“Your friends have to hate me. There’s no
other explanation for this.”
You glance at Jay through the
mirror and laugh at the sight of him sitting at the head of your shared bed,
arms folded across his chest and pout on his lips. He’s been sitting there,
sighing or huffing in a not-so subtle attempt to catch your attention for the
past twenty minutes and he doesn’t want to beat around the bush anymore. “I
promise,” you laugh as you turn to face him, “they’re not doing this on
purpose. You’ve been out of the country. You should still be out of the
country. It’s not their fault that the tour ended early and you’re home
“You should cancel,” Jay hums
as he crawls across the bed to sit at the side. His arms wind around your waist
and drag you back onto his lap before you can protest. “We haven’t gotten reacquainted
anyways here’s a bunch of free to use pride month icons! ;v; if anyone has any requests for pride flags then just hmu ;3c i’ll hopefully get the other half of the cast done by tomorrow or in a couple of days!!
You were so confused that it angered you. Why was it so hard to decide? Who did you really like back? Why did they both have to like you? You began questioning what was so great about you. All your life you were never faced with these kinds of problems. Problems that required you to choose someone over another. If you chose Taehyung, it’d hurt Jungkook. If you chose Jungkook, it’d hurt Taehyung. You weren’t used to this kind of affection. You weren’t used to two guys liking you at once. That’s something your other prettier friends had to deal with. You’d always feel bad for them, thanking whoever it was that managed the world for not torturing you like that. You let out a groan for the 100th time that day. You wanted to answer as soon as possible. You knew you wouldn’t want to wait long for your crush to tell you how they felt. Grabbing at your locks, you pace around your flat. Think, think, think. Who do you like better? You shook your head at yourself. You liked them both equally, them being close to you in their own ways. Finally you sat down and began to pick out individual things the other did for you. You smiled through it, your heart fluttering at the sweet things that went unnoticed by you. You remember the day you were having a breakdown about Taehyung and Jungkook stayed with you, softly singing to you sweet love songs. You paid no attention to the words though. You thought of it as a caring act from a friend to a friend. Or the times he’d hold you in such a caring way that it made you blush. It made you realize Tae was right. You do get quiet flustered when Jungkook is mentioned. A best friend definitely doesn’t do what Jungkook does. He’d grab your hand at random times and just hold it to his face, smiling cutely while whispering softly, “You’re cute, y'know?” If he was feeling really extra he’d even give your hand a peck.
As you thought to yourself about Jungkook you were all smiles and giggles. You stopped being soft and covered your mouth, blushing. You were acting like a 13 year old girl about Jungkook, who you weren’t even sure you liked in that way. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you get your thoughts together. Why were you even acting like this? It’s not like anyone was experiencing you act this way. “Uh..” You chew on your lip, trying to make up some excuse for yourself about why you were acting so girlish. You weren’t very good at accepting your own feelings. Y/N, who are you kidding? You like Jungkook. Admit it! You blink rapidly, mouth open. You liked Jungkook. But did you just like him? No, honestly, you love Jungkook. You love his cute smile, his weird laugh, the weird shit he says and overall, the way he treats you. It took you all this time to realize this? You felt stupid. Finally accepting your feelings and getting it into your brain that you felt the same, you run to your room. Picking up your phone, you quickly call Jungkook. “Hello?” All of a sudden you felt nervous. Why was it difficult to talk to him now? You’d done it lots of times before. “Uh- hey. Can you meet me at the cafe near my flat? I mean if you’re not busy, that is and if you are that’s totally fine I get it you’re a great dude who wouldn’t want to hang out with you?” Your cheeks felt hot, your gut filling with embarrassment. You just said that. You’d usually talk to Jungkook in a casual manner but now it seemed as if you were talking to him as if you barely met him. Jungkook laughed from the other line. You loved his laugh. “That’s a lot to process but yeah I’ll meet you there. Bye, love you.” Knowing that he liked you, those two words made you warm on the inside. “Love you too.”
Entering the cafe, you felt new. You felt determined to tell Jungkook you liked him. Not right now, but sometime today. Jungkook saw you and waved his hands around, telling you where he was. Smiling, you walked over to him and sat down. “Hey.” He smiles back. “Hi.” You push a strand of hair from your face, looking around before looking him in the eye. “Is everything okay? You’re acting weird.” he asks. You laugh awkwardly and shake your head. “No, no I’m fine.” Jungkook nods and pushes a coffee cup towards you. “I got your favorite.” You smile up at him. “Thanks.” He nods.
