The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.
“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”
You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.
Prompt: While staying at your best friend Kai’s dorm on a visit, you accidentally overhear a conversation between the members that surprises you a lot. - ft. the other EXO boys being ridiculous Scenario: Fluff, comedy Word Count: 3,669
Summary: You had been in love with Jace for as long as you could remember, but things always got in the way; most recently, Clary. With Jace finding out they’re brother and sister, you finally have a chance with him, but why are you worried about how Alec will react?
“Great,” Alec mutters, making his way past you with a grim
expression on his face.
“What’s going on cutie?” you ask and he fakes a cheesy smile
at the compliment.
“Jace and Clary,” he states, looking at you hesitantly for a
reaction. You shrug, “Hey, whatever makes him happy.”
“I think you’d make
him happier,” Alec consoles you, giving your shoulder a squeeze as he
squishes past, reaching over your head to pull cereal out of the cupboard.
“Why don’t we go out for breakfast?” you ask, pulling the
box out of his and slipping your hand into the bag, tossing the dry cornflakes
into your mouth.
“There’s this great place that opened up not too far from
the Institute – if we leave now we can
skip training,” you bribe him and he rolls his eyes, “I don’t know why you
think that’s tempting to me – I kick ass at training,” he scoffs, a self-satisfied
smirk playing on his lips.
“Well, I don’t,” you grumble, “I already feel crappy enough,
I don’t need people knocking me on my ass,” you whine and Alec slowly nods,
“Fine, I’ll come.”
You squeal in excitement, throwing your arms around him. It
had been a week since you were allowed to leave the institute. You had hurt
your leg on the last mission and since then you weren’t deemed ‘rested’ or
‘fit’ enough to go on any. It had been seven whole days of ‘practice, practice,
practice’ and you were starting to get sore from being flipped on your ass – by
even the worst in the Institute. It was kind of degrading considering you were
one of the best and you could tell everyone
was having a good time with it.
Jace clears his throat at the sight of the two of you
entangled together and you slowly pull apart.
“You look like you’re feeling better,” Jace smiles and you
nod, “I was fine then and I’m fine now.”
The mission where you had hurt your leg was the last time
you’d seen Jace up until now. He had barely been at the institute and any moment
he was, was spent with Clary.
“You didn’t look fine when I was carrying you into the
institute bridal style,” he teases and you blush in embarrassment.
“We were just leaving,” you mumble, pulling Alec’s hand into
yours and beginning to walk off.
“Whoa,” Jace mumbles, his eyes fixated on your entwined
hands, “Are the two you…”
states and you stare at him wide eyed before slowly turning and walking out the
door, “I’ll see you outside. Bye Jace!” you call over your shoulder, rushing
out as fast as your legs could carry you.
“You and y/n?” Jace raises a brow, “Didn’t see that one
shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I just mean, everyone here knows she has a thing for me…”
Alec’s eye widen, “You know?”
Jace nods like it’s nothing.
“You know and you still go around being all PDA with
“Well, it’s not my problem!”
“IT IS!” Alec growls, “You don’t see her face each time you
guys hook up – it literally looks like
someone ripped her heart out.”
“What am I supposed to do about it?!”
“Stop being a prick,” Alec huffs, “It’s bad enough she’s
your best friend and you didn’t even come check up on her once in the past
week. Tone it down a little or I might end up punching you in the face for
“Ah, my parabatai,” Jace smirks and Alec rolls his eyes, “Well, you
don’t have to worry about her feelings for you anymore. She’s with me now.”
Jace nods in understanding and
Alec begins to walk away, “Stop being an asshole, okay!?” he calls out over his
shoulder as he heads back outside to catch up with you. —————————————————————————————————-
“Why’d you tell Jace we’re together?” you blurt out. You had
spent the whole walk to the café in silence, your hands occasionally awkwardly
knocking against each other.
“Well we are, aren’t we? We’re both at breakfast and we’re together,” he shrugs innocently.
“You know that’s not what that meant,” you furrow your brows
together and Alec slumps, “I was just trying to get everyone off your back, I
mean, everyone in the Institute knows you’re in love with Jace. I figured, this
way, you look a little less-“
finishes, “When you’re around him and Clary, you literally look like an
“That’s makes me feel
great,” you say sarcastically, using your fork to toss around your
“I’m just saying, me and you, it’s not such a bad thing.”
