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Indecent Exposure

Art trade with @yunyin! Her request: a funny/awkward reveal where the kids come up with a code word/phrase in case they can’t transform and need to convince the other of their identity. And what’s funnier/more awkward than Ladrien?

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It wasn’t until the akuma trapped Adrien and Ladybug in the elevator together that Adrien remembered two things: one, his ring was back at the studio on the fifth floor, and two, he wore pants made entirely out of faux fur, and nothing else.

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anonymous asked:

i feel like camren have been in love w each other for some time but they never took that step of actually doing something abt it. Idk...

Oh I think they took that step alright! No only did they take it but they ran for it! Would you look at this shit: 

They’ve obviously seen each other’s naked body during wild love making sessions.

Shopping Partner

Summary: In an attempt to ask you out on a date, you help Bucky pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion.

Prompt: “Tell me, can your dick even breathe in those pants?”

Word Count: 1,353.

A/N: This is my entry for @bladebarnes ’s writing challenge!! This was super cute to write and I hope you all enjoy. Also, took some inspo from @brighterlights‘s fic, “Personal Shopper”.

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(Fantastic Beasts) Imagine Dougal taking care of you because he knows that you’re pregnant

Newt was someone who was always kind of concerned. As soon as one of his babies sneezed he was alarmed and if you wouldn’t tell him to go to bed, he would stay at their bedside the whole night, making sure it wouldn’t die. Okay, maybe that was a little exaggerated but he still was usually a very concerned person. And recently one of his babies behaved weirdly.

Dougal had started sneaking out of the case occasionally and did things for you, like grabbing heavy things and starting carrying for you…or least he tried if it was too heavy for himself, or he actually started to gather food. Sometimes in the mornings there was a pile of fruits on your nightstand.

You and Newt had absolutely no idea where this behaviour was coming from, since Dougal didn’t normally cuddle to your side in bed…or ever comes to bed with you at all…head on your stomach. Like he wanted to listen to something. Newt was lying beside you two, watching the Demiguise confused. “I don’t understand this. He never acted this way before” Newt furrowed his brows as Dougal grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach. He came a little closer to you, cuddling you from your other side, figuring that was what Dougal wanted from him. “This is so unlike him” Newt mumbled and kissed your forehead.

Then you remembered something. “Newt…he acted like this before. Once” Newt obviously tried to remember the situation. “Remember when we took care of that female Niffler once? That one that was…pregnant” Your face froze as you talked and you realized what was actually happening. Newt didn’t seem to understand until a minute later, when his face told you he came to the right conclusion. He looked down at his hand on your stomach.

“Oh…”

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Okay I finally managed to write this request…I’m very sorry for the long wait. I think it’s from December o.o

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

Positive Vibes (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you do something for Bucky that brightens his bad day. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,923

A/N: An anon requested “reader does something spontaneous and romantic for Bucky that she doesn’t even think of as romantic! And he is just floored by her thoughtfulness.“ This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”. Here’s a track list for the CD mentioned in this part. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for existing and being my very best friend/editor

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

You’re stuck in the middle of a heated debate between Bruce and Helen Cho about gamma radiation when Steve walks by. He scans the dining hall, letting his gaze fall from one table to the next, before balancing his tray in one hand so he can rub his forehead. As he does, he discreetly scans the room for a second time, reminding you of a lost child desperately seeking out his mother.

"Steve!” You call out, making sure your voice is loud enough to be heard over all the chatter. He turns around immediately, a relieved grin overtaking his features as he walks towards you.  

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somwhereonlyweknow010  asked:

Hey! Time for that normal fluff :)!What woyld happen if Eddie was shoving little love notes into Richie's locker every time he could?

“Man, someone really wants to get in my pants!” Richie’s voice shouted with amusement from a little ways down the hall. Eddie continued to stroll over casually, the thick dust in the schools air made him cough a little.

As he approached, Richie was waving around a familiar small, ripped sheet of blue paper. Beverly looked over his shoulder, her sucker Rolling to the left side of her mouth. Richie flicked it and held it up to her eyes, seemingly proud. She popped the treat out of her mouth, lips a little swelled and shook her head. “Roses are red, Violets are blue, your jokes are shit, but I love them too.” She read, thumb grazing at the corner of the note.

“It’s the third one I’ve got this week.” Richie ripped it from Beverly and placed it back in his locker. She nodded, eyes wandering over to Eddie as she pushed her sucker back past her lips.

“Y'know any girl who could be doing this?” Richie asked and Beverly shook her head.

“I know of no girls who’d be sending cute poems to you.” She chuckled and Richie crossed his arms. “But…” She glanced back at Eddie. The smaller boy gave her a panicked look. “Then again I’m not too great at figuring out secret admirers from poetry.” She shrugged and started on her way to class, bumping Eddies arm encouragingly as she left.

“Ya heat that Eds? I’m desirable.” Richie turned to the smaller boy with a laugh, Eddie finally approached to stand next to him and rolled his eyes. “Y'know maybe these are from your mom-”

Eddie whipped Richie’s arm so fast, he barely even realized he’d done it. “Ow, jeez Eds. No need to be jealous, I still think you’re the cutest Kaspbrak.” Richie reached over to pinch Eddies cheek. Eddie slapped his hand away.

“Don’t do that, I hate it when you do that.” Eddie composed himself again as Richie grinned.

“Sure you do. C'mon Eddie, class awaits.” Richie gestured for Eddie to follow him, and as always Eddie did.
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“You think I could get Mike to tutor me in History? My grade took a serious dip after that test-”

“Attention Lads and Lady! For I need your help!” Richie plopped down next to Stan, who rolled his eyes immediately and bit into his sand which. “Mrs. Wilson didn’t like my joke last class so she’s having me grade everyone’s tests.” Richie flopped the tests and the answer key down on the table.

“Are you changing your grade?” Stan asked with discouragement in his eyes. Richie mocked offense.

“You’d think with your giant nerd glasses you’d be smarter.” Eddie chuckled and Richie scoffed.

“Hey, I copied off of you so if I failed, you failed.” He jetted his finger out sassily and cleared his throat. “Anyway.” Richie pulled out another familiar small ripped sheet of blue paper and looked up with an evil grin. Eddie swallowed harshly.

“I know whoever this admirer is, they’re in Mrs. Wilsons class cause she’s the only teacher that has colored paper!” He flicked the blue note again. “So I need you guys to help me compare hand writing!”

Stan was surprised Richie had come up with an actual sound plan and was about to agree to help when he caught sight of Eddie in his seat looking positively green. He was shaking his head back and forth. Stan widened his eyes. ‘Oh’ he thought. Beverly seemed to notice as well and she bumped Stan’s arm. ‘Do something’. Stan reached over and took the tests like he was going to help but quickly knocked them all onto the floor. “Oops!”

Beverly held back a giggle and Richie scowled. “Look what you did, noodle arms!” He bent down to pick them up but Stan and Beverly did as well and did their best to stall before Richie could get them. They’d succeeded, as the bell rang Richie scrambled them together. “Man I was suppose to have these done by this period!” He scrambled up and out the lunch room doors.

“Thanks guys.” Eddie said in a small voice and they shrugged.

“You should just tell him you know.” Stan suggested. “I mean, he thinks you’re the greatest.”

Eddie shook his head. “No, he’s always teasing me.”

“It’s cause he likes you…and he knows you secretly love it.” Beverly chuckled and Eddie blushed.

“Just something to think about.” Stan smiled softly and pat Eddies arm as they walked out.
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Eddie had been pacing at his locker since he’d got there, extremely early too. He’d slipped his note into Richie’s locker and darted away as quick as humanly possible to where he stood now. Bill was watching him with a small smile and bit into the breakfast that he was forced to take on the go.

“So w-w-what’s it say?” He asked in his best sing-song voice and Eddie frowned. He’d not wanted to do this but Stan and Bev had somewhat convinced him.

He’d nervously asked Ben and Mike what on earth he should write. Ben had given him classic advice. “Write what you feel.”

Mike had pat his shoulder and nodded. “You’re gonna do great.”

So Eddie assured himself with Mike’s voice in his head.

“No fucking way!!” They snapped their heads around at the sound of Richie’s shout. Not too long after, Richie shot down the hall and tripped right in front of them but quickly hopped up to play it off. Bill laughed.

“You sneaky shit. It’s you-.” Richie cut himself off to breath and push up his glasses. Eddie blushed. “That’s great Eds!”

“Really?” He squeaked

“We’re gonna have so much fun!” Richie threw his arm around the smaller boy. Bill smiled, proud.

“So what’s it s-s-say?” Bill asked and Richie gave him the note.


'You can keep calling me Eds, and I’ll keep telling you I hate it but just know I fucking love it!’

You were deep in the universe of the book you were reading when a loud knock on your door brought you back to reality. The sound startled you so much that it took you a second to say anything.

“Who is it?” you called out going back to reading your book.

“It’s me, Y/N,” a too familiar voice called out and you rolled your eyes in response.

“What do you want Eggsy?” you asked annoyed, still trying to focus on your book.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” he said with a smirk and you sighed out of annoyance. “I have to show you something.”

“No.,” you said shortly and tried your hardest to actually read your book instead of just looking distractedly at the words without retaining anything (which you had been doing since Eggsy showed up).