Walking along the park, it was peaceful. The sun shined on Jungkook, making him look more attractive. There were lots of people there, dogs that could drift your attention to them, but you ignored it all. All you could see was Jungkook. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The two of you walk by a bench and so you grab his hand, pulling him down so that he’s sat next to you on the bench. You look him in the eyes, gulping down your nerves. “I got to tell you something.” you say softly. “What is it?” he responds. “I’ve been thinking and I came to the conclusion that..I love you too. More than a friend. I love you like a lover does.” You quoted his words, which made him smile. And not only that but you said the words he so wanted to hear. His hand went up, placing itself on your cheek. His other hand brushed your hair from your face in a sweet manner. You smile up at him. Finally, he leans down and presses his lips against your own. They felt soft. You kiss back, arms around his shoulders. When the both of you pulled away, your foreheads were against each other and there were smiles on your faces. It was obvious how happy you two made each other. “So, will you be mine?” You laugh and peck his lips once more. “Obviously, you dork.” He laughs, his cute bunny smile showing. “Well now I’m your dork.” You nod. “Yeah, you are.”
»ahh finally I’m done with this! so many ppl wanted jungkook so here it is! I didn’t want anyone to be upset so I will be uploading a tae version tomorrow ;) hope this satisfies the jk ppl. requests are open. yeah. thank u for following me and liking my work 💕«
Prompto. He religiously sets an alarm, but always wakes up a little bit before it. Some days it slips his mind that the alarm hasn’t gone off so he’ll be in the middle of something and panic really hard because the alarm just started blaring. Those moments, he feels really grateful that he lives alone. And tries to shrug off the embarrassment by going back to doing things. He only brushes his teeth and has a little bit to eat and drink. After which he heads out for a jog. He aims for an hour, excluding the time it takes to head back home. Some weekends he might even drop by Gladio’s to do a little exercise together.
At any rate, when he heads home, he goes straight for the shower. Singing his favourite songs while he’s at it. The length of his shower really depends on how tired he feels at the moment. And also on whether or not he has a lot of other things to get done during the day. After cleaning up and getting dressed he has a little more breakfast to guarantee more energy for the day. He then usually sends a “good morning” text to Ignis, Gladio and Iris. Pointedly not sending one to Noctis because in his case, a “good afternoon” text makes more sense.
Since it’s still pretty early, he sits down to make a list of the things he needs to get done. Errands and the like. Keeping it safely, he starts getting some chores done. And everyday he ends up taking another shower because between dusting and cleaning the bathroom, he needs one just for the sake of his own sanity. If he doesn’t have anything important to attend to he just picks up his camera and goes around town taking some pictures.
189. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” 204. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”
Warnings: implied smut, kissing
A/N: this is probably gonna be bad because it’s like 5 in the morning and i can barely keep my eyes open. i’ll do the other request in my inbox tomorrow because i’ve already done like four or five today :’)
“Mornin’,” Steve greeted you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you cooked breakfast, placing kisses up your neck.
“Mornin’,” You repeated back, smiling when he kissed you.
“Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” He asked, not letting go of you.
Since Reggie broke up with you you haven’t stopped thinking about him. You loved him but he didn’t love you, not in the same way that you loved him, that’s what the problem was. When he broke up with you it came out of no where, one minute you were laughing having milkshakes at Pop’s the next he told you it was over. That night you went over to your best friend Cheryl’s and told her everything. She held you while you let out all of your tears for Reggie and kept telling you that ‘he was no good for you, Y/N/N. you deserve better’. Tonight was no different. When you texted her that he wanted to get a milkshake at Pop’s and that you were considering it she drove over to your house straight away. Cheryl waltzed into your house and up to your room where you were met with an unimpressed looking red haired girl still in her pyjamas.
Talkin’ in my sleep at night
Makin’ myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin’ it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
But my love, he doesn’t love me
So I tell myself, I tell myself
“Y/N, do I have to remind you what he put you through?” She asked, her arms crossed.
“Cher…” You groaned.