You pause, placing your fork down, “Alec,” you state,
waiting for his eyes to meet yours, “We’re not – you don’t – we aren’t-“ you
stammer, at a loss for words.
“Well, why not?”
“You just said it! I have feelings for Jace!”
“So redirect those feelings towards me,” he shrugs, leaning
back in his seat.
“Alec,” you lean in closer, lowering your voice to a
whisper, “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Alec frowns, leaning in as well, “Why is this such a joke to
“Because you’re Alec! You’re like my best friend, wait no,
you’re like my-“
“Don’t say it!”
Alec drops his heads into his hands, “You just had to say
it,” he grumbles, shaking his head.
“Why are you so upset?” you laugh, “You were just trying to
do me a favour.”
Alec stares at you guiltily and your eyes widen, “Oh my god,
you actually like me.”
“Well, you like me!” he spits back defensively, slightly pouting.
“No! I don’t!” you can’t help but laugh as you shake your
Alec leans in across the table, his face stopping inches
away from yours, “What about now?” he whispers.
Your eyes widen as you feel heat rising in your cheeks and
you lean back in your seat, “Alec, you’re
way out of my league.”
“Noooo,” he whines, “I’m right here, in your league.”
“But you’re so pretty,” you wink and he rolls his eyes, “Can
you take me seriously for like one minute?!”
“No I can’t! You literally just made yourself my boyfriend
in front of Jace, and god knows he’ll
tell everyone, and here I am thinking you just have my back but no, you
actually like me!”
Alec looks at you, unfazed.
“I mean, I’m flattered, really, you’re literally the most
beautiful human being I’ve ever laid eyes on but Alec – we’re friends.”
“Well, if that’s true then why not take it a step further?”
“Because you’ll end up being done with me and then we won’t
even be friends anymore!”
“What are you talking about?!”
“Like what happened with Jace and I. You’ll be interested
for a while but then someone better will come along and you’ll realize that I’m
just – I’m nothing.”
“You are not,” he whispers, his voice as sincere as his
eyes, “Do you know how much you mean to me?”
Alec’s gaze holds yours until your phones rings.
“Jace?” you answer, listening to him speak hastily on the
other end of the line, “Okay, sure, we’ll head back now.”
“What did he want?”
“Apparently a mission was sanctioned to find Clary’s mom.
They want both of us on it.”
“But your leg-“
“Is fine,” you reassure him,
standing up, “I promise we’ll finish this conversation later.” —————————————————————————————————-
It had been one tiring night after the other but everyone
was still on high alert after finding not only Clary’s mom but also her father,
Valentine, who turns out was also Jace’s father.
Given the situation, you and Alec had barely spent a moment
together with the commotion, let alone finished off that conversation.
“Hey, how’s the leg?” Jace asks as he walks into you room,
throwing himself onto your bed and pulling the sheets over himself.
“It’s fine,” you mumble, walking in from the bathroom and
leaning against your set of drawers, “What are you doing here?”
“I just came to see how you were.”
“Yeah, right,” you scoff and Jace sits up, “What’s the
supposed to mean?”
“Everyone’s pounding you about the whole Clary being your
sister thing and you came to raid my booze stash.”
Jace puts both his hands up to admit guilt, “You got me. But
I did want to check up on you,” he smiles warmly, patting a spot on the bed
next to him.
You open one of your drawers and shuffle through clothes
before pulling out some cheap bourbon and tossing it to him before taking a
seat next to him.
“That bad, huh?” you laugh as you watch him chug it down,
cringing afterwards, “You have no idea,” he groans.
“You think I’m gross, don’t you?”
“What?! No, of course
not Jace!” you nudge him, “You didn’t know. It’s okay. And it’s okay if you
still love her, it’ll take some time…”
Jace looks up at you, the frustration in his eyes gone, “You
seriously get me.”
“Yeah,” you chuckle, tousling his hair.
“No, I mean, you get
me. Everyone else made me feel so weird about it and you’re like ‘okay sure, incest is whatever, just take
some time to yourself’.”