“No?” he asked, amused.

“That’s what I said,” you sighed, just loud enough so Eggsy could hear it.

“No as in I don’t have anything to show you?” he inquired. “Because I’m pretty sure I actually have something to show you and I must say, it’s pretty damn cool.”

You sighed out of exasperation and stood up from the chair you were sitting in. You shoved a bookmark into your book and threw it onto your bed as you stormed over to the door all while saying,”What on Earth, could you possibly want, Eg-“ Your sentence stopped short as you opened the door to see Eggsy in a black suit smirking at you.

Eggsy looked amusedly at your reaction to his appearance before joking,”I know, it’s a lot to take in but save some dignity Y/N and at least close your mouth before you drool all over your carpet.”

You snapped your mouth shut after hearing what he said but continued to look at the way his biceps were defined by the tight suit sleeves. You cleared your throat and finally brought your gaze up to his face to make eye contact with him. He smirked and winked at you, causing you to swallow hard as a blush crept up your neck and cheeks.

“I-I,” you coughed trying to get some words out. “You look, uh, you look great Eggsy.”

“Thanks,” he said, shifting slightly on his feet. “Merlin is sending me on a mission where I have to pose as a millionaire investor at a gala of some sort.” He added, “Oh, by the way,” You nodded and brought your eyes to his again after they had drifted down to his chest again. “He told me to tell you that you’re meeting him in-,” he looked at his watch. “45 seconds.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what he just said. “What the hell Eggsy?” you exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” You rushed past him and sprinted down the hall with Eggsy calling after you.

“You seemed so focused on me,” he called out. “I didn’t want to break your concentration!” He laughed to himself and sighed contently watching your figure disappear down a corridor.


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One-on-One (Ro) (Roman Reigns X Reader)

AN: Felt bad for leaving my boy with a hard-on 😂. He’ll get retribution in this one…….and then some 😁

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“You know, there should be a rule against you wearing clothes in this house….“Roman trailed off, attention occupied by my breast. He pulled a nub in his mouth, sucking and licking it greedily.

“You’re a pervet.”

“And you’re a tease.”

I moaned when his huge hand grasped both of my breast, rolling the nipples with his. thumbs.

“You’ve been a very bad little girl lately, though. I think it’s time for Daddy to teach you some respect.” He said, licking the skin between my breast.

“Daddy? Really? You know I find that kink highly disturbing.” I said, looking at him as if he were crazy.

“And I find you not sleeping with me for two whole days highly disturbing.” He responded, looking into my eyes from between my breast.

“You survived.” I said dismissively.

“Barely!”

“Oh, you poor baby.” I told him, mockingly.

“Now, you’ve made the Big Dog mad, baby girl.” He said kissing his way toward my throbbing pussy. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Actually, I wanna try something.” He got up off of the bed and made his way to my dresser, opening the top one. I felt my face flush heavily when he took out the pink vibrator I kept stored there.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I asked, embarrassed that he knew I had one.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). I just want to play with you for a little bit. That’s all.” He said, crawling back into the bed.

He was kneeling in between my spread legs, face inches away from where I needed him the most. Then, he brought the vibrator up and turned it on.

“Let’s see if the tease likes being teased.” He said with a wicked smirk, throwing me a wink.

My body jumped once he started rubbing the vibrator on my clit in slow, torturous circles.

“Ahhh, damn…” I moaned out quietly, focusing on the pressure that was currently rubbing my clit.

“You like that?” Roman asked, licking his lips, intently watching my pussy drip with need.

“Ugh! Yes!” I moaned out when he turned up the level on the toy. He started running it up and down my womanhood, eliciting a string of profanities from my lips.

I started rocking my hips upward, looking for more friction, but he pulled the toy away. I groaned in dissapointment.

“Awww, what’s wrong baby girl?” He asked, mocking me the way I did him earlier.

“Stop fucking playing, Ro! Get back to work!” I yelled at him, beyond frustrated and more than turned on at this point.

He just laughed. “I’m a little too old to be playing games, sweetheart.” He brought the vibrator back up to my pussy, slowly circling my opening with it. “And the only one who’s gonna be going to work is you.”

With that, he shoved the vibtator up my soaked cunt. “Fuck!” I yelled out, glad to have something up my throbbing pussy.

“Come on, (y/n). Fuck yourself with your toy, baby.” Roman teased, removing his hand from the hilt of the toy and placing mine on it.

I started fucking myself with the vibrator slowly, maintaining eye contact with him. I started shoving it in me faster and harder when I saw him grabbing his cock, jerking it in time with the vibrator I was shoving up my pussy.

His eyes lowered themselves to where I was moving the pink toy in and out of myself. “Rub that swollen clit of yours. Fuck that pussy good for me!” He demanded, jerking his cock harder.

“Oh shit!” I moaned, loudly when I started rubbing my clit like Roman told me to.

“You ‘bout to cum, baby?” Roman asked, voice husky due to the hand rapidly moving up and down his thick cock.

“Yes!” I moaned out, rubbing my clit and fucking myself with the vibrator harder. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Good.” He muttered, leaning forward to slap my hands away and snatching the pink toy out of my tight pussy in the process.

“Ro!!! What the actual fuck!” I yelled at him, thinking of ways to murder his ass in his sleep.

“I did say I was gonna tease you…” He trails off leaning in to my cheek.

I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him.

“I hate you.” I said lightly.

“You love my dick, though.”

“Oh, screw you!”

“Soon, babe. Soon.” He said, throwing me a dazzling smile. Why is he so damn attractive.

He ran his hand through his hair, arm muscles flexing as he did so, then leaned forward, his breath playing with my lips.

“I was planning on dominating your little ass tonight, but now I’m having second thoughts.” He finished, leaning even further in to run his tongue along my bottom lip.

Roman moved to my left, laying his body down next to mine with his feet planted firmly on the mattress.

“I’m gonna sit my ass right here and watch you do all the work. Now come sit down on my cock.” He demanded, raising up to lean back on his forearms.

I scrambled over to his lap, admiring the sight before me. His cock looked intimidating, laying there against his stomach, heavily dripping precum. The viens were so pronounced they looked as if they were gonna bust through the skin. And the size of his dick never ceased to amaze me.

I moved to straddle his cock. “Nuh, uh.” I heard him say. I looked at him, confused.

“Turn around. I wanna see your ass bounce every time you go up and down on my dick.”

Fuck, I thought to myself, pussy clenching uncontrollably at the thought.

I turned around and straddled his hips, facing the wall in front of us. I raised my hips up and felt him line up his cock with my opening. I slowly lowered myself onto his thick shaft, hissing at the slight pain that accompanied it.

“God, damn!” I heard him curse once I made it all the down. His cock was so fucking thick. He always filled me up completely, making me feel as if I were being ripped in half.

“Come on, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.” I heard him moan out.

I moaned in response, leaning my body over so that my hands were flat on the bed beneath me. I used that leverage to help me bounce up and down on his hard, fat cock.

“Shit!” Roman cursed, intently watching my ass move as I kept moving myself up and down, grinding my hips once I made it back down.

“Go faster, (y/n). I want you to fuck that cock good. Move that ass, baby girl.”

I moaned, fucking myself harder and faster on the cock wedged between my legs. I was breathing heavily, and the pleasure I was receiving from his thick manhood was driving me insane.

Every time I’d slam my hips back down into his, his cock would poke my g-spot hard. My legs were starting to spasm due to how good his dick was making my throbbing pussy feel.

I leaned forward even more on the bed, letting my forearms support me. I could ride his cock faster at this angle. I started screaming when he started rocking his hips off of the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust, pounding deliciously into my cervix.

“Yeah, that’s it baby! Take all of it! Fuck my cock hard! God, damn!” I heard him growl out, reaching out a hand to smack my left ass cheek. Hard.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed at the harsh slap. It sent delicious ripples of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit.

“Ro, I’m so close! Keep shoving your cock up in me, please!” I begged him, wanting to cum so fucking bad.

He started shoving his cock in me faster. So fast I could hardly raise my hips up before he was shoving his fat, meaty cock back in me.

I felt Roman raise up a little, grabbing me by my hair and tugging me back into his hard chest.

“Now, tell me,” he whispered, darkly into my ear, never ceasing the brutal pace he in which he was fucking me with his hard cock, “Who’s making your tiny pussy feel this damn good?”

“You!” I cried, trying my hardest to move up and down on his thick cock at this angle.

“What’s my name?” He asked, voice turning dangerously seductive. He started tugging on my hair even harder.

“Roman!” I cried out.

“No!” His deep voice boomed in my ear. He yanked on my hair roughly. I shrieked in pain.

“What’s. My. Fucking. Name?” He growled in my ear, accentuating each of his words with a sharp thrust into my sensitive vagina.

“Daddy!” I shrieked. “It’s Daddy!” I felt my pussy clamp down hard on the thick cock fucking me senseless

“Good girl” he crooned out sexily, pinching my clit between his thumb and pointer finger as a reward.

I came with a loud scream, back arching into a perfect bow. I was squeezing my eyes shut so tight my head was starting to hurt. Roman didn’t slow down his movement through my oragasm. He continued to move his cock in and out, fucking me through it.

