so glad to hold this in my arms

7 times Victor Nikiforov was extremely gay for his fiance and it showed on his face

7. The “my boyfriend just made puppy eyes at me so I decided to give him my soul, my body, and the whole world” look.

6. The “this boy is so cute and perfect I want to squeeze his cute little body and kiss his face but since I can’t kiss his face I’m going to settle with squeezing his perfect body everytime I get while I scream internally” look.


4. The “I’m at the point of no return nobody save me i’ll die happily in the arms of this wonderful boy” look. 

3. This one needs a gif. The “somebody hold me right now this boy is too cute for this world too beautiful omg what’s happening what is this feeling inside of me ***It Must Be Love playing in the background***” look. 

2. The “I saw him already this morning we woke up in the same bed and everything but oh my god Yuuri there you are why did you took so long nevermind I’m so glad you are here I’m so happy to see you again run to my arms my beautiful fiance” look. 

1. The “literally dying from proud I am, how much I love this wonderful, perfect boy, how happy I am to see him triumph and how unbelievably lucky I am to be engaged to him” look. 

Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!

Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

A Lesson in Love (Creative Writing)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, we’re nearing the end of this series. I’d say there’s 4-5 parts left. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Forever grateful for your editing assistance.

Originally posted by thoranda

The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.

As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.

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You Were So Brave *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Originally posted by powerpuffqirls

Requested by Anon:  Can you do a Steve Harrington based off of when they are in the junkyard and she’s freaking out and then a demidog pushes the reader to the ground and like scratches her arm and Steve hits it off of her with the bat and carries her to the bus and takes care of her. She’s Dustin’s sister. And can you make it fluffy, please?
Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: Possible Season 2 Stranger Things spoilers, swearing - cause Dustin is a lil’ shit & Steve is Steve! 
A/N: My first Stranger Things/ Steve Harrington thing, so go easy on me guys. I have fallen in love with Harrington guy, despite not wanting to. Also, I always call Dustin, Dusty, Idk why– it’s a thing me and my sister say when walking about him– so, the reader has given Dustin that nickname. - Rosalie

You watched as the group of kids, plus Steve Harrington, for some reason, placed scrap metal against an old school bus in the old junkyard. They didn’t notice you, too preoccupied with whatever they are doing. You frowned, crossing your arms as you tried to figure out what the little shits were up to. Talking amongst themselves, Steve saying how they only have forty minutes of daylight left.

“Shit!” You hear your little brother, Dustin, mutter as he finally notices you.

“My sentiments exactly, Dusty.” You smile as you begin to walk over to the group, all dropping their scraps and trying to act ‘casual’ and ‘normal’. “I have three simple questions,” you hold up your left hand displaying three fingers to your little brother who sighs with annoyance. “One, what the fuck did you do to Mews? Two, why are you suddenly hanging around with Steve Harrington of all people? And Three, what the shit are you doing in the junkyard?” You crossed your arms, staring directly at your brother who struggled to find the answers to all of those questions, you raised an eyebrow.

Dustin sighed with slight frustration. “Okay, listen. You’re my older sister and I love you, but can I be interrogated after I’m done here?” He asked also raising an eyebrow, you shake your head. “We’re about to fight Demogorgon that I kept as a pet, not realising it was one; it ate Mews. No one answered my Code Red, got Steve because he’s a badass with a baseball bat, plus fortifying this place and you’re here wasting our precious time.” He breathed finally, placing his hands on his hips for emphasis.

You sighed softly and uncrossed your arms, looking at your brother and his friend Lucas. “I know you two have been through a lot, especially after last year, I get it. But, Dusty, you gotta stop with this Demo-whatever-bullshit.” He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, “So, what, I’m expected to believe that a dimensional demon killed our cat?” He nods at you, curls falling in front of his face as you sigh and look expectantly at Steve Harrington, “And you’re going along with their silly games?”  

“They’re telling the truth,” Steve shrugs, holding a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

“Alright, fine. I’m staying, prove me wrong, little brother.” Dustin just smiles and nods, leading you towards the school bus that they had all fortified for the ‘fight’.


You sat against the window, peeking out beside Dustin and Steve. It had just gotten dark and the junkyard looked eerily scary at this time of night, a light fog swept across the ground and the cars creaked against the soft winter wind. You huffed out of boredom, raising your eyebrows as you saw no Demogorgon appear. Dustin had tried to explain the ‘real’ events that happened last year, you tried to believe it, you really did but it was just too ridiculous to believe.

“Since when does Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, hang out with kids?” You whispered to Steve, smiling as he chuckled.

He sighed softly. “Honestly, your brother can be very demanding.” You nodded in agreement, “He’s not lying, by the way. Wish he was, wish I didn’t see it but it happened, all of it.” You frowned slightly, nodding slowly at his words. “Besides didn’t you hear? Billy Hargrove is the new king.” He rolls his brown eyes, his voice mixed with annoyance at the new guy.

Before you can say anything. “Ten O’clock,” Lucas shouts, you all rush to look out of the window. Squinting through the fog to see it, you chuckle inwardly at the shadow of the Demogorgon… a dog. It’s a dog, you roll your eyes.

“It’s just a dog.” You mutter, the sounds it makes sounds as though it is sick or something, you look at Dustin who is talking to Steve about why it isn’t going to the meat. “It’s sick, probably a stray. I don’t see the big deal,” you stand up and instantly Dustin is trying to block your way. “Dusty, I tried to listen to you and I even gave you the benefit of the doubt but I will not be made a fool of.” You push past him and open the doors, stepping outside.

It seems a lot darker when you step out of the bus, a lot colder too. A chill shivers down your spine as you walk towards the dog, the noises or growls, whatever sounds it makes, are louder and terrifying. You stop walking and the fog clears a little, you gasp softly once you see the dog up close. It’s furless and skinny, a black and yellowish, hints of green colour to it. The face, if you could even call it that, was something from a nightmare.

You step backwards, your back hitting something hard, yet soft. “Don’t move.” It’s Steve, you want to laugh because you’re literally frozen in place. “That’s some ugly dog.” Steve tries to mutter a joke, only he can feel you shaking in fear as you stare at the thing before you. You can hear someone yell at Steve, only you can’t hear them, your focus trained on the monster in front as it stalks silently towards you both.

