone, blossoming into the silence instead of interrupting it. “You’re sure?” You nodded once more, pressing your lips to his as you finally spoke your reply.

“Yes.” He moved against you as you had never known him to move, his tongue darting over your lip with a slow, sugared patience, his arms wrapping securely beneath you before he moved to stand, hoisting you once more into his arms, his lips never parting from yours. His body was marble-hard beneath your hands as he ghosted up the stairway, moving with inhuman speed to the sanctity of his bedroom. He laid you atop his sheets, resting your head against his pillows, moving to hover over you in the same movement, his weight suspended above you. He tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertip lingering on your jaw, his eyes lavishing you as if you were the most precious stone, or perhaps an idol forgotten by all but him. He waited for your approval, his eyes watching yours, a delightfully warm sense of calm licking at the soles of your feet when your nerves tightened in your stomach. “There’s no need. I’m okay.” He arched his brow, his influence retracting as you stroked his cheek, your touch tender as you worshiped his flesh. “I love you, Jasper.” His eyes burned from within, his lips repeating your vow as he descended on your lips.

“I love you.” He melted against you, his every muscle, every inch of his skin pressing against your body, his fingers working the fabric from your waist, parting from his kiss to remove your garment completely. You shied away from his gaze for the span of a minute, opening once again when he had removed his own shirt, his hands tentatively caressing the skin at the bottom of your rib cage. “So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips lowering to press slow, honeyed kiss to your abdomen. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair as his hands worked the button of your jeans, undoing your pants and working them from your legs, leaving you bare before him in your undergarments. His hands found your hips, then, lifting you from the sheets until you were pressed against his chest. Your fingertips trailed curiously down the center of his chest, reaching lower and lower until you discovered the waistline of his jeans. His breath caught with your own when, surprising the both of you, your hand wandered further south, brushing timidly against the bulge his pants concealed. His eyes met yours then, blurred by the relative darkness, boring holes into your very soul. He was still in your arms, moving only when you did, your hand shifting along the coarse denim as you traveled upward to unbutton his pants. His chest expanded beautifully, his lips crashing against yours, moving swiftly to the line of your jaw, marking you with fervent kisses. You worked the button loose, and Jasper was standing by the bed, kicking his pants off entirely before crawling above you, his hand ghosting over the cup of your bra. You thrilled at the contact, arching your back to make the process of unhooking the garment easier. You wriggled free of your straps, watching Jasper’s eyes devour the sight of your uncovered chest, his hands moving with a patient slowness to cup your breast in the palm of his hand. Your breath rushed from your lungs, Jasper’s eyes flitting to your face, your lips parted in bliss. He smiled, then, before his fingers were working beneath the waistband of your underwear, slipping the fabric down your legs until it no longer clung to your body. He pulled you once more into a kneeling position, his eyes hungry on yours.

Your heart hammered in your chest, your nerves alight with naked electricity as Jasper knelt before you, removing the last piece of clothing that masked the full glory of his chiseled body, his eyes never leaving your face as he worked himself free of his underwear, his erection uncovered, the both of you bare before each other. You inched toward him instinctively, his body reacting in a similar fashion, his hands closing around your waist as he dissolved the distance between you. His palms stroked your hips as his lips found yours, his passion translating fluidly from his mouth to yours, his hands clinging to your back as he settled you back against the pillows, his body arching over yours. Your hands moved to tangle once more in his hair, stopping suddenly in their path as Jasper’s hand caught your wrist, his eyes on yours as he kissed the tips of your fingers. You pressed on, your hands at the nape of his neck, his eyelids closed in bliss as your lips found the muscle of his shoulder, a small sound of pleasure escaping from between his lips. He hovered over you, straightening moments later, his hands parting your legs with gentle precision. He nestled himself between your thighs, his eyes never once leaving your burning face, his hands massaging the creases of your hips. You nodded, almost desperately, reaching to pull his body back over yours as he prodded against your entrance. Your mouth opened at the carnal contact, your cheeks warm with the fire of your blood as Jasper eased himself inside of you, his eyes burning with a heat you didn’t know him capable of as he shifted his hips, working himself deep within you. He moved slowly then, until he stilled, his lips at your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek before speaking your name. Your fingers clung to his back, urging him forward.

He obliged, thrusting deep within you, his movements subtle and captivating, his every shudder sending you gasping for breath where none existed. He rolled his hips, his lips on your neck, your hands grasping for a holding on his shoulders. He moved slowly, patiently, enjoying and allowing you to enjoy every sensitive inch of him inside you, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he thrust within you. He rolled sideways, lifting you with his movement until you rested on top of him, his arms propelling him to a seated position, his hands deftly re-positioning your legs until they wrapped more securely around his waist. His eyes, heavy-lidded, were locked on yours like a magnet as he lifted your hips and lowered you onto him, your breath rushing from your lungs, carrying his name on a low moan. He smiled, pressing his joy to your collarbone as be repeated the movement, your voice producing sound without formulating words. Jasper’s movements became faster, though never rushed or hurried, his hands grasping your hips with a tender security, his breathing laboured as your body began to tremble. Your mind was clouded, the pulses of his hips meeting your own sending deafening waves of pleasure through your body, concentrated at the meeting of your bodies. Your mouth was open over a wordless cry as you clung to all you could, holding his gaze with the will of one desperate for salvation, your breathless whisper of his name the last conscious sound you made before you collapsed against his chest, your body humming with ecstasy. He shuddered beneath you, thrusting through his high, his hands smoothing over the curve of your spine before he stilled within you, his head tipping backwards. You lifted your face from his shoulder, resting your forehead against his, catching your breath together, your fingers tracing the lines of his cheekbones. He smiled, breathless with love, his hands cradling your cheeks to bring your lips to his, punctuating the night with the sweetness of a kiss.

He held you as you both collapsed to the sheets, your legs tangled blissfully, your cheek resting on the firm muscle of his chest. He reached blindly for his bed sheets, covering what he could of your body before resting fully against the pillows. You traced the lines of his chest, your heart calming as your breath regained stability. Jasper’s fingers toyed absentmindedly with strands of your hair, his quiet breathing lulling you to sleep, your bodies melted together as evidence of your devotion, safe in the comfort of his loving arms.

Seijou Youtubers AU #2

I really should be doing my homework and projects but I really wanted to post this so here you go. This is Iwaoi’s Q&A after Oikawa proposed, shhhhh. This is how I imagined their Q&A went, they take turns to read the questions so why not.

[If you want this to be fluffy, imagine them sitting together on their shared bed with Iwaizumi on Oikawa’s lap.]


Question: How long have you two been going out?

Oikawa: 5-6 years? We started dating during our university years, though we have known each other since we were kids.

Iwaizumi: What he said.


Question: Who confessed?

Oikawa: Me.

Iwaizumi: Him.


Question: Who cooks or does most of the chores?

Iwaizumi: Me. This man can’t cook for shit, he must also never be allowed into the kitchen because he seemingly broke the sink, set our kitchen partially on fire and destroyed 26 of our mugs.

Oikawa: Iwa-chan! That’s an over-exaggeration!

Iwaizumi: No it’s not, stop denying it in order to protect your huge ego.

Oikawa: *Whines*


Question: Do you two want kids? If yes, how many and what would their gender be?

Iwaizumi: Two would be nice.

Oikawa: Yeah. We’re fine with any gender.

Iwaizumi: Just as long as they don’t grow up with his shit fashion choices.

Oikawa: Iwa-chan I’m your future husband why.


Question: Have you two ever fought?

Oikawa: Eh, yeah of course. But if you mean a serious argument, then maybe only once or twice.

Iwaizumi: During our University years.

Oikawa: Yeah, long distance relationships were really hard, we studied on opposite ends of the world almost. It strained our relationship because we couldn’t neglect our studies, we barely contacted each other, and that worsened things.

Iwaizumi: I was stressed out about all the assignments I had to work and didn’t want to lead him on, I guess I thought staying together was selfish on my part. 

Oikawa: It got better though. I flew over and we managed to work things out. Though before that we didn’t text or Skype for two weeks.

Iwaizumi: Stuff happens. He makes it better. 

Oikawa: Yeah, and I’m probably the luckiest guy to still be able to call him mine.

[*Oikawa kisses Iwaizumi on the cheek.*]


Question: What do you aspire to achieve here on Youtube?

Oikawa: More milk-bread.

Iwaizumi: A channel where people feel safe.


Question: Any embarrassing facts about the other?

Iwaizumi: He wears alien boxers, sleeptalks, sings in the shower; using the shower head as a microphone, and steals my fucking cereal.

Oikawa: Well you have a crush on Godzilla!

Iwaizumi: Everyone knows that!


Question: What do you love about the other person the most?

Oikawa: That’s like asking me which baby you want me to kill. I love everything about my Iwa-chan, choosing one is absolute torture… Although, you may not know this but Iwa-chan has a nice ass.

Iwaizumi: And he’s a dick to make up for his lack of one.

Oikawa: *Offended look* That was uncalled for Iwa-chan!

Iwaizumi: Your face is uncalled for.

Oikawa: And you know very well I don’t have a small dic-

[*He bleeped this part*]


Question: Any favourite bands or Singers?

Iwaizumi: Get Scared, Starset, The Neighbourhood, Nine Lashes, Red and maybe Simon Curtis.

Oikawa: That’s a lot Iwa-chan. I only have one.

Iwaizumi: Who?

Oikawa: You. *Winks*


Question: Guilty pleasures?

Iwaizumi: Videogames or binge-watching The BigBang theory on Netlfix.

Oikawa: Fanfiction.

Iwaizumi: Of who?

Oikawa: *Hesitates* … dogs.

Iwaizumi: Liar. You read fanfiction of us don’t you?

Oikawa: The world will never know.


Question: Do you play/like Pokémon? If yes, who is your favourite legendary and Eeveelution?