I was dead weight leaning up against his chest, now. I just laid there, taking his cock as he continued to shove it back into me.

“Fucking look at you! My cock turned you into a mess. Daddy fucking you that good?” He asked, shoving his dick in me even harder.

Before I knew it, Roman had flipped us over. I was laying front first on the bed, and he was over me, penis still lodged in me.

“Ohhh!” I groaned out, lower stomach starting to hurt due to how hard Roman was shoving his cock in me. “Please, Ro…” I started off, struggling to find words.

“Shhhh,” he started leaning over me, “Don’t talk, baby girl. Just let Daddy keep fucking this tight ass pussy until he cums. You want Daddy’s cum, right?” He asked, stopping his harsh thrust to grind his cock in circles into my pussy.

“Ahhh, yes! I need your cum in me, daddy! Please give it to me!” I begged, not caring about how filthy I sounded.

“You turn into such a whore once I start fucking you. You love this dick that much? Your slutty little pussy needs my cock that damn much?!” He asked huskily, grinding his hips down into mine rougher.

“Oh, my fucking gosh, yes! I always need it! Please fill me up, Daddy!” I whined, throat hoarse from all the yelling.

“Oh, I’ll fill you up, slut! I’m not stopping till I cum all in this little pussy. Until this tight little cunt of yours starts milking this fat cock dry.” He whispered nastily in my ear.

“Oh, shit!” I cursed, feeling another intense oragasm sneak up on me due to his filthy fucking words.

“Damn, baby, again?!” I heard him ask, incredulously. “Shit!” I heard him curse, feeling his cock swell up deliciously in me.

“Yes! Cum in my sluty little pussy, Daddy. Fill your little girl up!” I groaned out, desperate for his cum.

“Fuck!” I heard him roar, slamming his cock, one, two, three times into me before he started filling me up with his seed. I moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock twitching every time more of his seed would leak out that glorious cock directly onto my greedy pussy.

When he finished cumming in me, he pulled his cock out and collapsed next to me on the bed.

“Damn, baby girl,” he started, still trying to catch his breath, “We should get that pussy insured. Would hate for something to happen to it.”

I laughed at his stupidity. “You just did something to it!” I turned over to my right to face him, giving him a tired smile.

“I did, didn’t I?” He said proudly, throwing me a wink.

“I wanna feel hurt for being left out, but that was hot as fuck.” Roman and I jumped at the sound of Tama’s voice.

“When did you get here? I thought you were sleep?” I asked, still breathing heavily.

“About ten minutes ago. I’m pretty sure you guys woke up the whole neighborhood with how loud you were.”

“I bet you can’t make her scream that loud.” Roman said, throwing Tama a cocky grin.

“You wanna bet, pretty boy?”

“Oh, please! You’re just as pretty as me.”

“I’m not pretty, OK. I’m devilishly handsome.” Tama threw back, looking proud of himself.

“Quit lying to yourself, kid.”

“Kid?! I’m older than you, dipshit! And besides…”

I decided to tune out their ridiculous conversation, finding sleep to be more appealing. I turn around, grabbed my pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.

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Could Tama make you scream louder? Hmmmmm…….maybe, maybe not. Who’s to say? 😉😏😈

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My ECCC Experience

Warning – This turned into a book. I will put the bulk under a cut.

 Well, what a weekend that was. I see many people have shared their experiences & I wasn’t going to cause I didn’t want to be repetitive (plus I hate writing), but what the hell – here we go.

 It all started on Thursday night when my husband & I checked in at the Sheraton & then headed over to The Whisky Bar to meet up w/ about 25 other fans for whisky tasting & general mayhem. It was such a blast to meet other fans in the flesh & everyone was so lovely.

 Friday was very long & tiring, but also quite exhilarating. It started with waiting 3 ½ hours in line for the panel in VERY tight & warm conditions, but a good number of people had to wait in the cold rain, so I won’t complain. We ended up in the 8th row on the center aisle. We had a perfect view of the stage, but a bit far for any great pics from my camera phone, but I’ll share a couple here anyway.

 Since everyone saw the panel already, I won’t get into that except to say it was absolutely marvelous. Sam & Cait were glorious live & the energy in the room was palpable. Everything they said is pretty much a blur & I still need to rewatch it to make it all real.

 We went straight to the autographs after the panel, but they were already capped off, so we hung out for a bit & then headed to our dual photo-op w/ Sam & Cait. The organization was a complete shit-show and they had no idea what they were doing. We were moved all over the place & then smooshed all together against the wall to wait again while they figure it out. After about an hour, they got it together & we were on our way to stand in line.

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sugar ❖ sehun (2)

The color red remembered you that your body craved for him, no matter how old and how related to your best friend he was.


admin : - velvet
genre : fluff, smut (in later parts), pretty huge age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo!sehun, angst

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Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue


Jump in❞ Sehun told you when you followed him out of the house and into the back garage. Outside the dark sky was already taking over everything, the lampposts outside Mina’s house were slowly switching on and your heart was beating way too fast.

Mr Oh looked heavenly while he sat in his grey 612 Scaglietti, meanwhile you salivated just watching the car. Of course you’ve seen sport cars, but this - this was you sitting inside of it, this was out of anything you dreamed about.

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Archie Andrews | One step at a time (possible series)

Count of words: 1070

Warnings: sad, mention of suicide and a suicide attempt, may contain spoilers if you haven’t seen till episode 11-12

A/N: I am thinking of making a little series with this but if I do it’s gonna be like so depressing and reader slowly revealing her past to her friends and boyfriend and I don’t know if anyone wants to read it… If any of you want to please let me know in my inbox soo yeah, hope you like this ♥♥

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anonymous asked:
Can you do a Archie imagine where him and the reader are dating and instead of Cheryl falling through the ice it’s the reader and Archie, Veronica, jughead and Betty go after her?


In the small town of Riverdale no one ever thought how bad things can escalate to the level it has now. After the surprising death of Jason Blossom so many more catastrophes occured, slowly driving the little town into chaos. While everything else seemed to be a disaster and the case of the mysterious murder seemed to be held back due to lack of evidence got solved, placing FP Jones in the crime scene, with the crime weapon, killing the poor teenager. But, a group of teenagers were opposed to the decision of the sheriff and even if the evidence threw the blame towards FP, the group of teenagers managed to find out who the killer was. Clifford Blossom.

After the following death of the routhless father; it was a suicide, things seemed to simply change. People were relieved a psyco like that was finally gone, even if that ment that he died. Everyone let loose, exept her. She was one of the foolish teenagers that risked their lives to solved the case of the unfortunate football leader. It was not easy for her to see all these things happen around her so fast, so soon. It hurt her more than anyone could ever think, but she didn’t understand why. There were some pretty nasty comments thrown at her and she started making some pretty dark thoughts herself. All untill she knew what to do. 

After taking some time to think about what she should do all night, the sixteen year old, took the whole day after that to tell and show her friends how much she appreciated them. She gave Jughead a little crown medallion, just like the one he gave her when they were kids to show her how importand she was to him. She gave Betty a beautiful ring matching the one the (hair color) haired girl was always wearing, and she also gave Veronica a matching one as well; to show them how much they ment to her. Last of all was Archie. He was not like everyone else, he was not just her best friend, but her boyfriend as well. She gave him guitar that he wanted to buy for a long time, and that’s when he new something was going very wrong.

By the time the sky started to become darker the girl was already by the Sweetwater river, mentaly prepearing herself for what was to come. On the other side of the little forest to the river, the four other teenagers were worried to death as to were their friend, best friend and girlfriend was. They looked everything and they took turns trying to call her phone. Veronica actually managed to do it and put it on speaker so everyone would listen. “Y/N, where are you, we are worried sick,” the voice of a very wary Veronica traveled through the phone line. “I’m ok, don’t worry about it,” she said calmly to her. “Darling, tell as where you are. I know something is wrong just tell us,” her loving boyfriend pleaded but the girl didn’t crack even the slightest bit. “Oh, Archie. Oh, how I love you. You mean so much to me,” she said silently crying. “I love all four of you so much. Thank you for caring but it’s not going to do anything now. I love you but I have to go. I’ll sent Jason your greetings,” and she hung up. Everyone was shocked hearing the last words of the girl. “The Sweetwater,” one of them thought out loud and dashed towards the newly found destination as the rest followed close behind.

The first one to make it to the river has the gracious red head, but the love of his life was already far, far away. “Y/N, no, no, no. Don’t do it. Whatever it is that is bothering you we can fix that together.” He shouted while the rest of the group finally caught up. “There’s nothing you can fix. Not anymore.” She yelled back. The read head went to run up to her and stop her, but Veronica held him back. “The ice will not handle the weight,” the raven haired girl noticed and the others agreed. “But I need to stop her,” “We will,” Jughead reasoned his friend. “Y/N, please come here. Get away from the ice. We need you. I need you. Remember why I gave you that crown necklace?” Jughead tried to talk some sence into the girl. She simply nodded her head and the boy continued. “I gave it to you cause you are so important to me. I gave it to you to remind you that you are the only person I trust with my life. Please,” he pleaded but it was no too late. The girl moved a little and the ice that was previously cracked now created a hole and took the girl inside of it.