Steve pushes you out of the way as two more pounce from behind; you fall to the floor just a few feet away from the bus. You sit up, instantly regretting it because the blood rushes to your head makes you dizzy. You hear Dustin, Lucas and Max, all yelling at you and you turn just in time to see a demogorgon jump at you. The little strength you have you manage to roll and face it, pushing your hands out to stop it from fully jumping on you. It feels disgusting as it looks, slimy and sticky, you scream slightly as it’s face opens up. Rows, upon rows, of sharp teeth stare directly back at you.

You’re too distracted to feel the claw of its foot scratch your shoulder and collarbone, you try to push it off as it’s saliva dripped down onto your face. You see Steve run up and swing the bat, hitting the demogorgon on the head, sweeping it off of you. He leans down and helps pull you up, wrapping an arm around your waist and essentially carrying you back towards the bus where the kids are waiting for you. You both fall into the bus, Lucas and Max shutting the doors before the monsters get in.

Your heart is racing in your chest, you can hear the blood thumping around your body as well as the demogorgons outside, trying to get in and kill you. You feel the bus rattle with every push they make, you can hear the growls and snarls through the metal. You can’t seem to breathe, the pain in your shoulder becomes slightly unbearable too now that the adrenaline is wearing thin.

“Y/N, hey, it’s okay.” A voice startles you and a hand is pressed against your good shoulder, your eyes fly to dark brown ones that are comforting and safe. “They’re gone now, okay?” Steve’s voice is soft and calm. “We gotta get you back somewhere safe, you got a nasty cut.” Your breathing begins to even out, you follow Steve’s breathing unintentionally.

“Where’re the kids? Where’s my brother?” You ask frantically, trying to see around Steve’s body but the pain in your shoulder stops you and you hiss in agony.

Steve presses a hand against the cut, numbing it slightly. “They’re just outside, waiting for us. The demogorgons ran off, being called someplace else. We have to get going, can you stand up?” He asks, you nod.

You slowly push yourself up, facing Steve he smiles encouragingly at you. You start to see black spots in your vision, frowning slightly as the world becomes dark around you. The last thing you see is Steve’s concerned brown eyes and him calling your name, plus your little brothers.


“Y/N, wake up!” Your eyes blink open, straining against the dim light. “Heyyy, there she is.” Steve leaning over you, smiling slightly down at you, he helps you sit up and you don’t recognise the room you are in. “We’re at the Byers, we ran into them on the way back.” He mentions, sitting on the bed beside you.

“Is everyone okay?”

Steve smiles softly and nods. “Most, Bob Newby… unfortunately didn’t make it. Will… there’s a lot going on with that kid, that’s for sure.” You nod slightly, your shoulder feeling tender and you see it’s all bandaged up neatly. “I did the best I could, I’m used to minor injuries.” Steve shrugs and you smile.

“Thank you,” you mutter. “For just about everything today, if I wasn’t so dumb I wouldn’t have gotten in the way.”

“What you did wasn’t dumb, dangerous? Yes, but dumb? No way. I should’ve gotten to you quicker, would’ve saved you from a scratched up arm!” Steve sighs, his voice holding an air of defeat like it was his fault you got hurt tonight.

Shaking your head, you sit forward closer to him. “No, don’t do that. It could’ve been a lot worse if you weren’t there, I’m glad you were there. Protecting my brother, the kids and me, okay? You were so brave, really, Steve. I don’t even want to think what could’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You tell him sincerely, he nods looking at you, staring at you intensely.

A comforting silence surrounds you both, you only just now realise how close you are sitting next to one another. You watch as Steve’s eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, you breathe hitches slightly at the thought of him kissing you. You never gave thought to Steve Harrington, he was just Nancy’s boyfriend, your friend’s boyfriend but now… there was something different. You couldn’t place your finger on the feeling but there was something happening.

“You’re awake!” A voice startles you, you throw yourself back and muffle the slight groan of pain your feel and glance to the doorway where your brother is stood grinning like the idiot he is. “Was I interrupting something?” He asked, a mischievous grin coming upon his face and you shake your head, watching as Steve stands up.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Steve mutters and walks to the door, turning to see Dustin sit where he did. He catches your eye, you smile slightly before going back to listening to your brother explain everything you had missed. He sighs silently to himself, shutting the door and leaning against it. “What the fuck!”

(I didn’t know how to end it, so hopefully, this is good enough for you anon? You didn’t specify an ending. Room for a part two lol I have like 20 Steve requests, thank you to everyone who sent them in. - Rosalie)

I crave you in the most innocent way a human being can crave another,
I crave for you to think of me as the one that you want to bother,
I crave to give you a kiss on the forehead,
For you to ask me to give you one the lips instead,

I crave to wish you good night,
That way in the morning you’ll be the first thing in my sight,
I crave to tell you that I adore you when you feel bad,
I crave to make you feel glad,

I crave to hold you in my arms,
I crave to protect you from all forms of harm,
I crave to see you look at me,
To feel like that moment lasted for an infinity,

I crave for you to smile at me,
So that I know that you’re happy,
I crave to watch the stars with you,
Until the sky turns into a light blue,

I crave you,
I don’t want to crave anyone new,
Please promise me that you feel this way too,
Because right now I can’t imagine my life without you

—  the way I crave you. | a.c
Jealousy (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: Billy has never felt this kind of jealousy until he met you.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Setting: The Harrington Home, Billy’s Car.

Request: Question lovely, could you possibly do a jealous Billy Hargrove fic?

Warnings: Cursing, Jealous!Billy, Possessive!Billy, Slight insecure Billy, Almost a fight.

Note:I do not agree with Billy’s personality and behavior this is simply my interpretation on his character and am having fun writing. NO GIFS USED THROUGHOUT THE STORY ARE MINE.

Author: Heather ( Owner Of Account (: )

Requests are open! Don’t be shy to message me or ask anonymously. :)

Word Count: 1115

Originally posted by montgomery-dacre

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Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!

Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 1

Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

requested by: anonymous

A/N: For the sake of this imagine, Polly was a one time thing for Jason and that’s why Polly was so upset, because she wanted more. Also, shoutout to @yourstrulysquid for finding this gif for me. You are a lifesaver!! This imagine went in a totally crazy direction, that could lead to a part two?!? maybe? also it’s more sad than fluffy, BUT if people do want a second part, best believe it will be fluffy as hell. love ya, xx aubree

warnings: running away, angst.

word count: 1,071

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A one armed Gurkha is more dangerous than 200 Japanese soldiers.