Iwaizumi: Yeah, we play them. For me, it’s Umbreon and Giratina.

Oikawa: Mine is Sylveon. I don’t really have a thing for legendaries.

Iwaizumi: I just thought of something.

Oikawa: What.

Iwaizumi: You remind me of Empoleon.

Oikawa: What why.

Iwaizumi: Proud and Narcissistic.

Oikawa: …

Iwaizumi: It’s Pokédex entry is literally “If anyone were to hurt its pride, it would slash them with wings that can cleave through an ice floe.” It’s you as a blue penguin.

Oikawa: I’m not a penguin.


Question: Would you suck dick for a million bucks?

Iwaizumi: I suck it all the time so why not.

Oikawa: Iwa-chan I thought you said not to talk about our personal-

Iwaizumi: I do what I want.

Oikawa: *Is now aggressively turned on*

Iwaizumi: *He notices cause he is on his lap.*

Both: *Murmuring*

Oikawa: … Uhm, I have a gag reflex.


[Very obvious jump-cut because Iwa’s hair is rather messy and it clearly wasn’t just now. Also, *chokes* is that a glass of water that wasn’t there? Wow, what could it possibly be for?]

Oikawa: That’s all for today’s Q&A!

Iwaizumi: *Can’t talk*

Oikawa: Well, see you next time! Iwaoi out!

Iwaizumi: *Small wave*

[*Camera stops recording*]


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The kindest Queen, My Queen. (ThranduilXReader)

Request for @amralimedeano​;  Hiya! I have a request, I’d like an Imagine where the reader is Thranduil’s wife but she is the opposite when it comes to personality. She is soft and kind with everyone. So, the thing is the dwarves arrive to *Mirkwood bc they need somewhere to sleep and Thranduil wants to kick them out but then the Reader appears (being as majestic as Galadriel for example) and lets them stay and Bofur develops a crush on her and she notices and smiles at him and wishes him luck for the journey. Pls?

Hope you like this.

Word Count: 1087

You walk up the stairs towards your husband, Thranduil who sat alone on his throne. A delicate smile pulls against his soft lips and his arms open to welcome you into his arms.

Smiling, you let him pull you close and gently settle on his lap. Thranduil sighs in delight and buries his face into your hair. Giggling slightly you tease your precious husband; “You willingly show affection in front of your guards, your highness?”

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You Didn’t Have to Lie!  [ A.A ] - Part 1

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: Archie and you have just gotten into a massive fight which leaves the both of you very heartbroken. You see each other in the halls of the school but have never had the guts to confront one another since that night. 

Word Count: 1420

Warnings: Quite a bit of angst

A/N: I’ll probably end up doing a part two to this but like only if anybody wants me to lmao. Anyways, this is super duper angsty and I don’t know why I enjoyed writing this so much woops.

Italics are memories 

Part Two

You would see him from across the hall every now and then, his eyes flickering everywhere but the spot against the wall where you always stood and waited for him after class. He knew you still waited there for your other friends and he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself away if he even glanced at you for a simple second.

It wasn’t something that you didn’t see. You knew he was ignoring you ever since that night together in your bedroom. He lied to you and crushed your heart to pieces but you still couldn’t stand that he had the nerve to ignore you after the things that he had said to you.

None of the things he had said were completely true. He spoke his mind yet he managed to still say the wrong thing. As soon as he had arrived home alone and frustrated, his throat hurting from the argument that he had sparked between the two of you, he realized just how much he didn’t know about himself.

He didn’t know that he does love you and that he does need you. He finally noticed that he let himself go too far with the lies that he had told you. It took him too long to realize that he loves you. More than anything and anyone else in this world which the both of you live in.

But by the time he had finally come to his senses, it was too late.

Archie was too scared to confront you about what had happened between the two of you. He knew better than anything that he really screwed up and he really just wanted to fix things and go back to how it was before that retched argument.

“Okay, Arch,” you say, a devious smirk gracing your lips. Your head rested on his lap and he sat with his back against the head of your bed. You were playing an impossibly childish game of truth or truth while stuffing your faces with Oreos. Locks of his red hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his eyes and his lips were locked into a lazy smile. You were happier than ever and more content than you had ever felt before. “What was the worst lie you ever told?”

“I-uh-” Archie knew that technically, he didn’t have to spill what his worst fib was, but he knew it had to come out sooner or later. It wasn’t a small thing; it was important. His blood runs cold as he contemplates whether or not he should just say the truth. He didn’t blame himself until now–until it was time for him to give up on a lie that he had been telling for several months. A lie that he didn’t have the guts to come clean about.

He had been lying to you about something bigger than he thought up until then. He knew that it would hurt you and that’s why he never told. He never told because he was scared to. Because, you were the least deserving person and you were nothing but the kindest most golden hearted person that he had ever met in his life and he didn’t want to be the one to break your heart. Archie couldn’t recall why he had lied to you in the first place–he couldn’t remember why even when he tried his hardest to do so.

“Archie,” You whine, your eyelids lifting to meet his own. You repeat your question, “What was the worst lie you ever told?”

“I love you.”

“Oh,” You mutter, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. Your voice was smaller than he had ever heard and you were now by his side instead of on his lap. “To who? If you don’t mind me asking.”

His heart dropped at the look on your face. You were oblivious. Innocent. And he instantly regretting letting the words leave his mouth. But he knew that it was time for him to come clean. It was certain that he did feel something for you–it just wasn’t what he led you to think.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Archie mumbles, “but it was you.”

“What?”

“I did not fall in love with you. I fell in love with the people we could be, the conversations we could have had, the desire of everything that could happen between us. I fell in love with the idea that someone like me would fall in love with someone like you. But I did not fall in love with you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?” You were getting angrier and flustered and more confused by the second. It was as if your heart was a glass and you could feel every crack and vibration as it shatters against the hard truth. “Why did you lie and tell me you love me? Why didn’t you just stop and tell me instead of lying to my face every single day?!”

Archie winced at the tone of your voice mixed with the tears that were beginning to fall down your cheeks. He took a deep breath.

“I-I’m so-”

“Don’t lie, Archie,” You mutter, “please, no more of it.”

You’re stood up when he’s finally able to say something.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh, don’t give me that, Archie,” You interrupt him, running a hand through your hair. He frowns, pushing himself off of the bed so that he’s standing in front of you.

“I made a mistake! I didn’t mean any of it any of the times I said it and I’m sorry but none of it was real! Like I said, I wasn’t in love with you, I was in love with the idea of us–”

“You didn’t have to lie!” You almost scream, thankful that your parents were out of the house.

“Can you just let me speak?!” Archie breaks, his voice rising and his breaths becoming quick and short. He was flustered and angry and guilty and pissed off at the same time. “God, you’re so annoying!”

“Bloody hell, Archie!” You yell, resisting the urge to reach up and just slap him. You were shaking as you stared at him with a look more broken than describable. Of course, Archie didn’t mean it. It was only a spur of the moment sentence, just like the one that leaves your own mouth, “You–you can’t be serious Archie! I wish you could just stop being such an asshole!”

Neither of you say anything for the next couple of minutes, the tension between the two of you was enough to be sliced into quarters. Archie didn’t know what was happening and neither did you. He loved you, he really did. He just didn’t know how much. Archie had lied at the start, yes, but he didn’t realise that the more he said those three words to you, the more he meant it.

Curses and insults flew out of both of your mouths once more, the both of you almost drenched in tears. Archie had never cried like this in his life nor has he ever felt so much pain. He was pretty much convinced that he didn’t love you, so why was he hurting so much?

The temperature in the room had risen soon before the two of you had found yourselves in front of your front door. Archie stood stubbornly in the doorway, his hands in fists by his side. He didn’t want to lose you because even if he thought he didn’t love you, he cared about you more than he’d even admit to himself.

“Do you remember when you promised me we’d always be together–when you promised me that I was the one you loved most?” You murmur, your voice suddenly calm. It was filled with pain and hurt and it tore at Archie’s chest. “Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

And with that, you pushed him backwards with gentle force and slammed the door shut.

Archie didn’t fail to notice you watching him. In fact, his mind was running wild because of it. He stopped short of his tracks, mumbling a quick excuse to get away from the people surrounding him. With long strides, he made his way towards you, desperately trying not to get offended by the panicked expression on your face.

He was going to fix things, for the sake of the love and passion that his heart held. For the love and passion that he could only feel for you.

Distractions

Hey guys! I have a lot of people that really liked Kiss Me and want me to do a second part, so here it be. Fair warning, I’m not super good at smut, but I tried. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Requested: Highly

Anonymous Requested:

- OKAI NOW! you have just broken my heart with your imagine; Kiss me! I NEED a part two to it or else I will not be able to sleep! IT WAS AMAZING PIECE OF ART i call that❤️ anyways part 2 would be appreciated for kiss me! Thanks😌

-I really liked kiss me!! You should do a part 2 where they DA is like we gotta distract Draco and his friends, and the reader is like don’t worry I can distract Draco. She distracts him by getting naughty with him if u know what I mean ;)

-Could I have a Draco smut pls?

Warnings: Swearing, smut, kinda dominant reader (sorry if that’s not what you want. It’s kinda all I’m decent at doing) 


The people Umbridge had appointed to roam the halls looking for people out after curfew were getter harder and harder to avoid. Everyone knew it even though no one mentioned it until too many people had too many close calls. Harry eventually called a meeting about it. All of you packed into the Room of Requirement waiting for a brilliant solution. 

“So, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed, Umbridge is putting more people out there to get ahold of someone that could tell her what she wants to know,” Harry said. A ripple went across the crowd of people, wondering was going to be done. 

“What should we do?” Someone asked. Harry rubbed the back of his neck. 

“We’ll have to find ways to distract them,” He said. A ripple of agreement. After that, people began creating groups to distract certain people. You noticed that everyone avoided taking Draco. 