Archie couldn’t hold back anymore. He dushed towards the girl in hopes to get her out of the water before the current takes her body away. But it was to late. The group of teenages followed the girl’s body until it stopped. The aspiring musician fell on his knees and started puching the ice with the goal to break it and get his girl out of it. Blood started to run from his fists as the raven haired girl looked at his actions with aw, and the blonde clutched onto her boyfriend’s arm, crying while hidding behind his shoulder.

After finally managing to save the girl, the group ended up in Veronica’s house. Archie was holding the (hair color) haired girl in his arms, attempting to warm her up as the fire didn’t seem to help as much. The blanket around the two allowed his to trasfer warmth from his body to hers. He had removed his shirt previously and placing her in it after removing her soaking wet clothes, so the warmth of his body radiated to the girl easier. Jughead was sitting behind them in the couch with Betty in his arms trying to get her out of the shocked state of watching her friend attempt to kill herself, and Veronica was standing next to her mum discussing about the incident. “It’s gonna be ok.  I’m here. I love you.” Was all Archie could manage to make himself say to set the love of his life at ease. “We’ll do this. Together. One step at a time.”

How Would EXO Propose

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by glamourpcy

He would do it randomly at home. You were having a bad day and was stressed out because of work. You were not in the mood to talk no matter how much he insisted.

“Oh that’s too bad.” he finally said. “Because I wanted to ask if you would be willing to marry me.”

“What? Chanyeol, please repeat what you just said.” you asked him, trying to hide your trembling voice.

“Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god yes!” you shouted jumping in his arms.


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by drawien

It was your anniversary, so he took you to a fancy restaurant that had a beautiful view of the city. You two were having dinner when he took your hands in his while you just looked at him in surprise.

“You know what would make this evening even more special?” he asked and took the ring out of his pocket. 

“This.” he smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You didn’t expect this at all so you just kissed him as the answer.

“I will take that as a yes.” he chuckled. 


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by angetae

You were still asleep when you felt someone tickle your feet.

“Jongdae, please don’t.” you laughed pulling them under the blanket.

“Come on Y/N! Wake up it’s already noon.” he said getting on top of you. “If you don’t I might tickle you to death.”

“Anything but that.” you laughed, burying yourself under the blankets and pillows. He lay down next to you.

“I know what will wake you up.” he said. You poked your head out to have a look and when you noticed what he’s holding you quickly turned around.

“Whaah! Y/N what are you doing?” he said rolling you over to him. “Baby, are you crying? Is that a yes then?” he smiled.


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

One day he took you to the studio which was really surprising as he liked working alone and when he asked you if you want to hear a new song he wrote, you were beyond shocked as he rarely sang to you without an occasion no matter how much you begged. He put the headphones on for you and you both smiled when your eyes met.

“I dedicate this one to you.” he said into the mic before singing.

The melody was beautiful and the song itself was about you two and by the time he finished, you were bawling your eyes out but it wasn’t over yet as he still had one question to ask.

“Y/N.” he said. “I love you. Will you marry me?”

“Soo-” was all you managed to say before you started weeping again and he took you in his arms. 

“Yes.” you mumbled.


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by kpopliciious

He was really clingy and awkward the whole day, so when you two finally got back home and he went to the balcony, you followed after him.

“What’s up with you today? You’re not being yourself. Are you hungry? Need a snickers or something?” you laughed. 

“Come here you.” he pulled you into his lap.

“I have been meaning to ask you something this whole day but never got the perfect chance but since we are here alone…”

“What are you getting at?”

“Aish, let me finish. So impatient.” he positioned you so you could see his face.

“How do I do this?” he said searching for the ring. “Ah! I lost it!”

“Yifan, your jeans pocket and I already know what you want to do and the answer is yes.” you laughed and kissed him.


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baeksilisk

He left the little box with the ring on his bedside table by accident. You could barely contain your laughter when you found it and decided to ask him about it immediately.

“Baekhyun, what’s this?”

“Oh my God!! Y/N where did you find this?” he snatched the box from your hand. 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, I had this whole evening planned out and when I asked you to marry me, you were supposed to be so shocked that -” he began blurting out all kind of excuses when you kissed him to shut him up.

“The answer is yes, you big idiot.”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by cintaozimalfoy

He was trying to be all romantic and when you two were alone on your holiday he got on his knee.

“Y/N will you marry me?” he asked.

You couldn’t believe it and just got on your knees as well and hugged him so tight and started crying.

“Aww, Jagi, don’t cry.” he said trying to contain his tears as well.

“Then why are you crying?” you chuckled.

“Don’t get me wrong. This is supposed to be a happy moment, I’m only crying because you haven’t answered me yet.” he tried lying and you just laughed to that.

“Of course it’s a yes.” you said wiping his tears away.


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by drawien

He wanted you to remember this day and planed to surprise you but when he started dancing randomly when you two were out, you just joined him.

“No no no, you can’t dance with me today.” he said stopping you.

“Why not?”

He thought for a few seconds and decided to abandon the choreo and the plan he had in mind.

“Ahh, I can’t resist you.” he said pulling you to him. 

You two got so lost in dancing with no music, so you didn’t even notice when he stopped and took your hands in his.

“I had another idea for this day but I’m sure it will be a memorable one either way.” he told you getting the ring out.

You just gasped and before saying anything, kissed him.

“Yes.” you said after pulling away. “And you were right, I will never forget this moment.”


Luhan

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

One weekend he took you on a trip to watch the night sky. When you two were laying down on the ground stargazing he pulled some kind of paper out.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“I bought you a star.” he smiled. “It’s that little one on the far right-” he started when you interrupted him.

“Are you serious?”

“Is it that unbelievable?” he laughed.

“Let me see this.” you snatched the paper out of his hand and unfolded it.

“What’s this?” you said showing him the words “Marry me” printed on it.

“Exactly what it says. Will you marry me?”

You just crumpled the paper and lowered your head down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Of course I will.” you said, finally jumping in his arms.

“You got me scared there for a second.” he laughed. “You know, I really did buy you that star…”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by xingblingmi

You came back home to the smell of something burning. You almost ran to the kitchen thinking that maybe you forgot to turn the oven off when you noticed Yixing.

“What are you doing?” you asked opening the window.

“I decided to bake you a cake.”

“Why?” you laughed.

“Just taste it.” he said handing a piece. 

You took a bite not knowing what to expect and to your surprise it was actually really tasty.

“Oh my God, this is so good!” you were about to say when you almost choked on something solid. You took the ring out of your mouth and just looked at Yixing with a judgemental expression.

“Are you serious?”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t supposed to be in the cake it was supposed to be on the plate.” he laughed but then you realized what you’re holding.

“Are you serious!?” you screamed in excitement and hugged him.

“Will you?”

“Will this be enough for an answer.” you said kissing him.


Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

He looks so good with glasses omg and that two times eyebrow rise i can’

You were on your vacation by the sea when one evening he suggested on going for a walk. Even though the weather was quite cool the sand was still warm so you took his hand.

“Are you cold?” he asked intertwining your fingers.

“Not yet.” but he still took off his jacket and put it on you. You were walking for a while, just enjoying the view when he stopped when the sun was almost set. 

“You know.” he said searching around his pockets when he realized the box is in his jacket. He hugged you, so you wouldn’t see him taking it out but you didn’t want to release him.

“You’re so warm.” and he just laughed to that.

“Well I would love to hold you like this but can you let go of me for while?”

“No.” you stated and he sighed.

“Fine.” he said still embracing you as he put the box in your hand. “Here.”

“Is that?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God. OH MY GOD!” and you hugged him even tighter.

“I guess that’s a yes.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by blondejongin

He woke you up so early it was still dark.

“Sehun what the hell?” you asked as you looked at the clock. “It’s 4 am! Are you kidding me?” you told him as you turned around to go back to sleep.

“Oh no, you’re not going back to sleep. I have to show you something.”

“Can’t this wait till morning?”

“It’s already morning.”

“Then that’s a no.” you said and closed your eyes but he picked you up, blankets and all.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you to the roof.”

“What? No. It’s cold outside, put me down.”

“That’s a no.” he said. “If it’s the cold you’re scared of then I will keep you warm.” he smirked going out of the apartment.

He sat down on one of the chairs and put you in his lap.

“You look so cute wrapped in those blankets.” he said pulling you closer to him. “Look.”

You opened your eyes and saw the sun rising.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re prettier.” he chuckled and opened the box in front of you. “Will you marry me?”

You tried turning around but the blankets restricted your movement, so the chair lost it’s balance and you both fell over. You both started laughing when you freed your hands on put them on his cheeks, squeezing them.

“Yes.” you said and kissed him.


A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions, etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

Roll The Dice

Requested: can you do one where you play love dice with one of them?

Authors Note: Contains smut, swearing, and hella bad thigh writing because I know nothing, I don’t even know why you’re reading my shit anymore like why haven’t you given up yet. 

Summary: Y/N goes over to the twins house with her friend and they play a game of love dice. 


6 sides. 2 dice. 12 possibilities.
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this just yet” you giggled nervously as your eyes darted between the two boys and your best friend.
“Oh common, it’s just a bit of fun” she nudged you as she winked cheekily. You disappear into your mind for a second as you replay the events that occurred earlier tonight.