In May of 1945, World War II companies B and C of the 4th and 8th Gurkha rifles found themselves in the unenviable position of being surrounding by Japanese forces in Burma.  On the night of May 12th, Havildar Lachhiman Gurung was stationed with two other soldiers in an outpost guarding his company’s position when suddenly he was assaulted by 200 Japanese soldiers.  The Japanese began by throwing grenades at his foxhole, badly wounding his two comrades.  Gurung grabbed the live grenades and chucked them back at the enemy.  One exploded in his hand, blowing off his arm and blinding him in his right eye.  Undeterred by the grievous wound, Gurung held his ground and continued to fight.  With his left hand, he managed to work the bolt of his Lee Enfield rifle, gunning down the enemy by shooting the rifle with one hand. Often he would hide, then surprise the enemy when they closed in on his position, shooting them at point blank range.  For four hours Gurung fought.  According to soldiers of his company a mere 100 yards away (who were also under attack) he could be heard shouting, “Come and fight a Gurkha!” When Gurung was finally relieved, he was found surrounded by 31 dead enemy soldiers.  Recalling the incident, Gurung states,

“I had to fight because there was no other way. I felt I was going to die anyway, so I might as have died standing on my feet. All I knew was that I had to go on and hold them back. I am glad that I helped the other soldiers in my platoon, but they would have all done the same thing.”

For gallantry and bravery, Gurung was awarded the Victoria Cross, the highest honor given by British and Commonwealth Forces. Despite losing an arm, Gurung refused to leave the service, and continued to serve with his unit until the end of the war.

After the war Gurung moved to the UK where he became a farmer.  In 2008 the British Government refused the immigration requests of 2,000 Gurkha soldiers who had served in the British Army, many of whom were veterans of the Falklands War and the Gulf War, citing that they had "failed to demonstrate strong ties to the UK”. Gurung became the main spokesman for Gurkha rights, helping convince a high court that the law was unjust in 2009.

Lachhiman Gurung passed away in 2010, leaving behind a wife and 5 children, one of whom is an officer in the 8th Gurkha Rifles.

That Was.. Wow

Requested: No

Word Count: 1637

Summary: Steve stopped talking to you after he started dating Nancy. Now he’s back in your life.

Steve Harrington. The one and only person who understood all of your problems at school within the last year. To be fair, it wasn’t Steve’s fault that these things happened. SATs in junior year are bound to stress anyone out. But it was his fault that he distanced himself from you.

Math class, senior year. You had started the year assuming that everything would be a breeze. After all, Will was safe, everything was seemingly back to normal. You were quite happy with your life. You weren’t head cheerleader or anything, but you were popular enough that people could recognize you in the halls and out in public. Former ‘King Steve’ sat right next to you in math. The same King Steve that had dropped you for Nancy.

To be fair, you’re still good friends with Nance. Even after her breakup with Steve, you two remained close, partly because Steve shut you out, but mostly because Nancy Wheeler is one hell of a good friend. She had always been there for you in the past, so it was only fair that you were there for her.

Even when she started dating Jonathan a few weeks after she dumped Steve. Which left the boy heartbroken yet again. Only this time, Steve wanted to talk to you about what had happened.

Which is why you’re currently sitting next to him on the hood of his car in the middle of the night, out in the middle of nowhere, gazing up at the stars. Wearing his jacket.

“It’s just, I thought she really loved me. I thought she was the one, Y/N.” Steve said quietly, as if there was someone other than you that would hear him in this rare moment of weakness.

“Look, Harrington. I know this doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I think you’re an amazing guy and Nance was lucky to have you.” You said, matching his quiet tone.

Steve looked at you, causing you to look over at him as well. You expected to see sadness shining in his eyes, but instead you were met with wonder and interest. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe you thought of him that way. You smiled softly, nudging his side gently.

“You’re a catch, Steve Harrington.” You said, laughing slightly.

“That means a lot coming from you, Y/N. You’re the Queen of Hawkins High.” Steve said simply, smiling as if you’d just told him he’d won a million dollars.

“Me? The queen of Hawkins? No way, Harrington. You’re crazy.” You replied, laughing. There was no way that people actually held you that high in their heads. You were lying to Billy when you had said that.

“I’m just glad you’re here with me instead of being somewhere on a date with Billy.” Steve said, his voice becoming quiet once more, “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“He’s an asshole and a total flirt, Steve.” You said, sighing, “Do you honestly think I’d go for someone like that?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve said, nodding as he looked back up at the sky, “Do you still think I’m an asshole like you did last year?”

“No.” You said simply. It was a brief and quick answer, but it was true.

Steve had changed. He was no longer the flirt of the school, or a heartless asshole. He babysits the young boys of the party. Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, they all love him. Dustin especially.

Steve had taken Dustin under his wing, and Dustin had immediately accepted Steve as his older brother/father figure in a way. He helped him with demodogs as well as the Snowball. He had even given Dustin tips on how to do his hair. It was adorable.

Steve Harrington had an interesting personality. He was hard to read at times, but at other times, he was an open book. His eyes showed so much emotion when he truly cared deeply about something.

Which is why when you see the way his eyes light up when you answer his question, your heart skips a beat or two.

Wait, when did your heart start doing that flippy over thing when Steve looked at you?

You look away from Steve and back at the sky, trying to fight the heat rising to your cheeks. It is November, so you could blame it on the cold weather, but Steve would see right through that facade.

“You know, Y/N, I never thanked you for what you did.” Steve broke the silence, glancing at you for a brief moment.

“Stay away from my kids.” You said, glaring daggers into Billy, “And stay the hell away from Steve.”

“Oh, now Harrington has to have his little girlfriend stand up for him? Did Nancy Wheeler really knock him that far away from his throne?” Billy spat, crossing his arms.

“Steve was never on the throne.” You said, crossing your arms in return, “I was, and I still am. You don’t run this school, Hargrove. I do. Stay the hell away from all of us, or it won’t be just your pretty little car that gets hurt next time.”

“It was nothing.” You replied quietly, pulling Steve’s jacket closer to your body, “He tried to kill the kids, and he beat the shit out of you. I couldn’t let him get away with that.”

Steve nodded, smiling softly, thinking about how he had shown up at your door, his face a bloody mess after Billy had gotten to him.

You opened the door, only to be met with a bruised and bloody Steve Harrington.

“Steve, what the fuck happened?” You asked, quickly pulling him inside and dragging him to the bathroom.

“Oh, you know, just me being clumsy.” Steve said, laughing slightly before wincing at the pain in his side.