“He’s only calling you because he’s alone okay and probably seeking validation of some kind. Hell, he might even be drunk and looking for a hook up. You know it’s true, Y/N. He’s done it before.” Cheryl moved over to sit on your bed with you and looked at you knowingly. You moved your gaze from Cheryl to your phone knowing she was right. “You know that if you keep letting him in he’s just going to hurt you. Y/N, do you remember all the times I spent holding you, watching you cry tears for him even though he never deserved them in the first place. It broke my heart seeing you like this so excuse me for being harsh but I’ll be damned if he manipulates you and hurts you again. If you keep being his friend you’ll never get over him and you won’t be able to move on.”
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him
Cheryl was right her words were harsh, they stung you a little but deep down you knew she was right. “You’re right.” You mumbled barley audible but Cheryl heard you. She looked at you with empathy and hugged you.
“It’s going to be okay, Y/N/N.” She assured you. Cheryl pulled away from the hug, her previous look of empathy changing to determination. “Here’s what we’re going to do. First past me your phone.” She held out her hand for you to give her your phone which you reluctantly obliged to. “We’re going to send him one last text telling him you over his sorry ass and that you want nothing to do with him and then you’re going to block him and delete his number. Secondly, you’re not going to speak to him or look at him at school. Thirdly, you’re going to dress to impress. You’re going to make me regret the way he treated you and make him miss you and you are not to take him back, under any circumstances.” You nodded taking your phone back off her. She has already done rule one, deleted any trace of him off of your phone including any photos. You were determined to follow these rules, determined to finally rid your life of Reggie Mantle.
I’ve got new rules, I count 'em
I’ve got new rules, I count 'em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count 'em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
The next day proved more difficult than you expected. The moment you walked into school you were met with the rowdy noise of some of the football team with the one person you were trying to avoid bang in the middle of the group, Reggie. He spotted you and started walking towards you. You immediately turned around and walked away from him. Every time you would try to move on from him he would give you one look, one smile and you would be back to square one. After what Cheryl had told you you were now seeing things more clearly and in a different light. You realised that he only called you because he was lonely and needed validation or was drunk and wanted a hook up. You realised that if you keep being his friend you’ll never get over him. He didn’t love you the same way you loved him, and he never will. “Why are you avoiding me, Y/N?” You froze upon hearing a familiar voice behind you. You gulped and turned around slowly. Sure enough, there he was standing in front of you. You were willing yourself to be strong right now and not fall back under his charm.
“Reggie.” You said, bored and unimpressed. He flinched slightly at your tone not hearing it before. Normally, he’s met with hopefulness and eagerness from you. Your cold tone was a foreign concept to him. “Didn’t you get my text. I’m over you. Don’t call me ever again.”
I keep pushin’ forwards
But he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(Nowhere to turn, no way)
(Nowhere to turn, no)
Now I’m standing back from it
I finally see the pattern
(I never learn, I never learn)
But my love, he doesn’t loves me
So I tell myself, I tell myself
I do, I do, I do
Requests are open
A/N: I didn’t think I’d do another song fic yet here we are… anyway I was supposed to post part 4 for the Other Lodge but instead I wrote this so part 4 may be done for tomorrow
summary: atletico madrid get knocked out of the copa del rey and antoine looks to his girlfriend for comfort
You hadn’t been able to make it to the game that evening. Instead of heading to Barcelona to watch the match live and cheer Atletico on from the stands, you’d been forced to
rely on Twitter, thanks to your boss insisting on holding a meeting the next morning at 9am.
If it were any other match, you would have been disappointed. Instead, you’re kind of grateful. Watching Antoine’s face fall and a sad
smile grace his features as the team applauded the away fans had been bad enough through your laptop
screen, and you’re pretty sure seeing it in the flesh would have been enough to make
you never want to watch a football match again.
Summary: You’re about to take an important oral examination and best friend Peter tries to calm you down.
A/N: inspired by the absolute mess I was before, during, and after my Instituto Cervantes interview (Spanish examination)
Also, requests are open! Send me some prompts/songs/ideas/comments/whatever and i’ll get right on it :)
“Y/n…” your best friend Peter dragged out. He had invited himself over to your apartment after school despite your complaints.
“Notice meee,” he pouted. He had been mindlessly staring back and forth between his phone and the back of your head as you sat revising notes on your desk. You never minded Peter when he got like this, you were just as clingy, if not more if it were the other way.
“I have to get this done. It’s tomorrow! Shouldn’t you be studying Parker?” You sighed as you read over what you had just written. Spanish had never been your strong suit even though you really wished it could be. “I’ve already studied for Spanish. And you have too, it’s time for a break.” You shook your head as you flipped to the next page ready to start on more notes.