“Common, it will be fun. You never have fun” she dismissed as she roamed through your wardrobe, throwing various shirts onto your bed. You know that she didn’t mean anything by the comment, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt when she described you in that manner. You were always the ‘safe’ one out of the two of you, but there was nothing wrong with being safe. Was there?
“I do have fun” you defend, crossing your arms across your chest.
“No you don’t. Your idea of fun is binge watching some terrible television show and then having a two-hour long conversation about the character development of the ‘bad guy’. That’s not fun, that’s just sad” she laughs. Now, you were starting to get mad.
“Just because my idea of fun doesn’t involve getting drunk out of my mind and blowing some random guy in the bar’s bathroom stall doesn’t mean it’s inferior” you snap, your chesting heaving as you tried to calm down your breathing.
“Okay, calm down there tiger, I wasn’t saying that. I’m just saying I think it would be good for you to get out of the house and try ‘my fun’” she turned, placing her hands in the air and doing those annoying hand signs.
“Fine” you huffed.
“And if you hate it and you regret every single thing you do, then we’ll never speak of it again and I will never bug you to come out with me. I promise” she smiled, holding out her hand with her pinky finger extended.
“Deal”

So, that’s why you were here. At the twin’s place, in some uncomfortably tight jeans and a plain white tee that was low cut enough to show off your black lace bra. She talked you into having a drink or two to calm down your already exploding nerves, and the next thing you know you were all playing drinking games and sitting on the ground with an empty bottle and a pair of love dice ready to sell your soul to Satan for an escape route out of here. It’s not like you didn’t think the boys were attractive, it’s just this isn’t how you imagined ‘getting to know them’.
“What happens here, stays here” Ethan murmured as he picked up the dice and started to observe the words carved into them.
“Where did you find these anyway?” Grayson chuckled, raising his eyebrow at your friend.
“The adult shop” she shrugged, like this was the normal for her.
“Okay, who’s going first” she chirped, taking a long sip from her glass of gin and tonic.
“I vote Y/N” Ethan smirked from beneath his long eye-lashes, his eyes becoming dark and lustful. Your breath hitched in your throat as you downed the rest of whatever was in your cup, and spun the empty bottle. After what felt like a century as your heart pounded against your chest, it landed on your best friend, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.
“Everyone loves a little girl on girl action” she winked at you as she handed you the dice. You shook them in your hand and threw them onto the ground.
“Suck, neck” Grayson read aloud. You swallowed the lump in your throat, as you crawled over to your friend as she leaned back against the couch, preparing herself for you. You climbed onto her lap and pushed her hair to the side swiftly as you attached your lips to her neck and started to suck. You bit down carefully on the tender skin as a fresh bruise formed underneath your touch. You heard her moan in pleasure as she gripped your waist, her nails digging into the exposed skin as she lifted the edge of your shirt slightly. You blew cold air onto the tender skin, getting out of her lap and going back to your spot as if you didn’t just give your best friend of four years a hickey. 



“That was so hot” Ethan choked as he shifted his position, tugging on his pants to make room for what you could only assume was his member hardening at the sight.
“My turn” she giggled, as she spun the bottle which landed on Ethan. She picked up the dice swiftly and threw them on the ground, not breaking the contact that her and Ethan shared.
“Lips, kiss. Simple enough” she tilted her head cockily as she stood up and walked over to Ethan as he followed her every move. She slowly lowered herself onto his lap just like you had done not only seconds ago. She grabbed a fist full of his hair and tugged him towards her lips as she crashed them against his forcefully.


 A part of you wanted to look away as they both fought for dominance, but you were intrigued by the whole thing. You desperately wanted to be as confident and as sure in yourself as she was, and you decided tonight was not the night for holding back. Tonight, you were going to be the fun and the reckless one. You were lost in your own thought that you hadn’t realised that Ethan had already spun the bottle and it landed on you. Your eyes widened in shock as he threw the dice, landing on suck and breast. You took a deep breath as you gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, placing it on the ground beside you. Your friend and both the boys looked at you in shock as you sat there in your black, lace bra, ready for Ethan to do whatever he needed to do to win this game. He paused for a second, looking at you almost as if he was asking permission as you nodded. He moved closer to you, as he gripped your waist, lifting you onto his lap as you straddled his waist, immediately feeling his already growing bulge between your thighs. You gasped at the feeling, as Ethan smirked at you devilishly, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. His fingers traced circles on your back, as they made their way up your waist and to the lining of your bra, as he pulled one side down a little bit, extremely close to your nipple as he attached his lips and started to suck. You titled your head back as a soft and delicate moan escaped your lips, your cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. Ethan looked up at you in awe at the sound, his eyes lighting up with a slight glint to them, as he bit leant back down lightly, licking on the reddened skin. He cupped the other breast and started to squeeze it slightly which drove you over the edge, as he switched sides and started to bite lightly on the exposed skin.
“Do you guys want a room” you heard your friend chuckle as you jumped off of his lap. You shifted back to your spot, spinning the bottle as it landed on Grayson. You took a deep breath, nervous as hell as you rolled the dice and refused to look at what it landed on.
“What does the question mark mean?” Grayson furrowed his eyebrows and he looked at your friend confused.
“It means that you get to choose what she does, or I do, or anyone does actually. This is normally how you win the game because you pick something that people refuse to do” she challenged, expecting me to chicken out immediately.
“Oh” you stuttered.
“Well then” Grayson laughed timidly. He met your burning gaze with uncertainty, as you smiled comfortingly in his direction.
“I have an idea. How about you ride him” she taunted at you. You felt your chest tighten as you glared at her in anger. What is she trying to do to you!
“You want her to ride my thigh?” Grayson raised his eyebrow.
“Yup. There’s a room over there isn’t there?” she continued. She looked down at you, and you know that she meant the best but you couldn’t help but feel she was being condescending. She always did things like this to separate you from her. She would always challenge you to do things she knew you wouldn’t do to almost put you down a bit, to resume her position as ‘alpha’ amongst the two of you. But not tonight.
“Okay” you said confidently, as you stood up and tapped Grayson on the shoulder, beckoning him to follow you. You heard him jump to his feet as his heavy footsteps followed you into the darkly lit bedroom. You looked around the room, as the surging confidence within you started to fade as your mind wondered off to the darkest corners of your thoughts.  
“You don’t have to do this you know” he smiled kindly as he placed his hands on the side of your face, searching your eyes to make sure you were okay. Why is everyone always wondering if you’re okay like some scared little girl?
“I wouldn’t do something I don’t want to do” you stood taller as you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him lightly onto the bed. You hadn’t done this before and you felt yourself start to tremble in fear. You stood there like an idiot, as you looked at every corner of the room to avoid looking at him.
“It’s okay Y/N” Grayson stood up, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on the side of your face, cupping it softly. He slowly leaned in and kissed you so softly as if he was afraid to break you. You felt safe in his kiss, as you laced your fingers around his neck and pulled him closer to you. He responded by tracing his tongue across your bottom lip, asking you for permission for him to enter as you tasted his tongue in your mouth. You took his bottom lip between your teeth as a deep moan vibrated through the kiss. You grabbed a fist-full of Grayson’s shirt and pulled him towards you as his chest collided with yours. He broke the kiss to remove his shirt, pulling you by your waist, starting to kiss along your jawline as you tilted your head back to give him more access. Grayson pulled the both of you towards the bed, as he sat down and held you up as he fiddled with the button to your jeans. You helped him and pulled them off, leaving you still in your bra and matching lace underwear.
“Oh fuck me” Grayson gasped at the sight of you, as he mentally groaned at the torture of seeing you standing in front of him and not acting on it. You slowly lowered yourself onto his thick thigh as he ran his hands through your hair, kissing you as you started to grind against the rough fabric of his denim jeans. You didn’t think it would have an effect, but once your clit rubbed against the harsh material, you knew you’d be cumming in no time. Grayson’s hand wondered to your back as he unclasped your bra and threw it to the ground abruptly. He stared at your chest with pure joy like a kid at Christmas time as he took one of your nipples in-between his teeth and carefully sucked. You moaned so loudly, that you were terrified Ethan and your friend would hear you, but you didn’t care as Grayson’s other hand slipped into your underwear and started to rub up and down your heat. 


“God you’re so wet for me” he stuttered as he kissed you again, the harder you rode his thigh, the closer you came to climaxing. You started to palm Grayson with one hand through his jeans as the other gripped his shoulder for support as you grinded against him so hard you knew you’d be walking funny tomorrow. Finally, you felt your stomach tighten with a knot, as it released immediately as you climaxed all over Grayson’s thigh. He kissed you as you were cumming, and gripped your hips tightly, as you were sure you’d have bruises there tomorrow.
“That was so fucking hot” he choked, inserting his finger into your already sensitive core and withdrawing them immediately, sucking on his fingers to taste you.
“Do you want to go back out and keep playing” you panted, as you tried to stand up, but your knees were weak and you fell right back into Grayson.
“I have a better idea” he winked as he threw you onto the bed and climbed onto you.
This was going to be a night you’ll never forget

Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said:
Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

Bubbles (Markiplier x FemReader) fluffy short

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine - beaut ))

(A/n): amazing

Summary: teasing

Warnings: swearing and suchhh

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“You need to like tone it down, three notches.”