You frowned, sitting him down on the side of the bathtub, rushing to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet.

“I don’t believe you.” You said quietly, moving over to him to clean the cuts on his face, “Your lip is split.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Steve said, flinching when you cleaned the cuts.

“Yeah, shut up, Harrington.” You said, pulling him up after wiping all the blood away, “Follow me.”

Steve followed you down to the kitchen, sitting at the table once you got there. He caught the bag of frozen peas you tossed him, holding it to his eye.

“Any special instructions, Nurse Y/N?” Steve asked, smiling softly.

“No kissing anyone until that lip heals.” You said, grinning, “Oh, and clean the cuts on your face every day.”

“Got it.” Steve said, nodding and standing up, walking over to you, hugging you tightly, “Thank you.”

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Steve said, looking over at you.

“Yeah, of course. What is it?” You asked, looking at him as well, noticing how the moonlight shined onto his face.

“Why are you here with me right now when you could be literally anywhere else?” Steve asked quietly, swallowing slightly.

“Because I care about you, Steve. I don’t want you to go through anything alone. You don’t deserve that.” You replied, matching his tone.

“Well, yeah I guess, but why? I don’t deserve you as a friend or anything more.” Steve said, looking down at the ground.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said, looking down at the ground as well, thinking for a moment.

“Go for it.” Steve mumbled, low enough that you wouldn’t have heard him if it weren’t for being in the middle of nowhere.

“Why are we out here? We could be at my place watching a movie or something.” You replied, looking up at the sky again.

“I like the quiet sometimes, Y/N.” Steve teased, nudging your side, “Especially when I’m with my favorite girl.”

“I’m your favorite girl?” You asked, looking over at him. Surely he was kidding? You hadn’t helped him that much tonight.

“Well, duh.” Steve said, looking at you, grinning, “You’re honestly my favorite person. You make me feel like I can be myself.”

“Man, of course you can be yourself. You’re a special guy, Steve.” You said, smiling at him.

“Can I ask another question?” Steve said after a moment, looking at the sky again.

“You just did, Harrington.” You replied, laughing slightly as you looked back up.

“Oh shut up, Y/L/N. I was trying to be serious.” Steve said, laughing as you did. He turned back to you, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Okay okay. Ask away.” You said, nodding and looking over at him.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve questioned breathlessly, licking his lips.

You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment. He leant over, pressing his lips to yours, causing you to immediately melt into the kiss.

You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and experimentally tugged on his hair, causing him to groan slightly into the kiss and wrap his arms around your waist.

You both pulled away after several moments, leaving both of you breathless. You smiled, laughing and resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“That was..” Steve started, holding you close to his chest.

“Wow.” You finished for him, pressing a small kiss to his neck before pulling away.

“Exactly. That was wow. I’m so glad I did that.” Steve said, grinning as he brushed a piece of hair out of your face.

“Well, Steve Harrington, would you do me the honor of being my King?” You asked, feeling your heart skip a beat when he looked up at you with major heart eyes.

“Oh my god, yes, of course.” Steve said quickly, jumping off the hood of the car. He grabbed your hand, pulling you off the hood as well before kissing you softly and hugging you tightly.

Midsummer Queen - Thor x Reader

@audreythetealovingcat, There was indeed a few request for the batboys, but surprisingly enough, Thor was also up there…So here, I’m giving you some Thor dude, hope you guys’ll like it (mehmehmeh) : 

Summary : Reader is in an established relationship with Thor, and he decides to finally take her to Asgard. She’s not sure she likes the idea…

(My masterlist blog here :


You almost threw up. 

You weren’t really expecting the travel from Earth to Asgard to be this…special. Your entire reality warped, extended, everything went so fast and was so bright and oh my god why so many different colors…and then all of a sudden, it stopped, leaving you wanting to vomit your guts everywhere. 

You didn’t though. Thank God (or Gods ?). You held a bit tighter Thor’s hand though, and wished really hard that the world would stop spinning. He misinterpreted your clinginess with excitement, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Great, more support. You let your body slumped on his side, glad that sometimes, your boyfriend was so oblivious to things. If he knew you felt ill, he would have freaked out and you’d have been ridiculous in front of the little audience that was there…

A few people were waiting. You didn’t know most of them but you recognize Thor’s friends, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun and…Sif. Damn, she was beautiful. Thor told you about her when you asked about previous girlfriends, apparently, they had a thing, but it never really worked out…She was staring at you coldly. Great. A new friend already…

-Welcome to my home, my love. This is Heimdall, the gate keeper. Good friend of mine. You already know those four, and that’s my mother, Frigga, and my father, Odin. Everyone, may I present to you Lady Y/N, my woman.

You couldn’t help but smile at how he called you. “My woman”. On Earth, most people would think it was a bit rude to call one’s girlfriend like that. But Asgard wasn’t Earth, and obviously, it was totally normal. But as soon as you realized you were actually in front of Thor’s parents, you started to get extremely nervous again. You knew it was a bad idea to come here…

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suspension and release || bill skarsgård

description: in which you let him do as he pleases with you

warnings: dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, spitting, bondage, honestly this is just pure and utter filth

notes: this is a combination of a request i received, and inspired by this ask. 

“Why did I agree to this?

That was the thought, the only thought, that kept replaying in your head over and over. Why had you agreed to this?

In the beginning, it had sounded like fun. Wicked, sinful fun. You had been the one to bring it up, after all. You’d gone to your lover and proposed the idea. And he, ever the sinner, had eagerly agreed. The decision was mutual, and when he had asked you if he could do anything he desired to you, within reason and boundary, you had told him yes.

But now here you were, naked, writhing, trembling. He was above you, a devious smile on his handsome face. And in that moment, with his pale eyes burning right into your own, you were beginning to regret even suggesting this whole thing. He was punishing you in the most wonderfully painful way imaginable, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could handle it.

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Like you used to // Shawn Mendes

Request: Combo again of: Can I request a older husband shawn one!! With fluff if u could?? Your writing is the bee’s knees

and:  Can you write like some fluff (whenever you can hun) where the reader is like feeling insecure for whatever reason and Shawn like reassures her and kisses her all over to make her feel good

“Life is hard Shawn,” I whine, falling back on the bed, my hair tickling my neck. 