“I can take Malfoy,” You said, loudly. Everyone turned to look at you. 

“How many people do you think you’ll need in that group?” Harry asked. You shook your head. 

“Just me,” You said, smiling. 

“Just you?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Bloody Hell, (Y/N). Have you lost your mind?” Ron asked, looking at you like you’d grown a second head. You laughed, shaking your head again. 

“Nope, I’m just that good,” You said. That had nothing to do with it. You just knew that you had better ways to take care of him than anyone else would. They didn’t have to know that though. 

“Exactly how long do you think you can keep him busy?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, pretending to think. 

“All night.” You took pride in all the surprised faces. 

“Really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Really,” You said. Just as she opened her mouth to say something else, Harry cut her off.

“If you think you can handle him, I trust you,” He said. You smiled, pulled your wand from your robes, and walked out into the hallway. 

You strolled down the same corridor you had the night Draco threatened to turn you in, hoping you’d run into him. If you stayed long enough, you knew he’d turn up. You were almost sure that they had routes that each person took. You took a seat in a little alcove and waited. Sure enough, you caught a blonde head walking towards you. Smirking, you sank into the alcove and dropped your wand just to make some noise. You heard his footsteps come closer to you. You smiled when his face appeared in front of you. 

“Hey, Draco,” You said, grabbing your wand off the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing? Anyone could have found you,” He snapped. You shrugged, tapping your wand against your thigh. 

“Careful, Malfoy, someone might go thinking you care,” You giggled. He snorted. 

“What are you doing here?” He barked, face hardening. 

“I was waiting for you.” His reaction was no less than pleasing. His eyes widened and he stiffed up just like he had when he demanded that you kiss him in the classroom. This only lasted for a fraction of a second before he glared at you.

“Have you lost your bloody mind, (L/N)?” He snarled.

“You know, that’s the second time someone’s asked me that today,” You laughed. You watched him force his breathing to stay even. “But, to answer your question, no.” 

“Then what are you doing in the middle of the hall when everyone’s sole purpose is to turn you in?” He asked, watching you as you leaned back against the wall. 

“I thought you might want to see me,” You said, grinning. 

“Why?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I thought you liked me,” You laughed. He was good at putting on a mask of cool indifference, but you saw the way he started to shift nervously. He swallowed thickly, not breaking that carefully crafted mask as he answered. 

“I suppose,” He said in an even tone. 

“Okay, so, I might just be horny. Either way, I thought we were on the same page,” You said, bluntly. He blushed lightly, almost unnoticeably.  

You waited patiently for him to process what you’d said. When he did, he gripped your wrist and dragged you all the way to a part of the castle you didn’t even know existed. Again, he pulled you into a dark room, this one smaller than the last. Once the door closed, he let you go and lit a couple of candles. Only enough to bring to room to a soft glow. It was a bedroom. 

“This’ll do,” You said. He stood not far inside the door with the same look on his face that he’d had that night. 

“Kiss me,” He breathed. 

Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his. His hands found their way to your hips, fingers pressing into them with surprising gentleness. You felt yourself smiling into the kiss as he began to rub small circles into your hips. Slowly, you moved your hands up, beginning to massage your fingers through his hair. You were surprised to find that there was very little product in his hair as you did. He hummed happily into your mouth. You pulled away. 

“Where’s all that fire from before?” You asked teasingly. His eyes narrowed. 

“Watch yourself, (L/N),” He grumbled.

“And if I don’t?” You asked. In all reality, you were just trying to rile him up. You wanted whatever spark that he’d created that night to come back. 

Instead of answering, he kissed you again, shoving forward with his bottom jaw and trying to get the upper hand. You could have laughed, if he thought you were going to roll over just like that then he was wrong. Nipping his lip, you began to lean your weight into him. Again you had him backed up against a wall in the midst of a sloppy, open mouthed kiss as you pulled his shirt off. Tongues tangled, noses bumped, and teeth clicked together as you got more into it. Fireworks began to go off again. You reached up and tugged his hair, surprised by how easily his head fell back. Smirking, you began to suck marks into his neck. There was something oddly satisfying about the dark bruise against his milky white skin. 

“Why do you, mmm, insist upon leaving marks?” He panted. You tilted your head up, smiling. 

“I like to mark my territory.” His eyes then took on that wild look again. That was the look you wanted. 

Quickly, he stripped off your shirt and began to run his hands over your exposed skin. You shivered despite the trail of fire each finger left in its wake. You’d almost forgotten how warm his hands were. You allowed your own hands to wander his body, trailing down his stomach and tracing along the edge of his pants. Goosebumps rose on his flesh as you began to rub against him. He slipped his hands under your bar again, rubbing over your nipples and pulling a soft moan from you. Looking up at him, you saw a smirk crawl over his face in a sinister way. He flicked at your nipple again. 

“Draco,” You moaned, softly. 

“Say it again,” He purred. 

“Draco.” The smirk grew and he trailed a hand beneath your skirt, softly brushing his fingers over your clothed clit. To return the favor, you began to massage him through his pants.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” He breathed, bucking his hips slightly towards your hand. You kissed him again, but only for a moment before he pulled back. 

“On your knees,” He ordered. You nearly laughed. 

“You’ll find that I don’t take orders well, Draco,” You said, lowly. His look of surprise was highly amusing to you. Pulling away from him completely, linking only your hands, you lead him to the bed. He sat, staring up at you like he wasn’t really sure what to do anymore now that you’d denied his order. 

“However, you will find, that I can be very obliging if you ask nicely,” You said. You weren’t entirely sure where this dominant persona was coming from, but you liked it. 

“What?” He asked, sounding a little offended. You dropped to your knees in front of him, leaning your face close to his crotch, and looked up at him with wide, (E/C) eyes that feigned innocence. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely. Tell me what you want, Draco,” You said, rolling his name off your tongue with a sensual drawl. He swallowed audibly as you began rubbing his thigh with smooth, fluid motions. 

“Suck me off,” He said, quietly. You locked eyes with him. 

“What was that?” You asked, sweetly. You began to unbuckle his belt, kissing his hip bones as you did. 

“Suck me off,” He said, a little louder. You pulled off his pants and began to press kisses to his clothed member. His breath hitched. 

“I believe,” You said, pressing a kiss to each of his inner thighs, “That I said ask nicely.” The frustrated groan that sounded above you made your lips twitch into a smug grin for a second. He remained quiet for a little while as you began to bite his inner thighs, creating marks. Another odd feeling of satisfaction washed over you knowing that only you two would know about these marks. Slowly, you pulled off his underwear, mildly impressed by his size. He stared down at you, looking smug for a second but, when you didn’t do anything, he glared. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” You said, blowing warm air over his tip. He stifled some kind of sound. 

“Please, suck me off,” He said, gritting his teeth. You smiled. 

“Much better.” Without much warning, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, please with the sharp gasp that followed. You kitten licked the head, swirling your tongue around it before pulling back and blowing air across it again. He shivered. 

“Don’t tease,” He said, though it almost sounded like begging. You could feel the heat between your legs flare at the sound of his voice. It had dropped an octave and become slower. 

You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly and pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach with your hands. He groaned, bucking his hips up. You gagged a little. Sighing through your nose, you placed your hands on his hips to keep him from gagging you further. 

“Merlin, (Y/N),” He grunted. “Where, ah, did you learn to do t-this?” You took him out of you mouth for a second. 

“You’re mom,” You responded, going back down. 

The longer you sucked, the more he strained against you in attempt you press farther into your mouth. At some point his hands has threaded themselves into your hair and gripped it hard. You hummed as you sucked him off, sending vibrations down his shaft in order to get the incredibly pleasing little gasps or get him to groan your name. His hand tightened in your hair. 

“ Fuck. I’m close,” He warned. You bobbed your head faster, pulling him almost all the way out of your mouth and dipping back again. He strained more against your hands and pulled harshly at your hair. 

“(Y/N)!” He moaned, cumming hard into your mouth. You swallowed and let go of him, coughing. 

“I hope you know that I expect you to return the favor,” You said, hoarsely. He nodded, seemingly in a trance as he stared at you lips. You were sure that they were slightly swollen and red.  

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” He mocked, vaguely. You shed the rest of your clothing and got on the bed. You hooked your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to you. As your eyes locked, your lips curled into a smirk. 

“Eat me out,” You whispered, leaning your head even closer so you could speak into his ear. “Please, Draco.” 

When he pulled back, his pupils had blown wide and his eyes had clouded over with lust. Slowly, he began to kiss down your neck to your chest, stopping briefly to suck and bite at you nipples. You hummed in pleasure as you felt your core throb. You gripped his hair loosely, silently asking him to go lower. He kissed down the length of your body, watching you closely as he neared your pussy. Slowly, he licked along your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. 

“Ask me nicely,” He taunted.

“I don’t ask twice,” You growled, gripping his hair painfully tight. He made a low sound somewhere in his throat. 

It was like a switch flipped. All of the sudden, he was lapping and sucking at your lips. You let out a loud cry when his tongue flicked your clit. He did it again. You pushed your hips into his face, but he didn’t hold them down like you had with his. He let you buck into his face and pull his hair to your heart’s content as he ate you out. He ate you like you were his last meal. You felt you thighs shaking and a knot coiling in your stomach as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Jesus fucking christ. Draco!” You moaned as you came. He picked his head up to look at you, liquid silver eyes burning into your own. 

“You sound gorgeous when you moan my name like that,” He said. He licked his lips as he crawled over you. You leaned up, nipping his collar bones. Pressing a kiss to your mouth, he slipped a finger into you. You hummed softly. 

“Fuck me and I’ll keep saying it like that,” You purred. A second finger slipped in, followed closely by a third. Leaning over, he pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on. He smirked at you and you mirrored his expression. Teasingly, he pressed the tip against your lips. 