“Why?”

“Because you do–”

“Not my fault you can’t say stuff.”

(Y/n) huffed impatiently with her boyfriend. Only three minutes ago did they both find out that (Y/n) saying ‘Bubble Gum’ was nearly impossible. She just happened to mess up, in one way or another, every time.

Someone, thought this was utterly adorable.

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ishipallthings  asked:

stevetony - "I didn't know how I felt until...", with a happy ending if you have the time for it *hugs*

I always have time for you, darling <3 I’m doing AA verse here because it suited it better, okay?


“He’s not coming”

Steve knew those three words, he could hear them crystal clear especially in the dead silence it followed, but he couldn’t understand them.

“He’s back though,” he said, staring at Sam and brows crinkling in a frown, “Strange confirmed that he got him out. What - what’s the problem? Is something wrong?”

Strange had forbidden them from going to the Kamar Taj and they had camped out in the Tower till they got a signal from him - a plan nobody on the team had liked. Thor had gone into a furious rant about teammates and them having every right to be there before Natasha had taken him outside. Clint had gone quiet, adjusting his bow with a clenched jaw while Scott leaned against him firmly, shoulder to shoulder.

Steve had agreed. He had hated it but he had agreed. There was a voice in his head that suggested that he would have agreed to anything at that point if it meant bringing Tony back to this dimension and home.

They had searched for him, tried to go through every way possible to solve the problem of bringing Tony back from his isolation over the past nine months but nothing had worked till Tony himself had found a way.

Strange had been their main point in this operation and he had cut off all technology and communication from Tony to focus his magic. Steve still heard and remembered the last words he had heard from Tony three days ago.

I’m never leaving home again, okay? Not going out anywhere for at least a week. A week isn’t never, I know Clint, shut up. But I just - I’m staying, alright Cap? Just home.

Steve had recorded it in his mind. Every syllable, every pause and hitch. He could hear it now, running on a loop in his mind. Tony was coming home. He was staying.

And now Sam said that he wasn’t.

“Did the plan not work?” he asked, knowing that they could figure it out. It didn’t matter, plans failed, people made mistakes and he was going to cry at night when nobody saw but it was okay; they would find a better way.

Sam’s eyes shifted, flicking to a blank-faced Natasha and back to Steve, a nervous tell that he hadn’t outgrown even though he wasn’t 17 anymore.

“The plan worked,” he said, taking a breath, “but Tony - he’s not coming.”

“What -”

“He chose not to come,” Sam blurted, too loud and too heavy before he swallowed a word, some word, “He said he won’t come back, Cap.”

Steve had once drowned, felt water choke the air out of his lungs and sound out of his ears. He had once let water freeze into ice and ice freeze over his time. It had been gradual, slow and torturous, painful in every inch but Steve had done that. He had once died. It had been slow.

He wondered if this was a quicker version of that.

“What does that mean?” he heard Clint ask, anger and confusion bleeding into the archer’s voice, “What the hell does that even mean?”

“Strange did what he was supposed to do,” Sam explained, shoulders drooping in exhaustion, “Tony was supposed to skip through three dimensions before he could get here and Strange helped him do that. But something happened, something happened in the third dimension and Strange cannot bring him here. Because Tony terminated the link from his end.”

“He needs us then,” Thor spoke up, eyes determined even as his fists were clenched, “He must be in trouble.”

“That’s the thing,” Sam looked like he wanted to look anywhere other than at Steve, “Tony told Strange he won’t come back before he terminated the link. It’s not - I heard the recording, Cap. He knew what he was saying. He knew what he was doing.”

“He still in trouble,” Hulk said, a scowl on his face, “He never asks for help.”

“Guys - he,” Sam sagged and took a shaky breath.

“He said he doesn’t want to come back,” he said quietly, “And he meant it.”

Steve knew that he should say something, ask something, do something. The team had begun shouting, arguments and anger pouring out to hide fear and despair. He knew that he should stop them.

He simply stood up and walked out, something freezing within him with every step.

-x-x-x-

It took three weeks before Steve broke.

He had come back from the gym and entered his room when he sensed the presence of someone. His fists clenched and he was ready when he heard it.

“Not switching on the lights yet?”

Steve had never told anyone but there had been something worse than freezing under ice. Something worse than feeling cold creep up into your body. It had been the feeling of the ice breaking. The mild stirrings of awakening that came with a rush of awareness that he was trapped, he was in a mass of ice, he was alive and trapped again.

He felt the ice of three weeks crack at the voice that haunted his mind and Steve felt his knees buckle.

Tony,” he whispered, hating this, hating the hallucinations that had begun, the reminders of nothing and everything.

“Hey, Cap,” the voice said again and Steve didn’t fall, didn’t break but he slid down to the floor, his shoulder leaning against the nearest wall till his ass hit the ground. His knee connected with the dresser near by and a sharp noise echoed in the room but Steve didn’t care. He couldn’t care about anything more.

He was losing his mind and the ice was breaking inch by inch, making him feel something he had refused to feel for nine months and three weeks.

Alive. It was the most painful thing to happen to him.

“Cap?” the voice, Tony’s voice asked, concern seeping into it, “What was that - JARVIS? Lights to full!”

Lights bathed into the room and Steve buried his head in his hands, shutting his eyes, keeping them closed against this hallucination that was determined to make him face a reality he didn’t want. A reality where what he wanted wasn’t there and he would have to accept that. Understand that.

“Cap?” the voice came closer, footsteps against the carpet, “Oh shit, Steve? Steve, it’s okay. Breathe. It’s okay, you’re okay. Come on, sweetheart, breathe -”

Steve couldn’t hold back the choked noise at the endearment because now he knew it was a hallucination, a cruel taunt to a broken dream.

“Shit, shit, sorry,” the voice cursed and became softer, closer, “I’m sorry, Steve, it’s okay, alright? I’m not going to do anything, okay? I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving here. I’m just going to sit here and breathe with you, okay? Just sitting here. I’m staying.”

Something snapped in Steve when he heard those words, the words Tony had said before he had lost everything. His eyes flew open, wild and furious but he stilled when they met the sight before him.

Tony crouched in front of him, sitting on his haunches, eyes concerned and dark circles under them. His hair was unkempt and he wore a ratty old t-shirt that had a small tear on the sleeve. His goatee was shabby and face tired.

But Steve had eyes only for Tony’s eyes. The eyes that were staring at him, brown and concerned and Tony.

“Who are you?” he asked, trying to swallow his panic as his mind raced through possibilities, “Who are you?!”

Tony’s face fell but then his eyes turned thoughtful and a realization dawned on his face, horrifying and crippling in its wake.

“Steve. it’s me,” Tony spoke, his voice shaking but insistent, “It’s me, me. I’m Tony, I’m not - I’m not a - JARVIS, scan me, now!”

“Scan confirmed,” JARVIS spoke up, “Identification: Anthony Stark.”

“Which universe?” Tony asked with his eyes fixed on Steve’s.

“Origin: Earth 12041,” JARVIS declared, “Born on May 29, 1981 in Manhattan. Parents: Howard Stark and Maria Stark (nee) Carbonell. Current designation: CEO of Stark Industries and Iron Man, Co-Captain of Avengers.”

“Other identifications”

“Main indicator and identification: Arc reactor model 2kve43. Eye scan confirmed. Other marks of identification detected: Scar from surgery of 2008, birthmark -”

“Stop,” Steve commanded, taking a shuddering breath before he repeated softer, “Stop.”

Tony stayed silent and Steve tried to get his breathing under control.

“How?” he asked when finally he was sure that he could speak without crumbling.

“Strange,” Tony shrugged, looking a little sheepish as he crossed his legs and settled down better, “I could open the link from there, with the Strange of that dimension and he contacted our Strange, It was all very Strange but - yeah.”

That dimension?”

Tony’s face tightened and he sighed as he nodded.

“Yeah, Earth - 616,” he said, eyes dropping to his hands that lay linked over his knees, “It was - different.”

“You liked it better there,” Steve spoke up before he could rein in the words, bitter and angry and hurt.

Tony laughed, a broken sound that made Steve’s gut churn.

“I hated it there,” he said, looking up with a wry smile, “It was the worst kind of world I could imagine.”

“Why?”

“They,” Tony took a deep breath and shook his head, “they were one hell of a messed up group there. Everybody. All they did anymore was fight each other. Kill each other.”

“Kill?” Steve frowned and Tony let out a bitter laugh, something he never did when he was here.

“Oh yeah, you killed me,” he said casually before pausing, “Almost twice, actually.”

Steve felt his head spin and heart plummet. Something must have shown on his face because Tony winced and shook his head.

“No, just - it wasn’t you really,” he blew out a breath and shuffled till he could sit beside Steve, back to the wall, “There was this cube, a Cosmic Cube. It - changed you. Changed the parts nobody should have changed. Your mind, your heart. You.”

“And I - this other me, Rogers? He killed you  -,” Steve let out a frustrated breath, “- Stark because of that?

Tony nodded slowly before launching into the tale. Steve stayed silent as he heard about a Civil War, two Civil Wars. Tony’s coma, an AI, Steve turned out to be Hydra, Steve destroying Tony’s AI, killing Natasha, trying to destroy Stark’s body.”