“Really? I thought it was just a walk in the park.” Shawn’s voice calls from inside the closet where he was hanging up his blazer from tonight’s dinner at a fancy restaurant. We were celebrating our 5 year anniversary so Shawn took me to an expensive dinner where we sipped red wine and ate tiny mains for a ridiculous price. 

“This is not the time to be sassy.” I retort, rolling my eyes even though he can’t see me.

“Sorry, it’s my natural response with you.” I hear him chuckle, before he emerges, chucking a sweatshirt over his head.

“You never say anything sweet to me anymore.” I grumble, turning on my side, facing the wall. 

“Baby,” Shawn murmurs and the bed creaks as he climbs onto the mattress, crawling to where I layed. 

“What?” I say, my voice surly.

“I tell you I love you all the time.” His hands reach out to grip my side near my hips and he pulls me over and I flop onto my back.

“Yeah but… you say to all your fans great things about them and you never say anything to me.” I whine, crossing my arms over my chest. Shawn looks down at me, legs folded and one arm propped up which he leans his chin on.

“You want me to say cute things to you more?” He asks, smiling at me fondly.

“Like you used to.” I say, voice small in the quiet room.

“Okay,” Shawn smirks, entwining one of my hands with his. “What about this?”

“Mmhm,” I prompt, waiting for him to say something.

“You make me one of the happiest guys on the planet. The day I married you was the best day of my life and everyday I spend with you comes almost as close".

“Shawn,” I mumble, my cheeks flaming. 

“I love it when you smile because you have the most beautiful smile that I’ve ever seen. I also love it when you look at me when I’ve said something stupid and you- There! Thats the look!” He laughs, squeezing my hand gently.

“What look?” I scoff, unable to keep the grin off my face.

“That one right there.” He tries to imitate me but I end up laughing at his attempt. 

“I don’t do that!” I scowl, grinning anyway. 

“You do! And its adorable.”

“There’s something wrong with you if you find that cute.” I tease, moving so my head rested on his knee. His hand immediately goes to play with the strands of my hair.

“Its probably because I love you that all your awful qualities seem beautiful to me.” I gasp and Shawn laughs, pulling some hair back off my face.

“You suck Shawn.” I pout, turning my head up to look into his eyes. 

“Not as much as you.” He retorts but his eyes shimmer with humor. 

I chuckle, reaching one arm up to hold the side of his face, my thumb stroking his cheek. “I’m so glad I found you.”

Originally posted by fetishs

Lotor Boyfriend Headcanons [Requested]

A/N: AHHH its sorta messy and short but I hope you like it! AND TYSM IM GLAD YOU ENJOY MY STUFF!


  • he will tell everyone that your his
  • by holding you, making out with you in vERY public situations, and obvious marks that he’s left on your skin
  • if your not comfortable with it he won’t push you, its just something
    Galrans do to sorta “mark their territory”
  • will put you on his lap and gently wrap his arms around your waist
  • if he’s standing behind you he will rest his chin on your head
  • hold his pinky with yours pleaSE
  • he will be so confused at first but will love it
  • long soft kisses
  • long loving glances that turn EVIL
  • he starts to think nasty thoughts a lot and literally has to pinch himself to snap out of it
  • nasty boy
  • also will literally kill a man for you
  • has done it before and you yELLED AT HIM
  • “W H Y  N O T”
  • he gets really jealous


  • I mean your dating Lotor so you sorta are a princess
  • but god he spoils you
  • gifts galore
  • every gift has a meaning behind it
  • will do anything for you
  • he’s very supportive and patient as well
  • if you had a bad day because you couldn’t go past a certain level of training he makes a great teacher and helps you improve
  • is very honest
  • he won’t give you fake compliments just too boost your ego
  • if your feeling down he will ask why, and if its something your genuinely terrible at he will suggest ways to improve rather than fill you with fake confidence
  • but if he does notice something about you that he finds amazing will never stop talking about it
  • brags about how wonderful you are to literally everyone
  • will never shut up about you when your apart
  • if danger is ever near his first instinct is to protect you AT ALL COSTS
  • he surprisingly has a very calming presence??
  • if he makes you cry by mistake will be kinda lost on how to comfort you
  • awkward hugs and shushes but hey at least he tries
Heat of the Moment

FIC REQ: can you write one where the reader and Reid go to a wedding and he sees the reader all dressed up for the first time?


Spencer was having a strange night. JJ was getting married, yet he couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. Everyone he loved was happy and having a great time, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything except you. You were the new agent on the block, and you’d been with the team for about six months. You befriended him immediately, and the two of you had bonded over your love of books and Doctor Who. Spencer knew he was attracted to you, but this was just ridiculous.

He’d walked into the party, and as soon as he laid eyes on you he was gone. Seeing you in a dress like that, smiling with your hair down, was overwhelming. It was like he was seeing you for the first time. Your eyes gleamed in the candlelight, and your smile seemed magnetic. Reid couldn’t get enough. He sat at a table, absentmindedly draining his glass of wine when you walked over.

“Hey Spencer! I haven’t talked to you all night, what’s up?” You greeted him enthusiastically. He stared for a second before processing your words.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m having a great time. I can’t believe JJ got married,” He stuttered out. You giggled.

“Spence, how much have you had to drink?” You prodded his empty glass with your finger. Spencer looked down at his empty glass, then back up to you.

“To be totally honest, I’m not sure,” He smiled at you, grinning ear to ear. You stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Come dance with me.” You demanded. Spencer nodded a little too enthusiastically. You made your way to the dance floor, and stopped next to Garcia and Morgan. Morgan twirled Garcia around energetically and waved at you, a big grin occupying both of their faces. You turned to Spencer and slipped your hands around his neck just as a slow song came on. His hands fell to your waist, and his eyes remained on you. You met his gaze and blushed.

“You look amazing, (y/n).” He stated bluntly.

“You look pretty good yourself, Reid.” You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Spencer pulled you close, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You met Garcia’s eyes, and she gave you a thumbs up.

Twenty minutes of dancing later, it was time for JJ to throw her bouquet. The ladies of the BAU gathered, Beth and others not far behind. Everyone cheered as JJ stepped to the front.

“I just want to thank everyone for coming to my surprise wedding, and especially Rossi for donating his backyard for the night. You guys mean so much to me and I’m so glad you could all be here for the most important day of my life.” JJ spoke, and you felt your eyes water.

“Without further ado, ladies,” She winked at the group eagerly waiting. She turned, and gently tossed the bouquet over her head. It sailed over Prentiss and Garcia’s outstretched arms and landed in your hands. Spencer choked on his wine. The crowd cheered.