Peter knew better than to force you out of studying. Instead, he just sat on your bed offering words of encouragement as you slaved away trying to memorize all the conjugations of ser, dar, and everything else.
Your interview was after all of your classes. You had practiced the whole day, reciting your conversational points over and over again. Peter carefully watched as you went over the notes in your head, he knew you could do it.
When the time came for your orals, you could not help but feel the anxiety creep up in your bones. Tears found their way into your eyes and your heart beat quickened but you tried your best to hide it. Peter noticed it and pulled you in for a hug right before you were called in. “You got this,” he whispered, sending you a soft smile. You nodded despite feeling the anxiety rise higher.
You had never felt any dumber. You had forgotten even the simplest of talking points. Luckily, you were placed with a nice Spaniard who took it slow and repeated his questions. The feeling of anxiety stayed throughout the whole interview and you could not breathe nor speak nor hear. It was a mess and you were sure you failed.
You walked out of the classroom profusely apologising to the professor before faking a smile when met with other students. You answered their questions with fake enthusiasm and tried your hardest to hide the tears of frustration.
Once you spotted Ned who had also just finished his, you immediately pulled him into a hug. “I fucked up. Really badly.” You whispered as he rubbed your back. “Me too! My Spanish really sucks,” he tried to empathise but you knew he probably did really well. You pulled away and was about to say that but your eyes caught sight of Peter and you felt like breaking down.
He had probably just aced his oral exam. He wore a small smile as he nonchalantly walked past other students who paid him no attention. He spotted you as you began to briskly walk away. He called out to you but you pretended he was too far away to hear. By the time you reached the front doors of the school, you heard him once again. “Y/N, wait up. How was it?” He made it to you and you immediately dropped your fake smile. He took notice of this.
“I fucked up.”
Those three words broke Peter’s heart. He knew how much you studied for this. He pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back. “Hey, it’s alright. You’ve still got next year,” he spoke with a soft voice. You remained silent, cursing yourself for being so stupid. “You’re sleeping over. No excuses. We’re gonna eat ice cream and chips until were pigs and watch movies until our backs are damaged.” He dragged you by the hand to his apartment and though you were still really sad with the outcome of your hard work, you appreciated Peter trying to cheer you up.
“As long as you did your best, that’s all that matters. That way, you didn’t let the only important person down, yourself.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and soon you were both back to laughing at crappy movies like the good old days.
Imagine being Rick's girlfriend and Negan wanting you.
(Alright I know I had the Andrea request to post before this one but I still wasn’t done with it…sorry :’( but I had this one ready so i’m posting it before. Don’t worry tomorrow I promise i’ll post the other request :D. Hope I got this request right and it makes sense, it’s quite a long one…Gif not mine/Found it on google)
You and Rick have been together since the prison had gone down.
You were with him and Carl and eventually grew closer. You had stayed by his side all to keep him safe and alive.
The time he hasn’t responded you it had made you cry and you kept talking to him in hopes he would hear you.
You were crying and kept your head down. “Rick…Rick…please…please just wake up…you can’t leave…not yet…I…I love you…I really do…” He opened one eye and smiled “Really…” Getting your head up you yelled “Rick!”
In that instant you grabbed him and held him in a tight hug.
He laughed and said “Never thought I’d wake up being so happy…”
You held him and said “Rick…I thought you would leave me…”
Pulling out you continued “Just wait till I get Carl!”
You tried getting up but he caught your arm and pulled you in a kiss. You kissed him back and when he stopped he told you “Didn’t wanna know my thoughts before getting Carl?”
Shy you blushed and laughed. You then said “I…I didn’t expect you to hear it! Well…now you know and…”
He kissed you again and after said “You sure are cute when you’re nervous!”
You laughed and got out of his hold to go and get Carl. That day had one of the most beautiful moment you had since the outbreak.
As you were in Alexandria, your relationship with Rick, Carl and Judith had just seem to grow stronger. ~~~
The morning Maggie felt sick, Rick and the others were preparing to leave and get to the Hilltop colony to get a doctor for her.
After what you and your group did to the Saviors, you always felt worried that something would happen to Alexandria or worst to the people that were dear to you.
While everyone was preparing to get Maggie out, you had decided to get whatever you needed and go with them.