“Ask nicely,” He taunted. Growling, you flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips. A look of surprise washed over his face. 

“No.” With that, you pressed him into you. You both gasped at the feeling. For a moment, you were still, adjusting to the size of him. Finally, you started moving. Bouncing up and down on him, you changed angles to find that one spot that would make you scream. You felt his hands ghost over your hips and you glared at him. 

“Touch me and I’ll stop,” You said, sharply. In response, he whined in a high pitched, almost childish, manner. “Hands on the headboard.” He did as you told him. 

You placed your hands on his chest, splaying your fingers out over the muscle, as you rode him. Draco sucked his lip into his mouth to keep from making sounds, but you pulled it out with a smile. You wanted to hear him as much as he wanted to hear you. You loved it when he moaned your name. You muttered his name over and over again as you circled your hips a bit. 

“I want to touch you,” He whined. You nodded, letting out a low moan. One of his hands went up to play with your nipples and the other gripped your hip. 

“Oh god, Draco. Feels so good,” You moaned, throwing your head back. 

“Merlin, (Y/N), you’re so beautiful,” He panted. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of you, giving the illusion of a glow in the candle lit room. He thrusted up to meet you every time you slid down. Your eyes fell closed and you leaned over him so you faces were close together. 

“Fucking hell.” He cupped your face, pulling you into an open mouthed kiss as your thrusts became sloppy. That knot tied in your abdomen again and you let out a low whine. You weren’t sure who came first, but you both threw your heads back. 

“I love you!” Draco yelled as he came. You swallowed his words with a kiss as you rode out your orgasms together. 

Eventually, he slipped out of you and you fell next to him in the bed. He quickly disposed of the condom. Both of you laid in the warm afterglow, panting. You glanced over at him, admiring the way his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and the way his cheeks flushed to such a rosy pink. Draco was beautiful. Then it hit you. He said he loved you. Sitting up, you looked down at him. 

“You love me?” You asked quietly. His eyes shot open and his blush flared. 

“Shut up, (L/N),” He snapped. You offered him a tired smile. 

“I don’t know if I love you yet, but I sure as hell could get there,” You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his red lips. He blinked in surprise. 

“Could you?” He asked. You nodded, laying your head on his chest. 

“I think I could.” And that was the truth. Being with him, in any way, shape, or form, meant having those fireworks go off. That was all you needed right then. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, (Y/N),” He said, quietly. A slow smile spread over your face as you both fell asleep. You wondered what you were going to tell the trio when you got back in the morning. 

Drunken Love (Lafayette x Reader)

Characters: Lafayette x Reader, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton 

Length: 1355+ words

TW: Drinking, making out

“LAF!” you yelled upon seeing your friend walk in the bar. You slid over, effectively squishing John to the wall. Gilbert flashed a smile that would’ve made any girls’s panties drop, and waved. He swiftly took the seat beside yours, shrugging off his jacket while doing so. You were hit with a wave of his cologne, and you were ready to crawl on his lap. “Laf,” you whined, nudging your head on his head. “I’m tired.” 

“Mon ami, you’re always tired when you drink.” He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“But Laf!” you drawled out his name. “I wanna go home.“

“Mon ami, I just got here.” 

“Fine! I’ll go home by myself,” you huffed, pushing him out of the way. 

“Non, non!” He sat firm, not allowing you to move him by an inch. “You are not going home by myself.” 

“I want to go home Laffy Taffy!” 

“In a minute, okay?” Gilbert started conversing with the other boys, sipping on his beer while you tried to stay awake. Alexander was on his laptop, John was excitedly telling a story about how he got arrested for peeing in public once, and Hercules was booming with laughters. You felt bad for clinging onto Gilbert, but he was the only you trusted to take you home safely without making bad decisions on the way. Last time John took you home, you were both drunk, and got a pet iguana- from where, you did not know. But now, John has a pet iguana to go with his turtle. 

“Uh, Laf?” John called his friend. “I think Y/N’s asleep.” 

And you were out like a light, leaning on John’s shoulder with no care in the world. 

“I guess it’s time to take the princesse home.” Gilbert grabbed his jacket, and picked Y/N up. Luckily he had a car. 

“Lemme help you,” Hercules offered sympathetically. He helped open the doors to the bar, and Gilbert’s car, wishing him good luck before going back in the bar. 

“Oh mon chou, what am I going to do with you?” Gilbert laughed, shaking his head. He drove you to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him, and made your way to your bedroom. It was almost second nature to the Frenchman. He no longer struggled getting the doors open, or hesitating to press the elevator button in fear on hitting your body parts. It was like clockwork. He gingerly placed you on your bed, taking off your shoes, and stripping your jacket. Then, he placed the blankets over you while taking the time to stroke your face gently. You stirred, paling in and out of consciousness during the time you were with Gilbert. He grabbed the water from your nightstand, and placed it near your lips, urging you to drink the whole glass. “Mon amour, vous êtes à beau. (My love, you are so beautiful.)” You’ve always noticed how his voice gets lower when he speaks in his native language, and it made butterflies fly in your stomach. You felt yourself lose your battle to sleep again, but you fought to stay awake, wanting to revel in this tender moment with Gilbert. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your cheek. “I love you.” 

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BTS SCENARIOS: Their S/O Cries in Front of Them

i had originally categorized this as a “bts reaction”, but reactions, in definition, is an action performed/feeling experienced in response to a situation, whereas scenarios, on the other hand, is defined as a written outline of a situation with given details of the plot & individual scenes.

this imagine is pretty lengthy and detailed, hence why i’ve considered this  a scenario.

each member will have an angsty scenario & a fluffy scenario

trigger warning: some angst scenarios may strike a nerve. read the first sentence of each angsty scenario to be sure that whatever imagine i put for that member is suitable for you to read.

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Originally posted by bwiseoks

K I M S E O K J I N:

[angst] - Let’s say you were rejected from your dream job. Depression flooded your veins, causing you to be a motionless ghost on the couch. The moment your company told you that they’re not going to hire you, you trudged to the living room, sat on the couch, and stared off into space. Tears streamed down your cheeks without you having to blink and your thoughts steered off into your deepest, darkest insecurities.  

Jin would come home later that day, probably from another day at the studio or dance practice, and he would walk into the living room just to find you looking at the blank t.v. He’d be too far of a distance to notice you crying, so he’d be confused at first, but once he got closer to you, he’d gasp lightly and sit down right beside you to pull you into a hug.

His hug of comfort would consist of having one arm around your waist and the other hand petting your hair as he’d place his chin on the top of your head. You started sobbing the second you were in his embrace and he’d whisper an elongated ‘Shhh…’ as an attempt to calm you down.

If you’re the type to get tired and fall asleep after crying, then he would stop his shushing and pet your hair a little longer before carrying you bridal style to your bedroom and tucking you in. After washing up & changing into comfortable clothes, he’d join you in bed, being the big spoon to reassure you that he’s still there for you. He’d make a mental note to ask you what was wrong when you two woke up.

If you’re the type to remain quiet after crying, then he’d kiss your forehead while holding your face with both hands, using his thumb to wipe away any remaining tears. Then, he’d whisper in your ear to wait before getting up and going to the kitchen to get one huge plate of dinner. You two would share the plate, him blowing away the heat of the food before feeding you himself. While eating, he’d ask you what happened, and he would patiently wait for your response, respecting the fact that you need time to be comfortable talking to him about this.

[fluff] - Let’s say it’s your birthday. Work the night before happened to end after midnight, and though you were excited for the day ahead, you were so tired from the long hours of labor. You were kind of disappointed though, because once the clock struck midnight, you were expecting a call or at least a text from Jin greeting you a happy birthday. You shrugged it off though, knowing that he’s already planned the day for you to spend with him when morning comes. 

When you came home and turned on the lights though, you were startled to see your family and your closest friends and the rest of BTS throwing a surprise birthday party for you. You put your hand over your heart as if it was going to jump out of your chest, and the waterworks started up. The other hand that wasn’t over your chest covered your mouth. The fatigue that you once had was now replaced with joy and you couldn’t help but cry tears of it.

Jin couldn’t help but how cute and soft you are as he came up to you and hug you, making sure his broad chest was covering your face so that no one saw your tearful face. His arms would be around your waist like a bear hug and you two would waddle back and forth in the place. Your head would be cuddled in his chest as he would reassure your family and friends that you were alright by giving them a thumbs up from behind your back. When the tears stopped, he would cup your face to look you in the eyes before telling you he loves you and giving you a quick peck on the tip of your nose.

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

M I N Y O O N G I :

[angst] - Let’s say you two got into an argument. It would be just your average little dispute, but the problem was, you two were fighting almost all the time over the littlest things. This didn’t bother you at first, but when you realized that this was becoming a habit out of your relationship, you started tearing up. Having to quarrel on a daily basis was not a good sign for the future of the both of you and you feared that one of these arguments might actually lead you to your guys’ end.

You miss him when he’s gone but you hate the fact that when you guys actually do see each other, there would be some kind of falling-out in the way. Your heart yearns for him too much to let this unhealthy habit to go on any further. So when your eyes started to fill with tears, that’s when Yoongi’s voice would lower to a minimum. He’s sure he didn’t say anything to offend you, but the moment your hands reach up to cover your face was when he figured out that you were tired of the constant arguing. 

He’d then walk up to you and grab one of your hands just to hold. You’d wipe away the last of your tears, controlling your emotions to stop crying and you look him straight in the eyes. You can see his pupils are full of love for you. One last tear falls from your eye and his other hand reaches up to wipe it away. Then, he’d pull you into a hug. 

No more words were spoken, and your hopes in making this relationship last was in your favor.