You made your way out of the crowd to Spencer, who was looking more dazed by the minute. His eyes widened at the sight of you holding a bridal bouquet.

“Hey,” You grinned at him. He stared, slackjawed.

“Spencer, are you o-”

“Marry me.” Reid looked at you, a completely serious look on his slightly red face. You stared blankly for a second, caught completely off-guard.

“Spencer, we’re not even dating,” You laughed.

“I don’t care. Let’s just skip that part.” He insisted, undeterred. You turned red.

“You’re drunk, Spencer,” You started.

“Just because I’m drunk, doesn’t mean I’m not completely serious.” You stood there, speechless. You took a step towards him.

“Let’s just start here.” You pressed your lips to his gently, standing on your toes. Spencer’s arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss. You threaded a hand through his curls, the other still clutching JJ’s bridal bouquet. A few seconds later, you broke the kiss. Your chest heaved, and Spencer smiled at you with a look in his eyes you’d never seen before.

“I’ll think about it.” You winked at him, and dragged him back to the dance floor. You spent the rest of the night dancing your feet off with Reid, wondering where it would take you.

here’s me with my thoughts on the latest omgcp update because honestly, it killed me. it started out so well with bitty and his mother discussing hockey and the falconers and jack. everything seemed so fine and they were talking about pie since suzanne had one in the oven. but then when it came to bitty’s summer plans, it all falls apart. bitty wants to stay there for the holidays because jack needs him. jack wants bitty to stay, wants him close because i imagine months apart would be hell for both of them. and it’s not easy telling a parent that you’d be prefer to be somewhere else than come back home. but in cases of relationships, it’s different. you want to be close to your significant other and be within reach of them. both bitty and jack want that. 

but suzanne doesn’t understand because she’s not aware of her son’s sexuality and the fact that he’s dating jack. and bitty can’t just come out and say. ‘hey mom, i’m gay and i’m dating jack’ because my god, that’s one of the most terrifying things in the world. to reveal your sexuality to someone that you care about and whose opinion of you matters highly. bitty has such a close relationship with his mother but he’s scared. he’s scared of her reaction, of what she’ll think of him after he tells her. and he really wants her to know, he really wants to tell her and wants to let her know that this is who he is, this is a part of him that he hopes she’ll accept. and the end where he’s crying in jack’s arms breaks my heart because it’s a position that we’ve all been in. and it’s terrifying and it’s so terrible. 

i’m glad jack’s there for him, holding him close because you can tell it’s eating bitty up inside. because i sort of imagine that bitty can tell his mother everything so easily except for this. and it crushes him.

snake-chan  asked:

Hi! Since the askbox is open may i request the boys (akechi and mishima too if possible) who dates a motherly s/o? They would sometimes nag on them to take care of themselves but not too much, make lunch for them when they could and would definitely come over their house if they are stressed just to let them sleep on their lap as they sing a lullaby? (Wow this is so long omg bUT I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK YO)

JSDHFDJKHKJ This ask is almost as cute as you are!!! I’m so glad you love my stuff and I hope you love this too!! Thank you for the request!


  • Akira would much rather take care of S/O, but he certainly doesn’t complain whenever they fuss over him.
  • In fact, he thinks it’s amazing.
  • He’s exhausted most of the time from his various activities, so it’s very therapeutic when S/O takes care of him.
  • S/O can take one look at his face and sense when he needs to have his hair/back stroked while they hum a lovely ballad.
  • Sometimes he’ll doze off in their arms, and S/O will continue to hold him while whispering sweet nothings and kissing him gently.
  • S/O always fixes his hair, and he messes it up on purpose just to see them puff their cheeks and smooth it back down.
  • When they lift their arms to smooth it, he’ll suddenly catch them in a kiss, and they’ll get flustered. 
  • But not enough to forget that his hair’s a mess.
  • Akira thinks it’s so generous of S/O to make him lunch, so he’ll cook dinner for them to compromise.
  • S/O will clean his glasses for him if they’re smudged or if rainwater is streaked on them. He doesn’t mind; he just smiles and kisses them when they return his glasses.


  • Ryuji feigns embarrassment, but he adores the attention he gets from S/O.
  • If Ryuji was busy all day fighting at Mementos or a Palace, S/O will massage him, being sure to include his sensitive knee.
  • He is a blushing mess the entire time, but he appreciates their care and it feels amazing, so he’s definitely not going to complain.
  • S/O is constantly straightening his posture; it drives them insane.
  • “H-hey, what’re you doing?!”
  • “You’re going to throw your back out and you look like a wilted flower! Stand up like a proper person!”
  • The jesting couple causes everyone around them to snicker because they’re just so endearing.
  • S/O always has to study with him because Ryuji won’t do it otherwise.
  • Even then, he’ll just wrap his arms around their waist and drag them closer so he can snuggle with them. 
  • He’ll stop paying attention and start kissing them, and S/O has to poke Ryuji with their pencil eraser and nag him until he snaps out of it.
  • S/O will occasionally cook for him, since his diet consists of chips and ramen.
  • Ryuji kisses them and hugs their waist while they cook.
  • “You could help me, you know.”
  • “Sorry babe, my arms are kinda full.”
  • S/O won’t hesitate to lightly smack him, and the two just end up in a fit of giggles.


  • S/O will most definitely make him bento boxes; they even decorate them so that they’re visually appealing.
  • Yusuke thinks it’s a form of art, and he is so grateful to S/O.
  • “A-amazing! To think you can arrange such simple foods into such an intricate display… I cannot deign to consume such a raw, stimulating work of art.”
  • They have to convince him that food is meant to be fully enjoyed not only through sight, but through taste as well.
  • S/O will remind him to take breaks whenever he’s working on a painting.
  • They’ll knead his back, neck and hands since he’s continually straining them. 
  • Yusuke loves it, especially when S/O plants soft kisses on his fingertips and hands. He has to use a tremendous amount of restraint to avoid carrying them off to the bedroom, since his hands are very sensitive.
  • S/O will tidy up around his dorm while he’s busy painting, and then they’ll sit behind Yusuke and embrace him. The two will even hum together.
  • If Yusuke spent the day dungeon-crawling, S/O will encourage and help him to stretch. They make some warm coffee or tea afterward.
  • Yusuke occasionally expresses his guilt to S/O; they do so much for him, thus he feels incredibly insufficient and negligent.
  • S/O explains that they enjoy demonstrating how special he is to them, but Yusuke insists on making it a point to repay the favor.
  • He just cherishes S/O so dearly, and he desires nothing more than to make them just as blissful as they make him.