“And that’s where I entered,” Tony said, a stutter in his breath, “God, can I just say how much I hated him? I never thought I could hate anyone with your face, anyone who was you, but God, I hated him.”

“Why’d you stay?” Steve asked quietly, preserving the silence around them for a moment.

“Because,” Tony sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Because you needed me. He needed me.”

We needed you,” Steve shot back, low and bitter and hurt but quiet.

“You had me,” Tony said and Steve looked at him finally, watching him smile sadly back at him, “You always had me, Cap. For all the nine months I wasn’t here, you had me. I wasn’t here but you never really let me go. You always had me.”

“Tony -”

“Rogers had nobody,” Tony laughed, sad and broken and regretful for a man who had killed his counterpart, “He had nobody and he didn’t even know it. He’d lost everything, destroyed everything with his own hands and he didn’t stop because he didn’t know to stop.”

“You hated him,” Steve reminded and Tony met his eyes head-on, intense and open, a heady mix of truth and something undefined.

“I did. I do. But he loved him,” he said, “Stark loved him. And I couldn’t - I couldn’t let his Rogers kills himself with this madness. I hated him but I knew, I knew that he was still somebody’s Steve. And ..”

“And?” Steve prompted, wondering about the bubble they were in, where something was solidifying even as things were fragile.

“And I knew that no Stark would want to be in a world without a Steve,” he said, too quiet, too raw, “I couldn’t let him wake up to the world like that. Not after having lived in such a world myself for nine months.”

“Tony?” Steve felt his eyes burn but Tony simply smiled, shuffling closer and placing a hand on Steve’s clenched one over the knee.

“I always wanted to come home, Cap,” he confessed, soothing even as Steve burnt, “This world, you are my home. I missed you. More than I could miss anything, anybody. And I thought that was because you’re my friend. Because that’s all it was.”

“But,” he leaned in and cupped Steve’s cheek slowly with a shaking hand, “I didn’t know what I felt till I saw what they had lost. I can’t - I couldn’t leave because I couldn’t let you break there. I couldn’t come back because I needed to bring him back. I needed to bring him back for myself. For Stark.”

“Why?” Steve whispered, leaning into Tony’s hand and trying to hold back his tears.

“Don’t you know by now?” Tony grinned, slow and painful and relieved. A ray of sunlight piercing through the cold. “Because Tony Stark is always in love with Steve Rogers, through every dimension and world. Because every Tony needs a Steve, a home to come back to. No matter how broken or different, every Tony needs his home. His Cap.”

Steve broke then and Tony caught him, he caught him like he always did, like every Tony of every universe did.

He caught him and reeled him in, to warmth, to himself.

He brought him back home.

The ice cracked and Steve found his breath again against Tony’s breath.

The Guy Upstairs

Word Count:2,588 

Warning: Smut 

A/N: a nice smut story with a little bit of aggressive Jin. Again! Big shout out to bangtans-baby for the quick edit!^^


 You tapped your pencil against your notebook in an annoyed manner. You knew in college, partying was second nature. But what you didn’t understand is how someone could have a party every week. How and when did their school work get done? This was the problem you were having with your upstairs neighbor, Jin. Over and over, you had asked him to keep the noise down but he continued to neglect your feelings. And this wasn’t one of those parties’s where people invite friends over for a small gathering but a P-A-R-T-Y! Where there is liquor and loud music involved. Students become sloppy drunk and no longer care about their surroundings or the people around them. They puke and fall down everywhere, not to mention the aftermath of cleaning up the mess. 

A loud thud followed by cheering interrupted you from your thoughts. You threw the comforter off of you in a huff and changed into sweatpants. You grabbed your keys and left out of the front door. Before you could take a step, a guy spouted vomit over the hallway floor and himself. This was the shit you were talking about, the negligence. Who was gonna clean this up once the party was over? It wasn’t like you stayed in the dorms and have janitors tidy up the place. You, Jin, and another guy on the third floor stayed in an apartment building and paid a quarter of the rent. The rest was funded by the school. The best part was that you had your own apartment to yourself, complete privacy. 

No roommates, no RA, no school staff to bother you. It sounded like heaven on earth that is, until you found out your neighbor was a party animal. And when he wasn’t partying, he was fucking his extremely vocal girlfriend. The sounds of their lovemaking was so loud and vivid, they could of been fucking right next to her. You stomped up the stairs. His apartment door was wide open, people stumbling in and out. After wandering around, you found Jin in the kitchen with some friends and his girlfriend. He looked buzzed but alert. When he spotted you walking towards him, he smiled. 

“Look who finally came to party.”

 "Can I have a word with you?“ You spoke, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. Jin pulled you into his bedroom which, surprisingly, was neat and clean. He closed the door behind you, shutting out the rest of the party. 

"So what’s up?" 

You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "You promised me the last time that you would keep the noise and bumping down to a minimum. I know we are neighbors and we have to deal with each other until one of us moves out but could you at least show some compassion? I’m trying to study for an exam coming up in a few days but your parties are distracting. If I wanted to study or do homework in the privacy of my own home, I should be able to do that without being disturbed." 

Jin looked at you sympathetically. "I apologize. I’ve had a tough week with school and I wanted to relax with some friends. I swear, we will try to keep it down next time." 

"You said that last time, Jin!" 

"And I mean it this time.” He countered. You scoffed and walked passed him but before you could leave out the room, he spoke again. “You’re always so uptight. I’m here if you ever want to relieve that stress." 

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your apartment, slamming the door once you made it inside. That night, you slept with a pillow over your head until the party died down at 4:30 that morning. You awoke mid-afternoon and dress for class. You heard noises in the hallway but didn’t pay much attention to it until you stepped outside your door. Four guys were thoroughly cleaning from top to bottom. They were washing the walls, sweeping, mopping, and dusting off the banister. Soon there wouldn’t be a trace of a party ever occurring. You were really impressed. 

"Excuse me but why are you doing this?” You asked one of the boys. 

“Jin paid us to clean his apartment and the hallway." 

"Oh… okay. Well thank you, you guys are doing a great job." 

You left and returned a couple hours later to find Jin waiting at your door. "What are you doing here?” You questioned, earning a chuckle from him. 

“I live here too.” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“I meant what are you doing at my door?" 

"I was hoping if you would let me take you to lunch. There was something I wanted to talk to you about." 

You looked in his face to see if he was joking. You and Jin never associated with one another outside of the apartment building. But it’s wasn’t "drunk Jin” or “silly Jin” only a guy with a serious look on his face. 

You found yourself at the local diner sitting across from Jin. You two had ordered a simple burgers, fries, and coke and were waiting on the waiter to bring it to the table. He was the first to speak and break the silence. 

“Thanks for joining me today. I know this may seem a little sudden." 

 "That’s okay but I’m curious to know what you wanted to talk about." 

"First, I would like to apologize about the loud noise coming from my place every weekend. It was selfish of me to ignore your feelings and disrespectful of me not to let you know what is going on. So I’m coming to you like a man and letting you know that from now on, I promise not to make a sound.” The last thing you expected was for him to apologize and it caught you off guard. 

“Second, I promise to clean up after each party. You don’t have worry when you step outside your door." 

 You took a sip of your drink and cleared your throat. "Thank you for understanding, it really means a lot. I’ll try not to bitch at you so much if that helps." 

"It does,” Jin smiled. You both shared a laugh before lifting your glasses for a toast. “To neighbors…" 