However as you walked to the RV Rick stood in front of you and said “Y/N…You need to stay here and look after Carl and Judith…I don’t want you out there…It’s not safe…”
“No I need to go…” Before you could say anything more he cut you off and said “You can’t, you need to stay here and keep the others safe, especially Carl and Judith”
As he said the words you saw Carl get in the RV and looked back at Rick.
“How am I suppose to keep him safe if he’s going to?”
As you said you got in the RV and continued
“Besides Gabriel and the others are looking after Judith!”
By then Rick just had to let you come along.
In the RV you stayed by Maggie’s side and held her hand. You comforted her and made sure she wasn’t in too much pain.
The road was long and even longer as some men had been blocking the path. The sight of them had made you even more anxious about Alexandria and you could only hope that your home was going to be okay.
You were all now at the end of the last road and once more it was blocked. Luckily Eugene came up with a plan to trick the Saviors who were following you, by driving the RV while the rest of you walked in the woods to reach destination.
As you prepared to walk in the darkness, before you could leave you had hugged Eugene and thanked him for what he was willing to do for all of you.
You had all been walking in the woods for about an hour in the dark. Even in the dark you still held and stayed by Maggie’s side.
The more you got further from the road the more you seemed anxious. Something felt wrong, sure there were high chances of all of you walking towards walkers but something felt else just felt just as sinister.
And that’s when you were right.
You all heard whistles coming from each side of the forest. All looking at each other, you all ran as far as you could together trying to get away from it.
Unfortunately, you all had to come to a stop as you were surrounded by so many people and a few cars came driving along the road.
A man came up to all of you and brought Eugene to show all of you that the plan had failed. He then said “I’m going to need all of your weapons and on your knees…”
Rick stared at him and that’s when the man pointed his gun at Carl and ordered “Now…”
Rick looked back at everyone and you. He seemed so confused and just had to accept what was happening.
The other Saviors came up to you and frisked you to take your weapons.
Afterwards you all got on your knees, even Maggie.
Afraid her condition might get worst you had stayed next to her to hold her if anything were to happen.
As everyone was on their knees, the man called for someone and they came back with your friends that had left looking for Daryl that morning.
It had surprised you and honestly seeing them alive relived you but it also made you nervous.
As You were all lined up , the man then walked over to an RV and knocked on it.
A man walked out, you couldn’t see his face but you heard him say
“Pissin’ our pants yet?” He smirked and walked out of the darkness.
And continued “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close…”
He was tall and was wielding a barbed wire baseball bat. In all honesty, he scared you and you couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes.
He walked over to the other end, where Carl was and said “It’s going to be pee pee pants city real soon…”
“Now which one of you is the leader” he said. His man pointed at Rick and he continued “You’re Rick right? I’m Negan”
Hearing his name had scared you even more. You had heard horror stories from this man and had hoped you all had eliminated him when you attacked the Saviors but unfortunately you knew now you didn’t.
Negan continued and talked to Rick about how his men were killed by you and your group.
“You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes…” He had a serious looked and suddenly smiled and said “Yes you are!”
He started to speak again and walked along the line to get a closer look of everyone’s face.
But when he got to you, he stopped and stared. You stared back up and made eye contact with. His smile got even wider and he had a sparkle in his eyes. Love at first sight wasn’t something Negan would’ve believed in but seeing you he knew what the feeling meant.
You on the other hand stared back on the ground.
“And who do we have here?!” he said
You didn’t answer him but Rick almost got up until Negan’s man held a gun behind him to get him to get back on his knees.
Negan laughed and said “Oh…I get it…she’s your other half!”
Rick could only stare at you and back on the ground.
“Yeah…a fine piece huh!… Man, this is going to be hard to pick someone to beat…”
He stayed in front of you and playfully arranged his outfit and hair as if to impress you and asked you “You like this? Huh! Come on honey…Me and you…can you picture it?”
You glared at him and he laughed and said “Don’t tempt me like that! Not here! There’s other people here, not to mention your man…”
He then got closer to Rick and said “You see Rick…we’ve been investing in all of you…you have shit…you give it to us…If not..”
He showed his bat named Lucille as he walked along the line and said “All this…all this is just a pick out of which one of you gets the honor…”
He paused and continued “But seeing as you are all scared shitless now! I’m willing to be lenient and offer a different deal… We’ll only take half of your shit! And no one’s needs to get hurt…physically! That is.”
He walked back to you and stared at you again “Yeah…half of your shit…” And laughed
In that instant Rick knew what he meant, Negan wanted you and half of Alexandria’s supplies. Rick wanted to get close to you but couldn’t he saw the fear in your eyes as Negan shamelessly stared at you .