“Not exactly what I said but sure…” you laugh, “Jace, it’s okay to be in love. And you’ll fall
in love again, don’t you worry.”
“Have you? Since me?”
As the words leave his mouth you furrow your brows together.
Even though the two of you were best friends and Jace had clearly known about
your feeling for years, he had never brought it up. And as much as it was a
relief, it also felt suffocating having this tension between the two of you
that neither of you were willing to discuss. He never felt the exact same way,
however, there was a brief period where there was something between the two of
you, but it disappeared with Clary’s appearance. You had always imagined the
day that he confronted you about it that you would cry or be at a loss for
words, but the truth was you were okay. You weren’t sure if you could’ve said
the same a week ago, but something had changed.
“Yeah… I have,”
you mumble, surprised by your own epiphany.
“Alec?” he asks and you slowly nod, “Yeah… Alec…” you smile to yourself.
“That’s too bad,” he chuckles and you raise a brow, pulling
the bottle out of his hand to find it’s half empty, “And whys that?”
“Because the position of my girlfriend is officially open,”
he smirks, leaning closer to you, his face inches away from yours. You place a
hand over his face, lightly pushing him away, “Please go brush your teeth, you
officially smell like a bar,” you groan, climbing off your bed only to find
Alec standing in the doorway.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he stammers, awkwardly walking
in, “Clary is looking for you,” he nods towards Jace who wobbles as he stands
up, fumbling out of the doorway, leaving you and Alec in silence.
“Guess things will work out for the two of you after all,
since Clary is out of the picture now,” he forces a smile. In the end, the only
thing that mattered to him was you being happy. That’s why he had sat idly by
all this time watching you and Jace. Hoping you would find what you needed with
“Yeah, maybe,” you smile and he nods stiffly, causing you to
smirk a little, “But I’d much rather be with someone else.”
Alec looks hopeful for a moment before his eyes dim, “Who
now?” he mumbles and you roll your eyes, “You,
His idiot like grin causes you to laugh, you were genuinely
concerned his face was going to get sore.
“What changed your mind?”
“Nothing. I never said
“Well, then what made you say yes?”
“Jace actually, he was kinda drunk and about to kiss me and
all I could think was ‘if I do this, I
can’t be with Alec’.”
Alec leans in the doorway with a self-satisfied smirk before
his expression hardens, “Jace almost kissed you? Even though I told him we were
“Relax, he was drunk,” you laugh, walking towards him. You rest
your hands on his shoulder, tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek.
“What was that for?”
“So you don’t kill Jace,” you giggle, giving him another one
on the other cheek, “And that one is so you’ll maybe come to this cool new
burger place with me for lunch?” you ask innocently, batting your eyelashes and
he rolls his eyes before reluctantly nodding.
You don’t move away from his face and he slowly leans down,
pressing his lips to yours – only for a moment – before pulling away.
“What was that for?” you stammer and he tucks a strand of
hair behind your ear, his hand lingering close to your face as he admires you,
“Just because I can’t believe this is finally happening…”
You pull away from him, “Well it is,” you smile, “And now I
can officially drag you to all the new food places I want, you wanna know why?”
“Because you’re my boyfriend,”
you smirk, “Alec Lightwood – my boyfriend,”
you tease but he stares at you, unfazed.
“What?” he shrugs, “I kinda like it.”
“Only kinda?” you ask, biting at your lip as you slip your
hand into his before pulling him back onto your lips.
“Okay. A lot,” he mumbles against them, “Way too much.”
A/N: I’ve been on a Sirius kick lately…anyway, you and Sirius are reunited after his time in Azkaban.
Sirius Black was back in your bed. After 12 long years, you were reunited with the man you loved. His hair was now long and shaggy and stubble coated the lower half of his face, but he was still the Sirius you had fallen for all those years ago.
Seating you on the edge of the bed in a gentle rush, he kissed you passionately. His lips were steady but tentative, as though he wasn’t sure this was real. The smell of your bath soap clung to his skin after the shower you had encouraged him to take.
“12 fucking years since the last time I kissed you,” he observed.
“Mm,” you ran a hand through his hair, “shirt off, Black.”
He smirked, standing taller, and pulled his shirt up and over his head, carelessly tossing it on the floor.