"To neighbors!" 

~~~ 

The pillow was pressed against your ears, trying to drown out the sounds. It had been two weeks since Jin had taken you to lunch and promised to keep the noise down. But as of that moment, he was upstairs fucking his annoyingly loud girlfriend. Not to mention the bed was bumping against the wall. The day before, he had threw another party. It was so chaotic that drunk people were trying to enter in to your apartment. You should have known better than to trust a word that came out of his mouth. Jin will always be an inconsiderate jerk who only cared about himself. You were over it. 

The next day, you stormed up the stairs banging hard on his door until he opened it. A sleepy head Jin emerged from the other side of the door. His hair was unkempt and he was shirtless. You figured he would still in bed, after all, he did have a long night. Jin rubbed his eyes trying to focus on you. 

"What’s up?” His deep raspy voice asked. Your breath hitched in your throat as you lost your train of thought. 

“We need to talk.” You pushed past him and entered his home, waiting on him to lock up. What you needed to say was unpleasant and you didn’t want your other neighbor to hear. It’s suddenly dawned on you that his girlfriend could still be there. You didn’t ask before you came barging in and it made you somewhat uncomfortable. 

“She’s not here.” Jin spoke. He caught you looking around, trying not to be obvious but you failed. It’s actually surprised you when you heard his voice again. You weren’t aware that he was watching your every move. 

“Oh… well that’s good,” you tried to play it off by flipping your hair in disinterest. “I didn’t want your girlfriend to think something was going on between us." 

Jin uncrossed his arms and walked closer to you. "She’s not my girlfriend.” He whispered in your ear before walking into the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and you took the time to take a breath. Your heart was pounding and you didn’t know why but you were also nervous. This was the second time you were alone with Jin but this time you were in his house and it was just the two of you. It didn’t help that you were wearing tight short shorts and a loose sleeveless shirt, while he just paraded around in just pajama pants. 

“So what did you want to talk about?" 

You turned around and found Jin still topless, drying his face and hair with a towel. Your eyes drifted down to his abs that flexed every time he moved his arms. When your gaze returned to his face, the end of his lip was curled in a smirk. You placed your hands on your hips to show him that you meant business. 

"We sat at lunch and you promised me that you weren’t going to be noisy." 

"When was I noisy?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "The party two days ago! It was so out of control people were trying to break in to my house! And then yesterday, your girlfriend was screaming so loud I can still hear her voice echoing in my head." 

Now it was Jin turn to cross his arms. "When a party ends, it’s up to them to find their way home. I apologize if they thought your door was home. And I told you, she is not my girlfriend. Just someone I sleep with from time to time.” 

"But they are your guests!” You screamed at him. 

“Yeah but I told you that "I” would keep down the noise. I never mentioned anything about my friends or guests.“ He stated confidently. Your eyes widen at the true nature of his words. All at once your anger boiled over. 

"You asshole! I can’t believe I trusted a single word that came out of that smart ass mouth of yours!” But Jin only laughed. 

“Now, now… I thought you promised to be less bitchy." 

"Fuck you!" 

You stormed towards the door, only to have it slammed back in your face and you being pushed up against it. Jin turned you around and leaned in close to your face. His all to familiar smirk present on his face. 

"With an attitude like yours, you make me want to. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be so uptight." 

You stared into his eyes and without thinking, your lips crushed his. Jin responded by pulling your body towards his. Your tongues met in the middle as the fight for dominance began. He gripped your hips, making you feel his present hard on. The kiss ended and his mouth latched on to the side of your neck while he fondled your breast in his palm. 

"Do you always leave out the house without a bra?” Jin whispered in your ear. He didn’t even give you time to respond back before your shirt was being lifted over your head. Immediately, he spotted a piercing on your right nipple and chuckled. “You really are a bad girl." 

Jin placed his mouth over the entire areola, flicking the piercing with his tongue. His hands worked removing your shorts until you were standing in front of him naked. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom, tossing you on his bed. 

"Wait, won’t your friend get upset that you’re fucking someone else?" 

"Why must you keep bringing her up? Is it because you are jealous after hearing me fuck her last night?” You rolled your eyes. 

“No." 

 Jin nodded and leaned his body over yours. "Good, because I plan on fucking you harder." 

He kissed down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach until your glistening pussy rested in front of his face. He placed a light kiss just above your clit and moved away. Jin stripped out of his pants and laid with his back on the bed. You questioned his movements until he pulled you on top of him with your pussy in his face and his cock in yours. Instantly you felt his tongue lapping at your clit. You gripped the base of his cock and licked up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. Placing your mouth over the tip, your head bobbed up and down as you stroked him, taking more of him in your mouth. You heard him grunting under you which only encouraged you to move faster. Jin removed his mouth to wet his index and middle finger. He used his middle finger to tease your tight ass hole before penetrating it. His index finger entered your pussy and his mouth went back to work on your clit. You were in complete bliss and could feel yourself leaking down his finger. You groan around his cock and retaliated by massaging his balls. Right away, he pushed you forward, making his cock leave your mouth. 

 "Fuck,” he groaned. “Ride me." 

He held his cock still as you hovered over him. Slowly you slid down his length, emitting a moan from both of you as he stretched you open. You leaned forward and held on to his thighs as you began rocking your hips back and forth. Jin had a clear view of your ass and his cock moving inside your pussy. You moved your hand to rub your clit, tightening yourself around him. Jin felt the difference and threw his head back, relaxing against the mattress. His hands gripped your waist as he helped you grind on him. After listening to his reaction, you turned your head to look back. 

"Cumming already?” You teased. 

“Not even close." 

Jin sat up, wrapping his arm around your waist and flipped the two of you over so that he was on top. He spread your legs wider making his cock sink further into you. You held on to the bed for dear life as he plowed into you over and over. You voice echoed off the wall and you could feel the bed moving across the floor under two bodies. You finally understood what it felt like to be vocal and you loved the feeling. You were surprised if the entire neighborhood didn’t hear your moans. That feeling at the pit of your stomach was approaching and you knew you were close. Jin did too. His finger slowly circled your clit while still pounding away made your orgasm come a little too soon. Your pussy squeezed him, refusing to let go until your orgasm died down. Jin helped you ride it out by thrusting into you harder and faster. His orgasm was not too far behind. He pulled out and nutted all over your ass and back. He fell to the side of you and the room became quiet as you both tried to catch your breath. 

"So now do you promise to keep down the noise?” You asked, sitting up to look at him. 

 Jin thought for a minute before he answered. “Nope." 

"But, why?" 

"Now that I know what you will do to me if I’m loud, I think I’m gonna throw a party every day.”

anonymous asked:

How would RFA and Saeran react if MC is the one not paying attention to them, because she's too preoccupied or upset that they were too busy for her? If this is accepted????

How can anyone not pay attention to these precious beans(for extended period of time, at least). Hope you like these ^_^

Yoosung

  • He had an important tournament in LOLOL
  • Which lasted a whole week, resulting in him completely ignoring MC
  • Needless to say, they are not pleased
  • They just want to cuddle ffs
  • Well, if he likes this damn game so much, he can date it
  • MC is not going to deal with this
  • Well, at least Yoosung’s team won
  • So he finally leaves his gaming area to share this news with MC
  • Yeah, MC is not really impressed
  • Gives him the silent treatment
  • Yoosung starts tearing up 
  • “MC, did I do something wrong?” – no answer
  • Try to guess, you game junkie
  • It took him some time to figure out why MC is upset
  • -“Oh.. honey, I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll limit my gaming! D-don’t be angry with me, please?
  • MC is determined to keep their composure but he has this irresistible puppy look his face
  • It’s impossible to stay mad at him
  • Yoosung actually doesn’t game for a whole week after that
  • Instead he does little things for MC, like cooking them dinner or giving them flowers

Zen

  • MC was drowning in work for their finals 
  • They completely shut themselves away so nothing would bother them
  • So Zen was feeling a bit lonely
  • His text messages were left unanswered, and even the selfies he sent them didn’t get any reaction
  • He knew that MC was using one of those social media blocking apps but he was still upset
  • Then he started to worry
  • “But what if something happened to them? Even if it didn’t, they still should take breaks from time to time, I should go check up on them”
  • So he goes to their house
  • MC is glad to see him but too busy to entertain guests right now
  • “Help yourself to something from the fridge, but please don’t distract me, I have an essay due tomorrow and I need to focus”
  • Zen is very understanding
  • Turns out MC’s fridge is even emptier than Zen’s so he goes out to buy groceries and he also tidies up the apartment a little bit
  • All while giving MC space to study
  • Doesn’t stay the night, otherwise the beast will come out (and distract MC from their essay)
  • He made sure that MC is fine so he’s not very upset now
  • He will definitely catch up on their attention as soon as their finals are over

Jaehee

  • She has a gazillion of cat projects to work on
  • The poor girl runs solely on coffee and energy drinks
  • Naturally, she has no time for MC
  • They don’t even see her: she leaves for work when they’re still sleeping and comes home when they’ve already gone to bed
  • So MC thinks she doesn’t care about them anymore
  • Until one day she somehow gets home from work early
  • But MC completely ignores her
  • She sighs: “I know you must be upset that I have been very busy lately but you know that I have a lot of work”
  • Well, quit your job then – snaps MC
  • Jaehee is taken aback for a moment
  • “I can’t just.. do that… or can I?”
  • Why the hell not?
  • And that’s how jealous MC made Jaehee quit the job she didn’t enjoy and use her abilities for something more rewarding

Jumin

  • He’s a very busy workaholic, and MC is quite used to that
  • But lately it’s been too much; all these business trips, countless meetings, staying late at the office late far too often
  • MC was actually starting to suspect he was having an affair
  • So MC did the most logical thing imaginable – start being distant
  • Which puzzled Jumin a great deal because to him it seemed they were being irrational
  • “Go cuddle with your cat. Or with that girl you go to see when you claim you do extra paperwork late at the office..”
  • “MC, I’m not interested in women. Except for you, I mean. Things just have been hectic at the company. I’ll make it up to you”
  • Takes a couple of unplanned days off to spend them solely with MC

Seven

  • He was having one of his “I don’t deserve to be with them. I’ll ignore them until they lose interest and leave me” episodes
  • Well, two can play that game
  • If he doesn’t want that, MC is not going to bother him
  • Seeing them grow distant, Luciel starts to regret his choices
  • Suddenly completely changes his attitude and starts being super clingy
  • Which annoys MC
  • Until he opens up about how he really feels
  • That he doesn’t deserve them and that’s why he was ignoring them but would like to be with them, if they want it too
  • How could anyone be cross with him after this sentiment?
  • MC forgives him and they make up

Saeran

  • MC was busy with work and didn’t have much to pay attention to him
  • He claims he doesn’t care
  • He does
  • Saeran needs his daily dose of MC’s attention
  • Makes sure to be in the same room with them while completely avoiding contact
  • Just like a cat
  • A lot of hugs happen after MC is done
  • He craves that bodily contact even if he says he doesn’t need it