He started to feel even more anxious and nervous and tears started to come to his eyes. It was clear he was crying and try to held it in.
He felt so weak for not being able to do anything to save you, to save his son and to save his friends.
Negan shook his head and walked back to Rick and said
“No…No…You can’t cry! You’re their leader! You can’t be weak like this, I mean you weren’t weak when you sneaked behind my back and killed my men right? So you can’t be weak when i’m offering you a better deal than I’ve ever offered to anyone.”
Rick was having a hard time to breathe between his sob, he shook his head and managed to tell Negan
“She’s…she’s mine…you…can’t… you can’t have her!”
Negan could only laugh and say “Rick…this is the only deal…You don’t want to leave with someone’s dead body right?”
Rick could only keep saying “She’s mine…”
Negan smiled and told him “Yes, like I said I’ll take half of your shit…and half of your shit includes her!”
Request: Hey can I please request a jay imagine where the reader has like a video blog and her fans want her to do the chapstick challenge and she does it with jay?
It was an uncharacteristically bland day at Auradon Prep and y/n had nothing to do. She decided that, if anything, she could always film a video for her blog. She was supposed to upload one tomorrow anyway.
Racing around her room, she gathered everything she needed, her tripod, her camera, lights, and a few other supplies. Y/n checked her watch. 3:30. Her boyfriend, Jay, would be done with tourney practice any second now. She sat on her bed, angling the camera, adjusting the lights, when Jay walked in. He tossed his tourney bag on the floor and flopped onto her bed. “Hey, princess. Filming a video?” He asked as he stretched and made himself comfortable.
“Exactly. You’re actually going to be in it with me.” Pulling out a large bag from under her bed, Y/n got to work.
Jay laughed, sitting up and snatching the bag from her. “What’s in this? Candy?” He was about to accuse Y/n of hoarding when she placed a blindfold on over his eyes.
“Stay still. I have to film my into.” Y/n pushed Jay out of frame, laughing as he struggled to find the edge of the bed. She quickly turned the camera on and filmed her into before pulling Jay back in frame. “Today I am joined by my wonderful-”
“Dashing, charming, super hot-” Jay interrupted, pulling the blindfold off and flinging it at y/n.
“Boyfriend.” She finished, picking the blindfold up and setting it on her lap.
“Today we’re going to do a challenge!”
“Oh, you’re going down.” Jay taunted, cracking his knuckles.
Y/n rolled her eyes, giving her boyfriend a playful shove. “A lot of you guys suggested that we do the chapstick challenge. I’m happy to tell you that we will be doing just that.” Jay gave her a confused look. “It works like this. I have a large selection of chapsticks to choose from. One of us will be blindfolded while the other one will choose a chapstick and apply it.”
“So, then the blindfolded person kisses them and guesses the flavor, right?” Jay opened the bag and scanned the chapsticks, already attempting to cheat.
“Jay!” Y/n snatched the bag from him and hurriedly put the blindfold on him. “No cheating. Okay! Let’s start the video. The audience will know what flavor I select, but you won’t, right Jay?” Y/n said sternly.
“Right.” He grumbled.
Y/n took out a random chapstick and showed it to the camera before looking at it herself. Green Apple. She applied it and smacked her lips together. “Okay, pucker up.” She leaned in and kissed him. She pulled back quickly, chuckling. Jay licked his lips. “Oh, I can’t tell. I need another kiss.” He leaned forward, a playful smirk etching its way onto his features.
Y/n rolled her eyes and kissed him again, though this time he cupped her face in his hands and deepened the kiss. She kissed him back for a moment before remembering that she was filming. She pulled away, flustered.
“Okay, no more kisses. Take a guess.”
“Green apple,” Jay responded immediately, a proud smile on his face. “Your turn.”
Y/n frowned, wiping the chapstick off. “You got that after the first kiss, didn’t you?”
“Oh yeah. You know green apples were my go-to snack back on the isle?” He took his blindfold off and placed it over y/n’s eyes. “Alright, now let me choose a good one.”
“Be kind to me, Jay.” She grumbled, mentally running through the different types of chapsticks she had bought. After a moment, Jay said he was ready and leaned in, barely grazing his lips against y/n’s. “Well, that’s hardly fair!” She complained. “You barely touched me!”