“Your turn,” he countered.
A cat-like grin appearing on your face, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and slipped it off. There was no need to be nervous. Sirius had become an extension of yourself over the course of your relationship. You and he were one and always would be.
Moving forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss, he toyed with the buttons on your jeans.
“May I?” he asked.
You nodded and he slid your jeans down and on to the floor with the help of your slightly lifted hips. Once he had removed them, you grabbed at his waist and swiftly undid the belt he had hastily transfigured.
Once you were left only in your undergarments and he only in his boxers, you two took a moment to simply look at each other. It had been so long since you had been intimate. You had missed him like no other, and he you. The way his skin felt against yours, the way he made you feel like no one else could, the way he treated you with absolute tenderness.
“Every bit as beautiful as I remembered,” he murmured, bending slightly to rest his forehead against yours.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you chuckled against his lips.
He ran a hand down your cheek. “As much as I enjoy kissing your lips, I’d like to turn my attention to another area,” he implied with a look toward your breasts and below.
“Get on with it then,” you challenged.
Kissing you quickly in acknowledgement, he hooked a hand around to reach your bra strap. Undoing it as he had many times before, he eased the straps down over your shoulders and added it to the pile of clothes on floor.
“Lay back for me,” he encouraged.
You did, scooting back so you could rest your head against your fluffiest pillow. He followed you, sitting back on his knees toward the end of the bed.
“Off,” he muttered to himself as he pulled your underwear down past your hips and completely off. “Better.”
Moving so that he was lying beside you, face level with your breasts, he began to pepper kisses across the valley of your chest. A finger moved downwards and danced along your folds, giving you a taste of what was to come.
You sighed happily at the contact. Sirius knew what he was doing. He knew what buttons to press and how to work you up. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked at it while his fingers moved to your clit rubbing soothing circles on it.
“More,” you pleaded. “Your mouth, Sirius.”
“As you wish,” he placed one last open-mouthed kiss in between your breasts before returning to the edge of the bed.
“Sopping wet,” he purred as he moved his head closer to your core. Settling in between your legs, he licked once down your core.
You couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan. He moved his tongue expertly, switching between up and down, side to side, and patterned motions. A hand reached up so his thumb could play with your clit.
As your breathing grew more erratic, he eased two fingers into your entrance as his tongue took over your clit. Allowing you to adjust first, he then started to pump his digits in and out. You felt your orgasm building and your legs held him tightly in place.
“Go on, love,” he breathed against your core as his fingers continued at a faster pace.
His words mixed with his warm breath against your heat was all it took to send you over the edge. Your knees pulled together, squishing his head between your legs, and your eyes squeezed shut. Your body convulsed against his mouth and Sirius groaned in appreciation.
Coming down from your high, Sirius inched his way toward you so he could hover over you. He pressed his lips against yours before placing loving pecks all over your face.
“Need you,” you whispered against him.
He pressed his lips to your forehead before quickly moving off the bed to remove his boxers. If his erection hadn’t been evident before, it sure as hell was now. Stroking his cock, he crawled back onto the bed and kneeled between your legs. Teasing your entrance, he ran the head of his cock over your slickness.
“Sirius,” you whined.
“I’m coming, love, I’m coming,” he promised. “In more ways than one,” he added with a wink.
You smacked his arm, happily noting that Azkaban didn’t seem to have completely broken his spirit.
Lining himself up, he eased the tip into you. Slowly, he pushed into you. He hovered over you as you adjusted to his size. It had been so long and he felt so good. He couldn’t help kissing you while he waited to continue, his tongue easily dominating yours.
“Okay, you can move,” you decided after a moment.
His eyes lit up as he pulled out slowly before thrusting back in as deeply as possible. You writhed against him, gripping his biceps tightly as moved in and out.
“Won’t last long, love,” he grunted. It was clearly taking all the self-control he had not to pound into you with everything he had.
You nodded weakly, your energy already drained from your previous climax and the simple fact that it had been so long since Sirius had been in you.
“Siri - Sirius,” you whimpered, “I-I’m-”
“I know, sweetheart, me too,” he panted as his speed and power increased. He’s clutching onto your thighs, fingers digging into your skin, probably enough to leave a bruise.