[fluff] - Let’s say you broke his camera. You’d be devastated because you knew how much it means to him, and not to mention because of how much it costs. You knew you would have to face him to tell him about the broken object, but you can already predict that you were going to cry in the process. So, you sit in the bed of your guys’ shared bedroom and rehearse scenarios in your head of how you’re gonna tell him as you wait for him to arrive home.

The second you hear the front door open and his voice announcing his presence was when your heart rang against your ears. You decide to wait for him to come to you to prolong the inevitable conversation of informing him of his broken camera. When he entered the bedroom, it didn’t take long for him to notice how unusually quiet you were. 

You were hugging your knees, your mind too deep in thought to pay attention to Yoongi, and as much as it annoyed him that your were ignoring him, he was getting worried because you’re usually never like this. He sighs before sitting down next to you. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes, despite his stare already lingering on your being. He’d then ask you what’s wrong, but you choose to not to answer him. He’d sigh again before placing his hand on top of yours to catch your attention. 

Regretfully, you’d look at him straight in the eyes, allowing him to see the tears that were pooling up at the brim. Some tears managed to escape and Yoongi mumbles a light, “Ah,” before reaching out to wipe it, causing you to look down. Then, he’d hold your face with both hands and force you to look at him again, and he’d repeat his question of what’s wrong. In a small whisper, you hesitantly tell him you broke his camera, and you were taken aback when he laughed. 

“Really? You’re crying because of that?” He couldn’t help but laugh at you as he releases his hold on your face, making you frown. “You know I could always get it repaired or even buy a new one, right?” He reassures you in a teasing manner, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a sly side-hug. “Now, stop those tears. As much as you are cute when you cry, I hate seeing you so sad.” 

You guys would then lean back to lay down, his arm behind you as your pillow as you two faced each other. Your eyes are a bit red and puffy but the tears have stopped. Though you think you look horrible right now, he doesn’t care and you can tell because he’s staring into your eyes like the stars of the galaxy was trapped within them.

Originally posted by jaayhope

J U N G H O S E O K :

[angst] - Let’s say a movie that you watched triggered you to the bone. You had a girls’ night put & you guys were all excited to watch this dramatic, romantic movie with your girls by your side. But the movie touched all the dark parts of your life and watching it reminded you of your past. There were certain scenes that opened up some old scars and needless to say, you were not the same after watching that movie. 

Hoseok did notice your tear-stained face but he assumed it was just the effect that the movie had on you, but the fact that you were silent instead of your chirpy self was something that got him a little worried. So he’d put on your favorite song and start dancing crazily to it, or do some aegyo, or something ridiculous to try and get a reaction from you. You’d smile at his efforts but your eyes still hold a sorrow that he just doesn’t understand yet.

He’d pout and slouch before walking up to you and holding onto your shoulders. He’d look into your eyes for a moment, causing your eyes to water up and now, you’re crying. His head would move back in a slight double-chin at the sight of you breaking down in front of him and he’d pout again before wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. He would be mumbling, “No, no, no, aw baby,” Over and over again in a small voice.

You accept his embrace, your arms snaking around his waist because you need him more than ever right now. He decides not to ask what’s wrong; He knows you’ll come to him when you’re ready. He doesn’t say anything as he’s holding you, and he doesn’t have to, because his presence is all you need. 

[fluff] - Let’s say he got you tickets to go on the vacation of your dreams. He’d notice that you over-work yourself. Not only did you have a career/job of your own, but you’d also take care of the house and provide food on the table. To elaborate, you’d work your average 9 to 5 along with working as a waitress in your local diner. The money you make in your career helped pay bills and your second job helped pay for food & groceries; You’d do the laundry, wash the dishes, take out the trash, and all the other responsibilities that came with owning your own home. You’d wake up early to cook breakfast, drop off lunch to Hoseok while he was working, and even wait for him to come home once you’ve finished making dinner so eat together.

It was almost as if you didn’t have time for yourself.

Hoseok wouldn’t notice at first, but after a couple months, it would come to his attention how there was bags starting to form underneath your eyes and how you’d almost fall asleep on him when he’s talking to you and how you would always be doing something around the house whenever he got a day off. One night, when he just had one of those nights where he couldn’t sleep, he’d put the pieces together and he’d realize the only time you have time to rest is late at night, and even then, it wouldn’t last long because you would have to get up early the next morning.

A couple days after making that revelation, he’d surprise you with breakfast in bed. Though this act was totally out of character, you’d accept in anyways because you considered it spontaneous and you were all the more thankful that he did this for you. Your day would go on as usual when you went to work. Returning home though, was different. You’d notice how the laundry was already folded & put away, there was no dirty dishes in the sink, and all the trash cans in your home was already empty. You didn’t complain though, but when you walked into the bedroom to settle down, you noticed two slips of paper sitting in the middle of the bed.

Walking up it, you realize that they’re airline tickets. You’d gasp and hold the papers in your hand; Hoseok would be behind you, and he’d snake his arms around your waist to make his presence known. You’d wiggle out of his arms to look at him with an expression that reads, “Are you for real?”. He’d start laughing out of excitement and how ecstatic your reaction is.

You’d start jumping and you’re fanning your face and you’re looking at him with your eyes shaped into slits. Suddenly you’re tearing up and you’re repeating, “oh my goodness,” over & over again. When he notices the tears streaming down your face, he’d laugh loud and wrap his arms around you, letting you use him as a tissue to wipe your tears on.

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

K I M N A M J O O N :

[angst] - Let’s say you had a miscarriage. You were recently in a car accident that gave you a couple of minor injuries, and the doctor claimed the baby to be fine after running some tests, but over the course of a few weeks, you had severe cramps, back pain, and a really bad fever -all in which was not a good sign for the health of your baby. So, you & Namjoon took another trip to the doctors to check on your baby, and the doctor confirmed your worst possible nightmares true. 

Oddly enough, you didn’t cry, but the ride back home was overwhelmingly silent. The first thing you did when you got home was head straight for the room you & Namjoon decorated to be your upcoming child’s. You sat on the foot of what should’ve been your child’s bed, and you stared at the crib that Namjoon had worked so hard to build. He follows along not long after you enter, sitting down beside you and staring at the crib too. He’d lean forward, his elbows on his knees before looking at your blank face. 

He’d sigh, sitting back up to put an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close. “You know, it’s okay to cry.” He’d whisper. “Is it bad that I can’t?” You’d whisper back. 

That night, you two sleep in your late-child’s bedroom. You slept on your side facing away from Namjoon, and he respected your distance. It wasn’t until he hears your soft sobs that he scoots over behind you and wraps his arounds around your waist, reminding you that he’s still by your side, that he’ll always be by your side.

[fluff] - Let’s say he proposes. It would be your average, fancy date, like dinner out on the roof of a five-star restaurant. Your hair would be all dolled up and your makeup would be on point and you’d be sporting this elegant dress that hugged your curves and rocking some high set of heels. 

You didn’t understand why he decided to take you out at such a high-end place; Today wasn’t yours nor his birthday, and your anniversary wasn’t for another couple months. He just finished a tour from his last album recently, so his comeback wouldn’t be until way later. You shrugged off the thought of him doing this for a particular reason, you concluded that this must be one of those treat-yo-self type of moments.

It wasn’t until he excused himself to the bathroom and come back a few minutes later with a love song playing in the background and a microphone in his hands that you started to figure out what this was. He went from Rap Monster to Vocal Monster as he sang a whole slow, romantic song by himself, and without a doubt, you were impressed. Your hand was over your mouth the whole time he performed and the second he knelt down in front of you, one of your hands went down over your heart. 

He reached down in his pocket to take out a small velvet box, and with shaky hands, he opened it, revealing a beautiful diamond within the slit of the cushions. He opened his mouth again to say a speech, but you didn’t let him start because you standing on your feet and saying yes. With a smile on his face, he’d stand up too, grabbing a hold of your left hand and slipping the ring onto your fourth finger. You held your hand out in front of you to get a good look of how the ring is on your finger and that’s when the waterworks turned on. 

When you’d look over at him, his smile would turn even wider, if even possible, and you’d hug him. After a moment, his hands would cup both of sides of your face, and he’d kiss the tears that were streaming down your face away before kissing your lips with so much passion.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

P A R K J I M I N :

[angst] - Let’s say he rejected you. You would be in your typical love triangle, with you having feelings for him, but he has feelings for another girl. You saw this coming, to be honest, because all he ever saw you as is a friend. But you couldn’t help loving him, you couldn’t change how you feel. 

While you remained in the sidelines and continued to be the scaredy-cat you were to confess your feelings, Jimin fell in love with another girl. This made you shut out any possibility of trying to confess and lower your hopes of developing your friendship into a relationship. 

Soon though, he confesses to the girl, and a couple days later, she accepts his feelings. Needless to say, you weren’t going to tell him how you feel about him anymore. You were happy for them though, he was treating her like a princess, and as much as you hate to admit it, she was treating him way better than you could even imagine if you were to be by his side. 

Your heart couldn’t help but ache at the sight of them, though, but you always fought off the pain because who were you to cause drama in their relationship? 

Ignoring the heartbreak in your chest made the suffering harder to bear as time went by. There were nights when you’d just cry in bed because you were yearning for his touch but you knew his arms were wrapped around her. There were times where you changed the radio station in the car because it played love songs that reminded you of how you feel about him. There were days where you’d check your phone for a text or a call from him to hang out but you knew he was already spending time with her. And, now, there were days where you’ve had enough. 

Jimin noticed how you were drifting apart from him, -avoiding him he even dared to call it. You’d find any excuse to not see him, and you’d accept any invitation to go out to buy something with another friend whenever you were with him + your clique of friends, whether it be just going to the bathroom or buying something for the group. When he’d engage a conversation with you, you’d keep your replies short and simple. At first, he thought you were distancing yourself from him because you respected the fact that he was in a relationship, but he’s starting to suspect that it’s something more than that.

One night, he decides to confront you about it.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you always avoiding me?” He’d ask straight up.