“Too bad. Guess.” Jay grinned, winking at the camera. Y/n sighed and licked her lips, thinking long and hard about it.
“Cherry.” She guessed, certain that she was right. She lifted her blindfold and frowned, seeing Jay with a huge smile on his face. “Was I wrong?”
Jay laughed, pointing at the bag of chapsticks. “I didn’t put any on.”
Y/n, flustered, blushed and lightly slapped Jay’s shoulder. “Jerk.”
“You love me.” He teased, pecking her cheek. “You love me and my naturally cherry flavored lips.”
“Shut up. Well, that’s all we have for today! Next week I’ll try to convince Jay to let me do his makeup.” Y/n finished, waving goodbye at the camera and turning it off.
“That was fun. We should do it again sometime.” Jay mumbled, flopping down on y/n’s bed and patting the space next to him. “I need a nap though.”
“Me too.” Y/n admitted, snuggling in next to him. “Good night.” After a few minutes, y/n began to doze off.
“Do I really taste like cherries?” Jay whispered.
“Yes, now shut up and let me sleep.”
Jay eventually fell asleep with a smile on his face and his favorite person in his arms.
BTS Reaction/Scenario: Overhearing You Talking About Your Crush On Them
Okay so I’ll continue with the ships and requested reactions tomorrow, but for now I’m going to post what I’ve been working on tonight!
So I had this idea to incorporate little scenarios, basically these are mini fan fics, and how they’d react in the circumstances. Should I call these reaction-scenarios? Idk. But see it as a little gift before I have to get back to college - I’ve done a fresh plot and scenario for each member! :) (some are longer than others though sorry)
Sat in a coffee shop with your friend to catch up and gossip, your conversation leads to romance and your friend asks if there’s anyone special in your life. Unknowingly, you begin to tell her about the cute guy Namjoon from work as he is sat just a few tables away.
A/N: This is pretty short. Like not even a thousand words. I hope you like it! I know I have a lot of other requests to take care of but I have to get home work done, and if I don’t post/finish prompt requests today, they’ll hopefully be done tomorrow. Inbox always open, this is still going on for the week.
~ Admin Brooklyn
“I’m sorry,” Minho apologized, his eyes were wide in shock. You shook your head tears started to fall down your cheeks slowly. Minho stepped forward, ready to grab your hand. You stepped back before he could touch you, your hand retracting back into your chest. You held your arms together, rubbing them lightly as you stepped away from him.
“No,” you cried. A sob left your lips, shaking your shoulders. You looked towards the door, beginning to turn away from him. His eyes widen as you turn away from him and leave the room.
“Wait. I didn’t mean that. Please come back.” A humorless laugh left your lips as well as a loud sob. You shake your head and turn towards him as we entered the hallway.
“You didn’t mean to call me a clingy attention whore,” you hissed. He frowned sadly as you continued to cry.
“No I didn’t,” he started. You rolled your eyes and began to walk away, but he caught your hand. He held it gently as he pulled you closer to him. You tried fighting him, but he was stronger and got what he wanted as he turned you around. “I didn’t mean it at all. I’m just so tired from working on the new album, and I know you mean the best. I just lost my temper.”
You just stared at him, not knowing if you should accept his apology. He continued to hold your hand, rubbing light circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. You wanted to pull away, but he pulled you into a hug. His hand came up to your head, lightly stroking your hair.
“Jagi, I’m so sorry,” he whispered in your hair. You leaned into his chest, letting his arms wrap around you tightly.
“You’re gonna have to make it up to me,” you say quietly. He kissed the top of your head.
“Anything for you (Y/N),” he said, still brushing your hair. You nodded your head leaning against his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
Just some cute, domestic Malec fluff I wrote this week, inspired by this amazing drawing by mundanelion.
It was the
first genuinely warm day after what seemed like an eternity of cold, rainy
weeks in New York. And Magnus Bane intended to make the most of it. His entire week had been extremely busy – he
felt like there was hardly a downworlder in New York that had not been one of
his clients over the course of the past few days.
CW: Fem reader. Angst. Light fluff. THIS IS THE FIRST THING I’VE WRITTEN FOR THIS BLOG THAT ISN’T PORN OMG. Obviously the title is from the song Halo by Beyonce. There’s a cover by Lotte Kestner that’s really beautiful and it’s what I listened to while writing this. It fits the fic pretty well. Go check it out. Smut will resume tomorrow. I got your requests, anons. It shall be done.