As he slightly changes his position, his cock hits that special spot, causing you to cry out. Sweat is pooling on his forehead as he does his best to keep hitting it just right.
You’re lost for words as he does and he can tell you’re both getting incredibly close to release.
“Go on, (Y/N), I’m right behind you,” he coaxes.
Reaching one hand down so he can give you a little extra push, he massages your clit. The extra stimulation and the way he’s looking at you prove to be too much. Squirming against him, back arching, your orgasm rips through you. Your breath hitches and you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so good.
Sirius lets out a long groan as he feels you contract around his cock and before you know it, you feel his seed spilling inside of you.
He holds himself where he is, lingering over your tired body, as you both struggle to regain your composure. He’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle love bites here and there.
Pulling out, he flops down beside you and onto his back. You quickly move to lay your head on his chest. He rubs a hand up and down your arm while every so often depositing soft kisses to your hairline.
“Missed you,” you whisper into his chest.
“Me or my body?” he teases.
You laugh, “Maybe a bit of both.”
As you both settle in for the night, hidden in each other’s company, Sirius thanks his lucky stars that you’ve been reunited. He’s not sure he ever wants to leave this bed. Being with you feels so right and safe. Nothing else matters to him anymore. His fears don’t exist when you’re tucked into his arms.
When your eyes finally fall shut, he mumbles back, “Missed you too,” before he too drifts off to his first peaceful sleep in years.
This is the longest thing I’ve written on here, EVER. Not sure if that jumbled it up, but thank you to everyone for sticking around to read about this crazy frat boy, sending me messages and asks and song recs for the playlist! This chapter’s a bit of a revealing one, and little almost imperceptible layers are chipped away. Let’s see if he’s ruing the day yet, yeah? xx (shout-out to @lovelhes for the bomb mood board, love you bb)
It was 2:54 AM by the time Renny got back. You knew because the comfort Zayn had brought
you dwindled fast with each step you took away from him, so much so that by the
time you got to the doors of your building, your legs were shaking from how
frantic you were. It had been much too dark outside, each
innocent bush and tall tree beautiful in the daylight suddenly twisting into
something sinister, hiding a dark figure just waiting to grab you and slit your
throat as you fall to the ground with a soundless shout. Even in the grossly fluorescent hallways that
seemed oddly empty for 1 am, you turned each corner quickly for fear of who’d
be waiting on the other side. Even the
shut of the heavy door behind you didn’t give you peace and when you’d swept your
room and checked the closet for potential predators hiding behind hanging
clothes, you knew you were being silly, so absolutely ridiculously silly. But
your furiously beating heart told you otherwise.
You couldn’t fall asleep after that.
But you pretended to as Renny got ready for bed, as she quietly
tip-toed through the room, the click of her low-lit lamp as she settled under
her covers once again coating the room in an inky stillness. Her little snores comforted you in the
slightest, but she wasn’t awake, she couldn’t distract you from your thoughts. And as your eyes bore up into the ceiling,
seeing past it to nothing at all, a hand lay on your throat.
The stream that ran red, his fists, the snake tat, his
touch, their smell, the men, his arms, the safety you felt in them. It wasn’t fair,
none of it was. That he could make you
feel something that felt so right and toss it in the trash like it never
happened. You had been fine with being
acquaintances, safe at that distance, pretend that you wouldn’t be affected by
him, but then he was the one who had to turn it into something more, to turn
you into this. You remembered your words to him and felt a
deep sadness seize your chest. You were
a hypocrite. The weight building inside
you contracted into a choke-hold, threatening to crush your lungs with its
deadly mixture of guilt, regret, anger, but you were too tired to release it in
a sob. So it sat there. Refusing to let you sleep. Suffocating you. Silly
girl, a voice sneered, All this for a
boy you haven’t gone on a date with.
The moan of his name in that unfamiliar voice rang loud in your head as
an unwanted tear rolled straight down to hit your ear. You willed yourself to numb your mind, to not
think about anything, but when had you ever truly had control?
Sometime, in the early hours of the morning, your lids felt
heavy and closed without you ever really knowing, the black cloak of the night
sealing them shut as the dark twists and pangs building inside of you pushed
you off a ledge, forcing your fall into a fitful sleep.