You shrugged; usually the sight of him frustrated like this would make your heart hurt, and especially since he’s frustrated because of you, you expected to feel guilty, but if you were being honest, you felt nothing anymore. 

“Cut it out, Y/n. What happened to my best friend?” Jimin asks, running a hand through his hair.

Now that, ‘best friend’, struck a nerve with you. With a huff and a shake of your head, you decided that you’ve finally had enough. You didn’t care about maintaining a friendship with Jimin anymore; this heartache was getting the best of you and you didn’t want to endure it any longer. 

“I’m keeping my distance because I know I can’t have you, you idiot.” You answer exasperatedly. He was taken aback by your reason, not knowing how to reply properly to that, so you continue venting, “When I first looked at you, I thought you were pretty cute, but now when I look at you, I see the whole world. And it sucks because you look at her the same way too, not me.

You take a step back and raise your arms out. “So there you have it. I like you, Jimin, dare I even say love you even.” You confess, crossing your arms and looking off to the side to avoid eye contact as you began to cry “Go on, do it.” You then urge him in a whisper, you voice cracking too. “Reject me. My heart has been hurting for a while because of you and I think it’s time to get over you now, so just reject me.” 

At first, he stays silent. His face reads a feeling of pity, and he brings himself to whisper, “I’m sorry.”

[fluff] - Let’s say he dedicated a song to you for your anniversary. He was out on tour and today was the first time in months since he’s left that you two have seen each other. Your parents & friends have been informing him how you’re not your usual self without him around, which made him really sad. 

The second you told him that you bought tickets to one of his concerts, he had this grand idea for you and immediately told his bandmates. 

During “Spring Day”, some of the security guards escorted you to the front of the stage. When the last part of verse of the song came up, you were brought up on the stage where Taehyung and Namjoon came by your side and guided you to the middle of the stage. 

You notice that Jin and Jimin’s choreography was switched when they do the final pose. Instead of Jimin being the one kneeling down and waiting for Jin to walk over and hug him, you were the one that’s waiting for Jimin to come over to hug you. In exchange for the sudden change in scene, Jimin let Jin sing some of his lines in the song (because everyone knows he deserves more lines goddamnit)

So there you stood, in the middle of the stage, one hand over your heart and the other hand covering your open mouth. As he sings the last line, he walks up to you, moves your hand down, and gives you a kiss straight on the lips. You kissed him back, the feeling of his lips on yours is like finally being able to breath again. The colors that were fading to gray with his absence blossomed into beautiful, vibrant colors, changing your depressing outlook on life into a more positive one now that you were able to bask in his presence once more. 

Tears were streaming down during the kiss but you didn’t care. You drowned out the excessively loud cheering from the audience in the background and focused on this moment with the person you love the most. Once you two part, he leans his forehead against yours, uses one his hands to hold yours, and then uses his other hand to cup your face, using his thumb to wipe away your tears before kissing the tip of your nose.

Originally posted by cuteshibes

K I M T A E H Y U N G :

[angst] - Let’s say he accidentally left you. You two were out sightseeing at a foreign city on the other side of the world. It would late at night and for some reason, at this ungodly hour, people would be swarming the streets. While you two were making your way through the crowd, you suddenly lost sight of him. This wasn’t because you were slow, but it would because people would keep shoving you around and eventually, you came to the conclusion that you were lost.

Your heart stopped once you realized that he wasn’t around you, and your heart dropped when you realized that you had no way of contacting him. Your phone’s carrier only provided calls for in your home country, not for whatever country you’re in now. Your eyes grew wide and sweat formed at your temples when your mind started to register the fact that you were running out of options to try and get help. With a shaky breath and weak knees, you situate yourself on a nearby bench. Desperately, you look around to try and recognize his outfit or hair or voice or fucking something in this sea of strangers.

Tears started to build up in your eyes as your thoughts gave up on hope in finding him. You knew that it would be best if you just stayed in place, for he will probably notice your absence and come back to search for you.

Minutes turned into hours and you started to doubt; your hands were becoming clammy and you looked around anxiously and he was still nowhere to be seen. You regretted not bringing a thicker jacket, the night air got more cold the later it got, but then again, getting left behind wasn’t part of the plan and you were supposed to be back in the hotel right now. 

‘The hotel!’ You thought, and you closed your eyes tight to try and focus on how to get back to it. But no matter how hard you tried, the way back was just not possible for you to remember, especially considering that you took a car along the way. As you began to lose hope, you stared up into the starry sky with your teary eyes and made a desperate wish upon the stars that Taehyung would come and find you.

The crowd started to dissipate, and it wasn’t long until you were the only one outside, with the exception of those people who were walking home from work. Your body was shivering from the lack of warmth in your body and you tried laying down on the bench, cuddling your knees as you tried to warm yourself up. It wasn’t long after that Taehyung finds you.

You hear your name called out from a distance, and you honestly thought it was your imagination. Though, a moment later, he’s crouching beside you, getting a good look at your face just to make sure it’s you, and his face morphs from worry to relief when he comes to the realization that it’s you and he’s so happy to have found you. He tried to give you a hug from the position you are now on the bench, but you were freezing cold to try and move. Noticing this, he helps you sit up, slips off his own jacket, and places it on your shoulders before rubbing his hands on your arms as an extra attempt to warm you up. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and your heart, though still clenched up from trying to keep your body warm, finally relaxed at the sight of him. 

You were quick to wrap your arms around his despite how you’re trembling right now. You started sobbing when he puts his arms around you too. Your tears were getting soaked up into the collar of his shirt and he doesn’t say a word, understanding how scared you must’ve been to be alone in such a foreign place. 

[fluff] - Let’s say he got you a dog. He would notice how when you’re waiting for him to arrive home, all you’d be doing is blasting music from your t.v as you laid down on the floor of your living room, singing obnoxiously. The more he thought about you waiting for him to arrive, the more he worried about how you would get when he goes out on tour. 

Before going home from being at the studio, he’d stop by an animal shelter, where he picked up the cutest puppy there was to bring it back home to you. Once he’s in front of the door, he holds the dog in one arm while he uses his other hand to unlock the door. He hears the faint music that you’re blasting, and he’s smiling from ear to ear from how excited he is to see your reaction. When he has opened the door, he let the pet go in first, letting the little animal explore the new home.

You were taken by surprise when a puppy came up to you on the floor and started sniffing you. You sit up criss cross (apple sauce) and take in the small animal into your arms, basking in the cuteness but curiosity growing in you as to what could’ve possibly let it into your home. Confused, you look at the collar, the front of the tag reading the name of the dog while the back had your address engraved in it. You gasped, and you looked towards the direction of where your front door was and called out, “Tae?” 

With his signature boxy smile on his face, he appears from hiding behind the door and sits down in front of you, enjoying the sight of you holding your guys’ new puppy. Your mouth was slightly agape from holding this little ball of fluff in your hands and you face your pet towards your boyfriend, whispering in a high pitched voice that you get into whenever something was too adorable for you to handle. “Is a pupper!” You’d exclaim softly.

Taehyung would laugh at your priceless reaction, petting the dog’s head as you were holding it. Tears would start up in your eyes as you bring the little animal into your chest, embracing the precious thing in a hug. You were overwhelmed at the thought of taking care of your new dog and you felt so honored to have a cutie like this one in your arms and you kept on thinking about how Taehyung is the best boyfriend ever and you couldn’t help but cry.

Taehyung laughed softly at the sight of you crying because of this dog. He would then scoot closer to you, putting one hand around your back and the other one was on top of your hand that was petting the puppy, his hand following yours as you continued to caress its head.

Originally posted by jeonwilds


J E O N J U N G K O O K :

[angst] - Let’s say you self-harmed. The stress from school, hate from fans, exhaustion from work, mixed along with your insecurities, low self-esteem, and Jungkook’s absence did not go along well with your depression.

This feeling of paresthesia ran throughout your whole body and your mind became corrupted with unhealthy thoughts and suddenly you’re in the bathroom with a blade in one hand. You bring the wrist of your other hand up just to look at it, then you took a look at the mirror to see yourself and you watch yourself as you brought the blade against your wrist and dig the sharp side into your skin. As expected, blood appeared from where you’ve made your cut but you felt no pain.

You sighed as you watched the blood trickle down from your wrist, down your arm, and drip off your elbow. You didn’t care to clean it up. You just trudged to your backyard, sat down in the grass, and looked up into the sunset. 

Jungkook comes home a little bit later, and is concerned when you didn’t reply to him announcing that he’s back. He’d wander off to the living room, the kitchen, and then the bedroom. Along the way, he saw some drops of blood on the floor and he’d go wide-eyed, haste to follow where the trail leaded. Relief struck him when he found you sitting outside, still alive. He’d then go get some bandages before sitting beside you. 

You’d notice his presence but you didn’t acknowledge him. He stared at you as you continued looking up at the sky. When he figured that you wouldn’t say anything right now, he’d sigh before gently grabbing your wounded wrist and patching it up for you. As he was finishing up, you decided to tell him, “I can’t feel anything.” Then you gulp because your mouth has gone dry. “So I decided to hurt myself because everybody feels pain when they get hurt, right?” You then turn to look at him in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” You whisper.

He doesn’t say anything, instead, he engulfs you in a hug. Soon, you two were laying on the grass, you’re sleeping on his chest and he’s holding you close as he stares up into the moon. During the night, he carries you bridal style into the bedroom, making sure you’re tucked in and comfortable before he went through the house to throw away anything sharp that you could possibly hurt yourself with and hiding the knives the scissors. After that, he would join you in bed and he would cuddle you, reminding your that he’s going to help you go through whatever hardship you’re facing together.

[fluff] - Let’s say he surprised you by coming home early. Your friends would text him, telling him how you’ve been in the dumps lately because of his absence, which makes him really sad. No matter how many video calls and phone calls and texts you guys send, it would never compare to the feeling of being in each other’s presence.