  • Attention is as vital to Akechi as the air he breathes, so whenever S/O tends to him, he wonders what he did right to deserve them.
  • S/O always makes him coffee while he’s busy working at his desk, and they’ll embrace him from behind and hum softly to him.
  • “You’re distracting me, you know,” he’ll say teasingly.
  • “Sorry, I’ll leave you be.” His hands desperately fly up to prevent S/O from unraveling their arms.
  • “N-no, stay! I never said it was a bad distraction.”
  • Even when Akechi cheerfully greets S/O after a long day at work, they can see the exhaustion in his eyes; thus, they’ll guide him to the couch/bed, gently lay him down in their lap, and run their fingers through his velvety hair.
  • If they massage his scalp and neck, he’ll become putty in their hands and sigh happily.
  • They cook meals for each other quite often, and they’ll cling to each other like saran wrap throughout the ordeal.
  • He adores it when S/O ties his tie and pulls him down for a kiss before he departs for work, but he’s extremely reluctant to leave when they do that.
  • S/O occasionally fixes his hair too, and he’ll happily thank them and plant a kiss on their forehead.
  • Akechi enjoys repaying S/O’s kindness, so he’ll do favors for them even though they insist that they’re fine.
  • S/O scatters notes throughout the apartment reminding him to eat, shower, or even just stretch for a moment.
  • Sometimes Akechi will just collapse in their arms when he’s overwhelmingly stressed out, so they’ll just rock him and remind him that he’s doing great. They’ll tell him how proud they are of his accomplishments and list the reasons that they love him.


  • Mishima wants to be seen as a put-together, capable guy.
  • But he is embarrassingly weak to S/O’s caring nature.
  • If he pulls all-nighters from running the Phan-site, S/O will nag him to turn off his phone so they can cuddle. 
  • That usually does the trick.
  • S/O will hold him and caress his arms/chest, humming a soothing melody.
  • Since he spends all day in front of some form of electronic, S/O purchased eye-drops for him and they’ll sporadically text him reminders to use them.
  • They even purchased matching filtered water bottles so that the couple can stay hydrated and be able to safely drink city water.
  • He’ll never admit it, but Mishima loves it when S/O nags or scolds him.
  • “Yuuki, I told you what would happen if you didn’t go to sleep, didn’t I?” they’ll ask in a mildly threatening tone of voice with furrowed brows.
  • His face is the color of a tomato and his mind is reeling from all of the conflicting thoughts racing about.
  • “Y-Yuuki, are you okay?”
  • If S/O attempts to fix his clothes/hair in public, he’ll furiously blush and tell them to cut it out; in actuality, he doesn’t want them to stop, and S/O knows this, so they act very smug when he gets flustered.
  • Mishima wants to prove himself worthy to S/O, thus he’ll do as much as he can for them. They don’t want him to burn himself out, but he’s stubborn, so S/O allows him to ‘step up’ and then they’ll shower him with praise.
  • If they pat his head, he’ll die a happy man.
Querencia [ Part 1 ]

Originally posted by nnochu

🌸 Pairing: Jungkook x reader (y/n)

🌸 Warnings: none

🌸 Author’s Note: in honor of the 1,000+ followers my blog just hit, here’s the first part of the story behind Jungkook and Y/N. I hope you’ll enjoy this! 😊 Thank you for the constant support and love you’ve been giving me so far. You’re all very much appreciated, my cherry blossoms. ♥️

[ Masterlist ] [ Teaser 1 ]   [ Teaser 2 ]

“You pick the weirdest friends to hang out with, y/n.”

Often times I’d wonder what I did in the previous life to deserve this kind of treatment from him. Out of all the people in the world, why was I stuck with a kid who clearly loves to torture me and bring out the worst of me?

I might as well be masochistic; seeing as how despite the constant word abuse we’d throw at one another, I’m still staying. Anyone else would probably drop them in a heartbeat and would question their morality.

“Glad to know you finally saw the light, Kook. It must be one hell of a revelation for you.” I sarcastically retorted back.

Jungkook decided that my face would go well with a pillow as he literally pushed me down on the sofa. I twisted my head to the side just so I could get the good amount of air to breathe in and tried hitting him back by kicking him in the stomach. Unfortunately, he was faster and used one arm to pin my legs down and his other to hold my arms in place.

“Rude. Was that really necessary?” I scoffed at him.

“You were about to kick me, this is self-defense. You’re the rude one.”

“You attacked first, I’m the one who did self-defense!” I said as I pushed his arms away from me.

“Please tell me you guys aren’t resorting to a physical fight again?”

Namjoon entered the vicinity of their living room with his headphones around his neck, a sandwich in one hand, and a Ryan plushie on the other. He stared at us with a look that clearly said he was ready to call 911 if need be. Jin was following behind him with a couple of sugar cubes in his hand for his gliders. He gave us a warning look before retreating to his room.

“Don’t worry hyung, we’re not gonna start another fight like that.” Jungkook waved him off.

“Yup, it was one time. And besides, Kook just insulted you by calling you all weird so I was just here about to defend everyone’s honor.” I said while raising my arms in a surrender motion.

“Thanks for defending our honor but please try not to spill any blood while you’re at it. That’s the 3rd sofa we had to replace.”

“And I’ll gladly pay for it again if need be.”

Namjoon sighed as I gave him a 2 finger salute.

“You guys are the strangest pair I’ve ever encountered.”

“See Kook, you’re categorized under that. Why so defensive?”

Jungkook glared and slightly shoved me to the side. Namjoon turned around to retreat to his room until he stopped and turned back to face me.

“By the way, Yoongi hyung said he’s looking for you.”

“Ohh okay. Thanks Joonie!”

As he disappeared from the living room, I heard a small sigh from Jungkook. I looked at him with a confused face.

“You okay there? I just heard you sigh.” I asked.

“Me? Sigh? You’re hearing things again, y/n. You should have your ears checked.” He teased.

“My hearing is fine, thank you very much. I can practically hear Tae screaming at his computer all the way here.”

“He’s playing Overwatch without me? Damn it, why does he keep doing this?!” He muttered to himself.

While he started talking to himself about deciding what to do as revenge on Tae, I felt my phone vibrate from the pocket of my hoodie. I quickly swiped it open and see that it was a message from Yoongi oppa.