“Did you have a nightmare last night?” You cringed as Renny took her black eyeliner
and dug a little too hard with the tip against your cheek. You thought about denying it for a moment,
but decided against it. If there was one
person you could talk to, it was Renny.
“How’d you know?”
“You kept groaning and- hold on”
- she licked her thumb and rubbed below the line she’d just created for the
black #17 now on your cheek, smudging it up and using her nail to dig into the skin
and remove the extra bits she’d accidently drawn. She hadn’t asked to draw Harry’s number on
you and for that you were thankful. Your
favorite was Louis anyways - “There, perfect.
You just kept muttering something and you looked like you were shaking. I tried waking you up, but you just turned
back around and fell asleep.”
“Sorry for waking you,” you
offered her an apologetic smile, but she brushed it off.
“You honestly think I mind? I mean, I’m a little jealous you got to sleep
that much, but I was the one who chose not to leave the party.” You wanted to let out a single sharp laugh at
that, but you were better. “Paw print?” She brought the pencil to your other cheek and
paused, you nodded. She started to draw
the symbol of your school’s mascot, the panther, and for some reason Harry
popped into your mind again. Agile.
“But I don’t want to,” you pleaded with desperate eyes, clasped hands. You even resorted to getting on your knees, pressing your skin against the hard tile. You were ready to lean your forehead against the floor and kiss it if necessary. “Please don’t make me do this.” Tears started streaming down your face and you could no longer look into your father’s remorseless eyes.
“You have to.” He folded his arms and looked away, not wanting eye contact with you either. “This is the only way for us to get out of debt,” he said quietly, watching the rain pattering against the window, the grey sky hanging above.
“It’s not the only way!” Your voice began to crescendo. “Maybe I could just get another job? Maybe you should actually try to get mom treated so that she can be healthy enough to work instead of ignoring her condition because we’re fucking broke!”
BTS reaction - to you (their crush) suddenly jumping into them while watching a horror movie
Jin: He would simply be surprised. If you squealed in horror when the ghost on the screen popped up, he would let his natural caring instincts come out and help you look away from the screen when another jump scare were to pop up. If you were starting to get extremely scared to the point where you were almost on the brink of crying, he would suggest watching a different movie
Namjoon: Would be smug af. If you jumped into his arms, he would feel like he is the “big shots” and would enjoy the feeling of being able to protect you. He would pull you closer to him and gently pat your head while saying something like “its ok.. Oppa is here to protect you *smug ass smirk*” and would keep you there for the duration of the rest of the movie
Yoongi: He would laugh at you, like how he laughs at Hoseok when he’s scared. The reason of his laughing wouldn’t be because he thought that you being scared was funny, it was solemnly because he thought that how scared you were, and how you hung onto him like a little girl, was extremely cute. He ,however, wouldn’t exactly know what to do, so he would end up chuckling a little without saying anything, but unconsciously bringing you closer and closer to his chest while the movie progressed
Hoseok: Honestly,he would be doing the same thing lol. We all know how scared Hobi is of anything “horror” related ‘or anything in general really lol’, so you two would be scared together. I can honestly see him being a really good friend to watch scary movies with, if you yourself were scared of horror. Sometimes having someone that experiences the same feelings as you, is even more assuring that having someone that can stand up to the horror. Every time a jump scare you come up, you guys would be screaming together. If you were to jump into his arms, he would jump in as well, causing you two to hang on to each other the whole duration of the movie
Jimin: Another one to be extremely smug about your actions. Jimin would like the sense of being an “Oppa”, and would love that he was in the position to protect you. If you started burying your face into his chest out of the overwhelming sense of horror that you couldn’t take anymore, he would carefully wrap his arms around you and place his chin on the top of your head and softly whisper “sh…shh… the monster will never be able to get to you,,, at least while I’m here protecting you…*get’s shy from his own words* *Jungkook cringing in the background*
Taehyung: He would be the type to try and make you forget about how scared you are. After he would see how terrified you are, he would joke about it and in his mind, he is secretly thinking about all the things he could do to make you feel better. He would do things like going up to the tv and making a fake sword and pretend to fight the ghost, or just something simple like tickling you until you burst into laughter. After he would get you feeling better, he would look at you lovingly, relieved that you’re finally not too scared
Jungkook: This really depends on how comfortable you are around each other. In the context that you’re extremely comfortable… He would gently giggle while looking down at you, completely hanging onto him like he was the last thread of hope you had to live. He would find this extremely adorable, but would still want to hide his feelings toward you, so would end up covering up his feeling by teasing you and saying something like "It’s just a movie y/n..*awkward scoff*”. What he wouldn’t be able to ignore was the irresistible urge to keep you tight in his arms while he protected you, and kept you safe from the rest of the universe (and this movie). He would try to fight it back, but would ,unknowingly to him, tighten his grip around you while you were literally squishing your head into his shoulder out of horror. He would only notice that he would be doing this if you said something like “Jungkook.. you’re hurting me”, and would finally notice exactly how tight his grip was on you, and would awkwardly take his arms off you with a blushing face
// OmG This is literally cuteness overload <3<3 GIF ARE NOT MINE ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER. just needed to say that lol… hoped you liked it ^^ //
Do you haves any S/O with junkrat and Roadhog sitting face? Separately of course.