With a request to his manager, a purchase of an airline ticket, and a packing of a luggage, he sets off to surprise you at your place. 

You came home from another day of work. You noticed the extra pair of shoes by your front door but you ignored it, the feeling of fatigue washing over you and deciding to let those pair of shoes be a problem for you for another day. You walked into your bedroom, also ignoring the suitcase in the corner of your room and taking a shower to change to more comfortable clothes. 

You trudged downstairs to make some dinner for yourself, but you were surprised at the fast-food bag sitting in your dining table. Confused, and a little concerned, you look around your house. When you wandered into your living room, you found a sleeping Jungkook on your couch. 

Tears filled your eyes and your covered your mouth with both hands. You knelt down beside him, still registering the fact that he’s in the same room as you right now. You guess he sensed your presence because he opened his eyes. With a yawn, he sits up and looks at you with a lazy smile. 

“Aw, why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy I’m here?” He’d say, his voice still a little groggy.

You’d close your eyes, letting your tears fall freely now, and you’d nod your head vigorously. His smile would be more genuine and he’d say, “C’mere.” Before pulling you into a hug.

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guys this tooK ME THREE DAYS TO WRITE !! it was so hard for me to create 7 different angsty scenarios and 7 different fluffy scenarios

needless to say, i’m quite proud of this one, even though this turned out to be more of an imagine rather than a reaction // my favorite scenario is namjoon’s angsty one haha & boi i was about to make jimin’s angsty scenario into it’s own one shot like i had to limit myself there whoa

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Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff. I promise it’s fluff.
Word: 3.7k
Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU
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I was very conflicted about whether I should end it with fluff or angst but oh well, I hope yall enjoy this.

Parts: I , II & III

+ To say his heart skips a beat would a complete, big, obese lie. You’ve effortlessly gathered the bits and pieces ─ the littlest things between you and him, - he bemusedly quotes - the late night unhealthy snack fest, and getting cheeseburgers and McNuggets and don’t forget the pineapple pizza condemning, all into a single, simple syllable, us,  that seems to make sense of everything and anything. Forget butterfly, the whole damn zoo is stampeding inside his stomach and his heart is a stuttering mess.


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Jon Snow

Originally posted by xsciamachy

Jon x Reader


Your father sighed when he turned and caught you dawdling behind, watching Jon with a smile slowly forming on your face.

“Hurry child, it would do you no good to be caught staring at him, his is a son of our Lord… bastered or not.” He chided and hurried you along.

“You know most of the girls talk about Lord Robb but I think Jon is far more handsome.” You mumbled which made him scoff.

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Assistant

Word Count: 1881

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Part 2/?

A/N: All the tags are at the end! Thank you again for all your support for this series! It really makes my heart warm.


It’s Wednesday, meaning you have to clean and do laundry. It’s always best to start early since it’s a large tower. You tend to spend the most time in the most occupied rooms. The family room, kitchen, hallway with everyone’s room on, and people’s room you have permission to clean. Steve’s, Bucky’s and Clint’s are the only ones you can clean. Including yours. You do everyone’s laundry as well since you have a trick to get blood stains out. There is a staff of about 10 other cleaners who do other floors. Meeting rooms, main entrance and storage is for them to clean. Rooms where anyone can enter without anything being discovered is fine for the staff to clean. If there are confidential things, however, you have to be the one to clean it. You hear footsteps following you.

“W-wait! (Y/N)! I mean… Mrs. (Y/L/N). I didn’t mean to offend you!” Peter says, catching your arm and making you turn to face him.

You smile politely at him, “I’m not offended, Mr. Parker.”

“Peter. I just hope that you didn’t take what I said wrong. I just mean, I’m spider-man and I have difficulties keeping everything straight. It’s really admirable that you can keep everything straight when you have a million things to do. I only have one.” He rants, scratching the back of his head.

You melt slightly, your stiff lip and ‘I’m just your assistant’ attitude faltering slightly. “Mr. Parker, you have so much that you do. More than me. I don’t take any offense to what you said. I just wanted you to know the facts. I love what I do here and what I contribute. It can be a lot, but I’m not drowning in the work load.”

“Please call me Peter.” He tells you, taking a step closer as he looks down at you. “I just… don’t want you to feel like you have to be my assistant? Like, I don’t want you to put your needs to the side to attend mine- or any of ours.”

Your exterior melts entirely. Peter’s puppy dog face is just too much to resist. You sigh softly and smile at him. “Peter, all my needs are met. Tony treats all of his employees well. I make sure that all my duties are attended to, but I also make sure that I’m not killing myself in the process. Why are you so worried about me anyways?” You ask, looking up at him. Damn, why is this kid so tall?

He shrugs, smiling, overjoyed with how his name sounds coming out of your mouth, “I just figured that since you’re the only one within 5 years of my age, we should stick together. Maybe I can help you with your next chore?”

You giggle, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. “I have to clean, I’m sure you don’t what to do that.” Watching his face change at the sound of cleaning, you start to laugh. You clear your throat while you try to make a straight face.

He pouts slightly. “I totally want to clean with you.”

You shrug, “Too bad you don’t have the clearance.” You smirk before turning around and walking to your room, leaving him in shock. You hear a soft sigh before footsteps leading away from you.

You enter your room and lean against the door. You cannot let yourself get involved with anyone on the Avenger’s team. You’re their employee, nothing more, nothing less. With that resolve in your mind, you get to cleaning up your room.

You finish with your room quickly, since there’s not much in it anyways. You move onto Bucky’s room. His room is the most bare, with very few possessions. You put the few things in their place before dusting and vacuuming. You change his sheets and toss the dirty one in the giant basket you have for dirty laundry. You grab his own dirty laundry basket and put it next to the giant one. You move onto Clint’s. Even though he has his own house to live in, he has the dirtiest room. How can one man have so many possessions?? You get to organizing his stuff, putting magazines in the rack you bought him, making sure his desk looks nice, hanging up clean clothes, tossing dirty ones into a basket, picking up trash, clearing his bin, and changing his sheets. After you’re finally done with his room, you grab his personal laundry basket and put it next to the other two. You dust and vacuum to finish off before going to Steve’s. Steve’s room is always clean, which is why he lets you clean it. All you do is dust and vacuum. He does his own laundry as well, said it’s because a man should do his own laundry. You check everyone else’s room to see if they have any laundry. Only Tony and Bruce have laundry that needs to be done. Natasha doesn’t have any. You don’t dare check Wanda’s or Vision’s rooms. They told you that they’re off limits, which you respect.

You move all the baskets inside your room so that you can mop the hallway floor. You love to make the hardwood shine, it’s just relaxing for you to clean. You are so engrossed in your mopping that when the door to your left opens, you nearly slip.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” Peter says, his hands out, ready to catch you if you fall.

You laugh, wiping sweat off your forehead. “It’s okay, Mr. Parker. I just didn’t realize someone was in their room. You glance behind him at the mess that is his room. “I clean some of the Avenger’s rooms, do you want me to start to clean yours?” You ask innocently.

Red floods his cheeks as he glances back at the mess himself. “What? N-no. No, it’s fine. I’ll clean my own room.”

You nod, “It’s not necessary to have a clean room, Mr. Parker. Some like it that way. I can do any laundry you have.”

Parker shakes his head once again. “No, I can do my own laundry. I don’t have much here anyways.” He points back to the few items of clothing scattered on his floor. He may not have a lot of things, but they are just scattered like they don’t mean anything.

You smirk at him, “You know, they say you can learn a lot about someone through the way they treat their stuff, Mr. Parker.” You turn back around to continue your mopping.

“Please don’t step on the wet floor if you choose to leave your room, Mr. Parker. Though that won’t be a problem, I assume.” You shout over your shoulder as you mop down the hallway.

You hear a laugh from behind you before a door closes. You assume he shook his head with that smirk of his.

You finally finish mopping the floors. Thankfully, your room is at the end of the hallway, so you can get to your room without mussing up the amazing job you just did on the floor. You grab the giant basket containing the 3 boy’s dirty bed sheets and your own. You carry it down to the laundry room.

The hallway where all the rooms are, is connected to the family room. It’s a very open floor plan, so you can see the kitchen and the dining area on the left. A door on the right, near the hallway is what leads to the washer and dryer. Thankfully, there was an open storage area that you made into a cleaning supplies closet along with the washer and dryer. Otherwise, you’d have had to walked to the 1st floor where the employee lounge and necessary appliances are.  You toss the bed sheets in and start the washer. You walk back to your room to grab the other 5 laundry baskets. Yours, Clint’s, Bucky’s, Tony’s, and Bruce’s. That’s 5 loads to get done. Which won’t be time consuming for you, since all you have to do is let it run and switch it out once it’s done. It gets time consuming when you have to fold, but you put on a good show and just mindlessly fold as you watch.

Once the laundry is in, you get to cleaning the family room. This usually takes longer than necessary since there’s people milling about. You don’t want to be rude, so you have to dust stragically so that no one’s view of the tv is obstructed and that you don’t get dust on anyone. You quickly finish vacuuming, making sure to go under legs and not to be too loud for too long.

You put the vacuum and duster away in the cleaning closet and pick up the rest of the garbage in the family room. You organize the random items, books, magazines, and the likes, where they belong. Next is the kitchen, dining room and the rest of the staff will finish the rest of the tower. Taking a glance at your watch, you notice that it’s been 4 hours since you’ve started cleaning. A good time.

As you change the laundry out, you notice a certain spider climbing on the walls so that he doesn’t muss up your mopping job in the hallway. You snort slightly, covering it up as a cough.

Peter glances at you, smirking before jumping off the walls onto the carpeted living room floor. “Like you said, no problem.” He shrugs before going to sit in front of the tv. You shake your head, a light smile on your face as you grab the necessary supplies to clean the kitchen and dining room.