‘If I leave now, I’ll have enough time to grab some dinner and get to BigHit before anything else closes.’ I thought to myself. I got up, stretched my limbs a little, and picked up my backpack from the floor. Jungkook looked at me, puzzled.

“Where are you going?”

“BigHit. Yoongi oppa asked me if I could stop by in his studio. Might as well go now.” I said as I put on my coat by their doorway.

He got up from the sofa with crossed arms and a frown on his face.

“Really? You have to go now? But you just got here.”

“I was here the whole day with you, Kook. Yoongi oppa’s waiting for me while he’s working so I have to at least show-up and be there.”

“You’ve been hanging out with him a lot lately…And calling him oppa? How close are you guys? You weren’t like this to him before.”

“You do realize all of you are my oppas, right? I just prefer to give you all nicknames. And besides, we all know how much you loathe being called oppa. We had to replace sofa number 2 when you threw a fit, remember?”

“…That was still your fault.”

“They’re the friends that I picked to hang out with that you call weird, Kook. Why do you care so much about how I spend my free time? I don’t bother you guys when you have your free days unless you ask me to come along…”

“I don’t really care what you do in your free time. I just think it would be reasonable if hyung could just ask another day, not today. But whatever. Fine, just go.”

I felt a slight sting in my heart but I ignored it as usual. He’ll always do this; suddenly giving me a cold response and a matching neutral, poker face. All emotions wiped away from his face like a blank slate, and yet his actions say otherwise. It was a cycle that I find myself normalizing in: a threat here, a tease there, a lovely banter, and then his sudden switch.

I’d reason with myself saying that he didn’t mean to say that. But my mind would play tricks again and say, what if he did mean it? What if he really didn’t care what you do when you’re not around? Does he even genuinely care what happens to you?

Shaking my head, I unlocked their door and stepped outside.

“Don’t stay up too late again, okay Kook? Could you let Joonie, Jinnie, and Tae that I left already?”

“Yeah. Sure. Take care.”

Another cold, neutral answer. And like the masochistic person that I’ve started to believe that I am, I shrugged it off and gave him a small smile.

It was already Autumn in Seoul; with the cold air blowing in softly through the lush nature surrounding the city. The walk to BigHit was a short one but it did help clear my head from the waves of emotional switches that I had to deal with Jungkook.

Our friendship has been like that of siblings: always fighting but always making up in the end. Only this time, it seemed like the fighting started manifesting into something that’s really personal to him. I don’t know what happened to have triggered that, but one thing I know is that it seems like he’s not particularly keen on me whenever I’m with Yoongi oppa. To which I really don’t understand. They are members; practically brothers in arms. They’re my friends too. I’m bound to have days where I don’t hang out with him and just be in the presence of his other members; whether alone or not.

It’s hurting me to think that someday, he might actually say something that will hurt everyone.

I stopped in my tracks to see a chicken restaurant still open. Knowing the amount of work Yoongi oppa puts in his producing and writing, he must’ve forgotten to eat dinner again. I bought 2 boxes of chicken, some rice, side dishes, and drinks. He really needs to take better care of himself.

A few clicks and beeps later, Yoongi oppa opened the door and I almost let out a laugh. His hair was disheveled probably from the multiple times he ran his fingers through it, his jacket was off his shoulder on one side, and he looked really done with the world.

“You could’ve just rung the doorbell, you know, I was expecting you.” He said as he grabbed the bag of food and led me inside.

He shut the door and I took my place on his studio sofa; folding my legs under me and instantly cuddling under the blanket he placed out whenever I would come over.

“I know, but you sometimes put the volume up high on your headphones so you wouldn’t even hear it ring in the first place.”

“True. You got me food?” He questioned while going through the bag.

“Yeah. You tend to forget to eat too.”

“What would I do without you?”

“I know right? You’ll probably wander through the days not knowing it was the next month already.” I joked.

He set the food and drinks out on a foldable table in front of me; pulling his chair as well to sit across me.

“So, any reason why you asked me to stay for a while?” I asked; placing my chin under the palm of my hand.

He was quiet the whole time; taking a few bites here and there. He’d offer me some pieces of chicken wedged in between his chopsticks and I’ll just eat it up. There must be a lot in his mind seeing as he was frowning a bit and he didn’t tell me what’s up right away.

“Oppa? Are you okay?” I slowly asked.

He was about to take another bite but instead sighed and placed his chopsticks down. He crossed his arms and gave a small shrug; staring into my eyes.

“Do you think Jungkook is suspecting anything between the two of us?”

My heart dropped.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 17] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by marikaa977

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.


Warnings: swearing and suggestive thoughts

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A/N: Sorry, this is extremely late.So part 18 will be out Monday, cause I apparently work better at night. I hope you guys like today’s Sin Sunday! It was my third attempt at smut and the first one that I have ever posted! I have another one, unholier one, on the way. Inbox is always open, please tell me what you think! Enjoy the chapter!

~ Admin Brooklyn


Ji Yong hadn’t left your side since then. He always held onto some part of you, and after what had happened, you didn’t care. You had stayed by his side, the grip on his hand tight as he led you down the comforting hallways you’ve grown to know. The now comforting walls of the hallway welcomed you back, and relief flooded your tense mind. You were home again.

“You’re gonna be sleeping in my room,” Ji Yong said. You looked up at him and nodded your head in understanding. He smiles down at you and pulls you closer to him. You lean into his chest, breathing in his scent. God, you missed it.

“I’m gonna stay with you too okay?” His hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your skin lightly. You nod your head, not finding your voice at the moment. He kissed your forehead, bringing you a sense of security. He pushed open his bedroom door, walking in with you. You sat down the bed, Ji Yong standing right in front of you. “I’ll be right back baby girl, I’m just gonna grab an extra towel and stuff. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to shower.”

You nodded your head and watched as he left the room. It took a minute, but you let everything that happened soak in. You were drugged, sexually harassed twice, starved, beat, and threatened. People touched you in places you didn’t want to be touched, and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t stop them the first time they came in. You couldn’t protect yourself. All that training, for nothing.

Ji Yong opened the door, holding up a towel and a toothbrush. A small smile was on his face. “I got your tooth brush too-”

He stopped talking as he saw you crying. He rushed over to you, setting down the supplies on the side of the bed. He held your hand and cupped your cheek, trying to get you to look at him. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

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