This man would die if you didn’t sit on his face. One of the things he absolutely loves is giving oral. If you want it, he wants it, no questions. He’s like a kid in a candy store, practically vibrating he’s so excited. Your inner thighs are covered with bites, yours hips are bruising where he was holding you, and you’re probably overstimulated because he doesn’t know when to stop.
Secretly, really into it but at the same time not so sure about it because he’d have to take his mask off. But after a bit of convincing he’d be down for it and you are going to regret asking. You’ll be put through so much orgasim denial, you’ll cry and I’m not kidding. You’re trembling, shaking, in tears, and just begging for him to stop playing around and let you finish. You’re probably squishing your thighs around his head too, but he’s cool with it.
// Namjoon, Jimin, Reader Genre: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 1700ish The passionate sympathy you have for Jimin’s emotional struggles puts you in the middle of the two men’s affections and insecurities. Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI - Part VII - Part VIII
A/N: Jimin makes me feel all cuddly inside. Also, have four minutes of Jimin laughing. Video isn’t mine, but it made my day. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBII//
“Sorry for butting in,” you mumbled, looking over at the guys. Jungkook, eyebrows raised, was looking between his hyungs, one of them appearing very surprised and the other just annoyed.
“You guys just stay here and wait for practice to start,” Namjoon said, showing no sign that he had even heard you as he left the practice room mumbling something about the manager.
He was sure he was going to do it. He had made up his mind and tonight was the night. God, he hadn’t remembered the last girl he needed to convince himself to kiss. He thought about telling you that. How he had kissed plenty of girls. Simply leaned in and watched their lips pucker. All it had taken was a smirk and a finger under their chin and he had watched people melt before him. It happened to him too; there had been hands in his hair and his lips had been left raw before. But none of them were you.
He had kissed plenty of girls. That was what he was going to say until he really thought about how that might sound. How it might void all the things he wanted to follow it with. How what he really meant was no one else had driven him as mad as you. It distressed him to think that kissing you, something he physically craved, could mess it all up. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Here he was standing on your front steps in his coat, with his shirt peeking through, cause quite honestly he hadn’t realized it was going to snow. Just a few minutes ago he was sat in his living room with half wrapped presents at his feet and a mug of tea in his clutches, but then he saw out of the corner of his eye the glinting of something buried under the mounds of mail he had really been meaning to go through. And then he was getting up and pulling out of the pile, what he now realized was a Christmas card covered in glitter, and tearing it open. It was a Christmas card from you and suddenly his heart was beating faster, his palms a little sweaty and he began to pacing. How long had this been just sitting here? What kind of fool doesn’t open Christmas cards? Now he looks like an idiot for not at least sending you a card or calling to thank you.
He had gone back to the couch to read the card, taking a few deep breaths, trying to think if he had anything in the house he could wrap up for you. But his eyes were already wandering to your scratchy and slightly smudged handwriting on the card.
Merry Christmas! It’s been a pleasure working with you this year. Thanks for not judging me too hard when I mess up your calendars or accidentally butt dial you at 2 in the morning…you’re an alright boss. Merry Chris- oops already said that (: Guess what I mean is, since it’s Christmas just thought I’d say I’ve always been yours. Xx.