You first go through the fridge, making sure that all the food is not expired and the many left overs are good. Then you go through the pantry, making sure the canned goods and dry foods are good as well. After 30 minutes of cleaning, dishes and all things necessary to have a clean kitchen, you’re finally done. You take a deep breath, glancing at the sparkling countertops and shiny silver appliances. A job well done.

Clint comes into the kitchen and lets out a low whistle. “Dang, (Y/N). It looks amazing in here. I am always stunned by your cleaning abilities.” He rubs the top of your head, messing up your hair. “You always know what to do to make life a little easier around here.”

You chuckle, swatting away his hand. “Thanks, Mr. Barton. I try my best.”

He shakes his head, grabbing fruit from the fridge. “Clint.” He says before walking away.

You’ve always called the group by their last name. Tony and Bruce like it. They’ve never corrected you. Clint, Steve and now Peter have never given up trying to get you to call them by their first names. While you do in your head, you wouldn’t dare to out loud.

You move onto the dining room. It’s not hard to clean since it’s just a large table and chairs. All you do is dust and mop. It takes you about 20 minutes.

You’re finally finished with cleaning. It only took around 5 hours, which is usually how long it takes you. You glance at your watch, 11:00. Time to start online schooling.


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Chronologically follows “Everything’s Better.”  It can stand on its own, but if you want to read in order, catch that one first.
Now with art by Eden Daphne!!!


“Ouch!” Marinette squealed, freezing in the middle of pulling a dress over her head.

“What’s wrong?” Chat asked, hands out, ready to help.  She’d sounded more startled than hurt, but he didn’t care for it either way.  There was also something vaguely familiar about it, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“I must’ve missed a pin,” she muttered, holding the neckline away from her as she peeled it back off.

Chat gathered the fabric and eased it back over her head, wincing at the long thin line of red down her cheek, from temple to jaw.  "Oh, Princess,“ he whispered sadly.  "You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a scratch,” she assured him, trying to find the offending pin.

“It’s on your face, though.”  He frowned and decided their photoshoot was cancelled.  "We’ve got to get that taken care of.  Pack up.“

"But it’s just a…”

“No,” he said firmly.  He hadn’t had to show her his stern and unmovable side, so it was apparently time.  "We’re going home and I’m going to tend to that.“

She blinked in surprise.  "You’re that worried about it?”

“Please just let me take care of you,” he said, bending to press his forehead against hers in the way she liked.

“Fine.”  She sighed.  "Take me home, Chataxi.“

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airuna  asked:

Can you write 64 and 92/93 please?

Sure can! I’m keeping this one short and sweet, because I think we all could use a few hundred words of fluff to get through next week.


Malec: 64: “You’re so beautiful.” + 92: “Are you drunk?”

Magnus woke up to a giggling Alec hopping onto bed. Sometimes Alec would arrive in the middle of the night, especially when he was running rounds. Those were rarer now that he was the Head of the Institute, but Alec still loved to get out of the office from time to time.

Although Magnus remembered something about a celebration. It had to do with… Jace? Some shadowhunter thing, Magnus figured.

He didn’t have much time to think before next thing Magnus knew, Alec was on top of him. “Hi,” he said with a lazy grin. “I missed you.”

“That’s sweet, darling,” Magnus said, fingers running through Alec’s hair. He wasn’t as sweaty as he would be if he had been working. “Where were you?”

“Institute,” Alec answered mindlessly. His eyes traveled through Magnus’ face and Alec frowned. “You’re so beautiful.”

Magnus blinked and he couldn’t help the smile that took his lips. Something on Alec’s voice sounded almost offended. “Should I apologize?”

“No!” Alec practically screamed. “Never. You’re perfect. Your face. The rest too. I missed you.”

A chuckle played at Magnus’ throat, but he suppressed it. “Alexander, I’m going to ask you something and I want you to answer me with the truth, okay?” He waited for Alec to nod a couple of times. “Are you drunk?”

Alec beamed. “Yes!”

This time Magnus let the chuckle out. “You sound proud of that.”

“I drank scotch,” Alec sang, leaning his chin on Magnus’ shoulder. “Tasted like wood, even though I’ve never tried wood. It was really old too. But not as much as you. So I guess it wasn’t really old at all.” Alec closed his eyes. “Time is relative.”

“It is.” Magnus hugged his boyfriend, feeling his weight on top of him. He had missed Alec too. “How about we go to sleep, darling?”

“We could do that,” Alec said, nodding. He opened his eyes and looked at Magnus, smirking. “Or we could- you know.”

Magnus arched an eyebrow at him. “Or we could sleep.”

“It’s so hard to win an argument against you,” Alec whined and rolled to lay on Magnus’ side. “Today was the anniversary of the day Jace and I met.”

With a movement of his hand, Magnus used his magic to change Alec’s clothes to the shorts he wears to sleep. “So you guys went out for drinks?”

“We drank in my office. Izzy and Clary too. I wish you were there.”

“I’m here now,” Magnus said as he ran his hand up and down Alec’s arm.

Alec nodded and smiled again, sleep taking over him. “Good.”

bliss among sinners | 01

pairing: jungkook x reader x hoseok
summary: ride along, he says, his eyes as bright as the scorching summer sun hitting the roof of his beat-up car. and although you’ve promised yourself time and time again that you wouldn’t let your feeble heart surface around him, not after everything he’s told you, you find the corners of your lips curving and your palm heating as you touch the car handle. after all, the soft smile he greets you with doesn’t look like it could belong to the killer you know he is.
➤ genre: smut, angst, punk!au, mafia!au
➤ word count: 16k
➤ warning(s): attempted kidnapping, violence
➤ a/n: revamped b&c, but it’s completely different, so does it still count as a revamped fic? i’m going w yes. unedited.

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Spirit in the House - Chap 7/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,937

Warnings: Mention of Cheating, Mention of Death, Language

A/N: Hope you’ll like this one :) Anyway, enter Maria…

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Originally posted by marshthemallows

You sat cross-legged on the sofa while Bucky was fixing himself up. He told your best friend he could see your spirit and ended up with a split lip.

“You’re not doing it right.”

“Really?” Bucky replied with a sigh and turned to you, a painful smirk on his face. “Wanna do it for me?”

“I would if I could… you know, hold things.”

He laughed silently and continued dabbing at the skin around his wound with a disinfectant-soaked cotton. You leaned closer to him and looked into the mirror.

“It won’t heal well if you don’t put it on your lip.”

He whined, still avoiding the wound. “But it hurts.”

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Three Nights

MOODBOARD CREATED BY THE BEAUTIFUL, TALENTED AND AMAZING @yourtropegirl aka @theenchantedgalleryofstories

Art created by the amazing and oh so talented @athenarosehunter! To even begin to think Three Nights inspired you to create this beautiful art is just mindblowing. Thank you so much for sharing <3

Hi all! I just want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone for the unbelievable response to Marked One. This community is amazing and I am so glad to have contributed towards it! I recently passed 100 FOLLOWERS! So I will hopefully do something special :) Anyway shall we crack on?

PROMPT - by an Anonymous, they asked for:  “ Hey, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do an imagine in which you are sick on the Enterprise and Jim takes care of you and it’s all cute, thank you:)”

There was a similar prompt sent to @fandomheadrush PLEASE check out their version here: http://fandomheadrush.tumblr.com/post/154698958221/jim-takes-care-of-you (Its really good.)

PAIRING - Reader X Jim (I thought I would do one which sees a relationship blossom. The idea is they have spoken in passing before, but aren’t exactly friends before the reader gets sick.)

WARNINGS - Slight cursing, Illness, Hypos galore and cuddles.


Three Nights

“You know If you don’t drink that they’re going to be offended right?”

You suppressed jumping from your skin as you turned to face the smug smile of Jim Kirk, his eyes glistening with amusement as he glanced between you and the cup clutched tightly between your hands.

The day had started like any other, the Enterprise had been summoned to the Orion homeworld for a meeting with the Ambassador and as usual they had thrown a huge banquet to celebrate the presence of one of the finest captains the fleet has to offer.

The hall you stood in was magnificent to say the least, large cloth banners of various colours hung down from the high ceiling; their ends fluttering in the light breeze which slowly gusted through the room. The sides of the hall were lined with grand windows, the pristine glass flaring to life with the deep crimson colours of the setting sun.

To think that you almost spent the day maintaining phaser rifles on the Enterprise.

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A Strong Dislike (William Nylander)

Anonymous said:

hey! Could you maybe write one with William Nylander where you act like you hate each other but you’re actually in love with each other and too afraid to admit it? Thanks!!💕 (you’re such an amazing writer btw)

Anonymous said:

Could you do #3 with William nylander please ❤

#3: “Come with me to the other room.” - “We’re not going to talk about this now.”

Word count: 1226

Originally posted by wiillmajohansson


You don’t hate people.

Growing up, your parents always taught you that you never hated people, you just strongly disliked them. You took their advice; at least, you took their advice until you met William.

From the very moment that you had laid eyes on William, you had thought that he was really cute. Sydney Esiason, your best friend and the reason you were at the Leafs event in the first place, immediately started heckling you when she saw your face go bright red. When you had finally gotten up the courage to talk to William, though, things took a turn south.

William Nylander was a jerk. You hadn’t expected him to make a face when he saw you and comment about how it didn’t surprise him that Sydney had brought one of her puck bunny friends along. From there, the two of you had just gotten along swimmingly. Between the dirty looks thrown between each other to the little jabs about anything having to do with your ‘enemy,; you could say with ease that you hated William Nylander.

You still couldn’t manage to get over your crush on him, though. When he would glare at you, you couldn’t help but to notice how pretty his eyes are. Everytime he would get into an argument with you, his voice would send chills through you. However hard you tried to hate him, you also loved him, just a little bit.

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