The truth was, this hadn’t just come at a bad time. You had come at a bad time. You had come in the wrong place. He wasn’t supposed to want to kiss his assistant. He definitely was not supposed to be standing on her doorstep, but here he was because it was Christmas and his Mum always said, “When it’s Christmas, love is all around.”
He tugged at his coat, cursing himself for not changing out of his shirt into something warmer. “Damnit Harry! Couldn’t have decided to really love big furry jumpers this year instead of sheer shirts? Look like a prick out here in this Gucci shirt!”
Perhaps he had been berating himself just a little too loudly because suddenly the light on your front porch flicked on and he could hear shuffling coming from behind the door. He had to plant his feet firmly on the ground, as not to run off into the snow-covered streets, but he forced himself to stand there as you unlocked the door and yanked it open.
“Harry?” You had your head squished in between the door and the frame, but he caught a glimpse of the reindeer clad pajamas that you were wearing and it made him smile just a bit. And he’d be lying if he didn’t think that when you said his name it was almost as if you had been expecting him.
He realized he had to speak though because after all he was the one standing on your front porch on Christmas Eve at god-only-knows what time. “I-I got your card and I wanted to say ‘thank you’.”
“Oh…you’re welcome. I’m glad you got it.” You were now avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.
“And I just figured since it’s Christmas and all…well honestly, I’ve probably watched too much ‘Love Actually’ and I guess I kinda fancy myself Hugh Grant.” He thought maybe if he rambled for a bit he could avoid telling you he wanted to kiss you. “But I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t want to kiss you and that I shouldn’t even begin to think about you and I in any sort of way but…”
You had opened the door a little more, stepping outside just enough to reach your arm out and touch Harry’s arm, which immediately made him stop talking.
“Harry, I wrote you that card because I wanted you to come here. Well, maybe not so late and when it was so cold. But I wanted you to know how I felt and maybe I’ve been watching a few too many Christmas movies too.”
He felt himself exhale and finally let himself look at you for the first time since he’d been there. You looked different; your hair piled on top of your head, the remnants of that day’s mascara underneath your lower lashes, and there was a trace of whipped cream on your upper lip. And then he realized he didn’t have to say anything, didn’t have to explain why he wanted to kiss you; he just had to do it.
And you welcomed him in with a gentle tug of his collar and a hand at the back of his neck. He could now taste what was very clearly hot chocolate on your lips and he liked it because he expected nothing less from you.
“Harry, do you want to come in?” You asked only as your lips broke apart, the rest of you remaining unbearably close. “If you come in, I’ll submit my letter of resignation right now. It’ll only take me a minute to type up, honest.”
Harry let out a laugh, and he could see his breath in the night air, “No, yeah, I’ll come in. Yeah, I’d like that. Think you have any more of that hot chocolate?”
Sam is known for his masculine figure however when it comes to cheering you up his masculine figure helps. His arms being so large are the most comfy thing to cuddle with and his large chest is the best thing to squish your head in when you feel like crying. If you ever come home one day with red circles under your eyes he would stand up so his was already over powering you, then uses his arms to pull you in closer and not let you go until he was sure you were okay. Sometimes he hugged you so hard that you were struggling for breath but you didn’t mind because he was so warm and comfy and he didn’t mean it.
Dean was always the one who acted more grown up around someone who wasn’t feeling completely cheery. It surprised everyone around that he was the one who knows how to cheer you up, he was the one who had to cheer Sam up when they were younger and you were so like Sam that he knew how to cheer you up. When you started to feel sad dean would drag you to a place that had a stereo so that you could place music, and he would dance and sing with you until you were both frantically dancing around, singing at the top of your lungs until Sam had to come in and ask what on earth the racket was.
When ever you get emotional Cas never knows how to handle it properly. As he has never really experienced trying to cheer someone else up, he starts to freak out. In the end you are the one trying to calm him down. The way he starts to over react makes you laugh, the way he starts to pace up and down, waving his hands everywhere. Then as soon as you start laughing he looks confused at you then in turn, he would start smiling. When you were both were smiling he would try to keep you that way as long as possible.