two days later oh by the way

bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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Have You Seen This Painting of A Hallway?

I got this package in the mail from my dad: brown paper wrapping, large but flat, with the word “FRAGILE” written on it in black ink. When I unwrapped it, it was this big, acrylic painting, framed in some sort of bronze-gilded plaster.

The painting itself was of this long hallway full of doors, kind of like you’d see in a fancy hotel. The walls had edging about halfway up, the upper part was painted sort of an off white while the lower half was a crimson red that blended into the carpeting. Between each door was an up-turned light, as well as on the far wall at the end, where the corridor seemed to connect to another hallway running perpendicular to it, disappearing around a corner.

It was really amazing detail, though I wouldn’t call it life-like by any means. Just the sheer amount of intricate pieces to each aspect of the scene showed that the artist really paid attention to every little thing, like somewhere in the world was this hallway, and you could stand in it and hold the painting up in front of you and if it weren’t for the border and the clearly stylized art, you wouldn’t be able to tell where the canvas ended and the real world began.

I called him up and thanked him immediately.

“But where’d you find this?”

“I got it at an auction.”

I kinda figured as much.

So I hung up the painting in my office, just behind my desk, which I realized later wasn’t the best place for it because in order to actually look at it, I had to swivel completely around, but there wasn’t anywhere better really, and once I’d gotten it hung up, I felt less willing to take it back down, so I just left it there. It kind of hung out over my shoulder and watched me work, and every now and then I’d turn around and stare at it and get entranced by it, feeling like I could get up and put my hands in the frame and climb into the painting as if the frame were a window.

Of course, I wouldn’t be writing this if something weird didn’t happen as a result of the painting.

We had a couple friends over, Marc and Sabina, and Marc and I went into my office when the women-folk started talking about knitting, which has become my wife’s new favorite hobby. I went and sat down at my laptop to find a video I had been telling Marc about, and Marc wandered over and started admiring the painting.

“Where’d you get that?”

“My dad bought it at an auction and gave it to me.”

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s not that creepy. It’s kind of… I don’t know.”

“Hypnotic?”

“Yeah.”

I turned around to look at it with him while the video loaded. He got up close and was running his finger over the canvas, feeling the raised acrylic, and I just let my gaze wander over all the details again.

“Huh, I didn’t notice that before.”

“What?”

“At the end of the hall, there’s some sort of light coming from around the corner, and it’s casting a shadow on the floor.”

I got up and looked closer, because I really hadn’t spent a lot of time studying the far end of the hallway. There was definitely some yellow and some darker colors making what looked like the shadow of a person coming from around the corner. I even reached out and touched it to make sure it wasn’t some trick of the light in the study making it just look like there was this shadow in the painting, but I felt the paint and sure enough it was actually there in the painting.

“See what I mean?” Marc said, “Creepy.”

I genuinely felt weirded out by it. It was one of those moments where you start thinking, Why didn’t I notice this earlier? Was it there to notice?

A couple days later, I was working on a project in my study, and it was like 9:30 at night, and I just couldn’t focus, so I spun around in my chair to look at the painting and I felt this sudden vertigo effect, like the ground wasn’t there and I had to grab my chair to keep from tumbling into emptiness.

You wouldn’t have noticed it if you hadn’t looked at the painting a hundred times like I had. The hallway was long, with exactly six doors. I remember, because I counted them the first day. three on the left, three on the right, each with a little shiny, metal doorknob.

Only now there were seven doors. Three on the left, four on the right. It didn’t make sense. Everything looked proportionally exactly the same, and the far end of the corridor was just as far away, and yet there was a fourth door in the right side of the hallway, with its little metal doorknob. I don’t even know which door was the fourth door, that’s how well it blended in, I just know that there were four doors where once there were three.

“What the hell is going on?”

I turned away in my chair and back to check several times and make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, but the number of doors remained constant.

I called my dad again and I asked him, “Is this a trick painting you sent me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it keeps changing. I can see it changing.”

“Not as far I know. It was just one in a bunch I picked up all at the same auction.”

After I got off the phone I took the painting down and checked the back for some some of mechanical or digital hocus pocus, but it was all soft canvas so I left it on the floor behind my office chair with the painting facing the wall because the thought of it was freaking me out.

The next day I pulled my wife into my office and held the painting up so she could see it because she hadn’t had a chance to before.

“How many doors are there?” I asked.

She looked it over for a moment. “Seven.”

“When I first got this, there were six.”

She just looked at me like I was being a goofball. “Okay, so which one wasn’t there before?”

“I have no idea.”

“You don’t know which door magically appeared?” and she laughed and gave me a kiss and went back into the other room.

It gets worse.

The next time I chatted with Marc, I told him about the extra door in the painting.

“Are you sure there weren’t seven doors to begin with?”

“Well, I would swear I counted six.”

“Well, if another one shows up, at least Melissa counted seven, and can confirm it then. You know what you should do? You should take a photo of the painting so you can prove it if anything else changes.”

What a great idea, so I got my phone and took a photo of the painting.

Two days went by. Nothing.

On the third day, I walked into my office and there was a man staring at me. Well, I mean… it wasn’t… I can’t say that it was a man or a woman. Hell, I can’t say that it was human. There was a shape at the end of the hallway in my painting. It was oddly lacking in the detail that the rest of the painting had, like someone had hurriedly painted it on. I even ran my hand over it to make sure it wasn’t fresh, that someone hadn’t actually come in and painted over my painting to drive me crazy.

It was really there.

And the look of it scared me more than anything else, changing painting included. I wish I could do it justice with words, but the best I can describe it is that it was human-ish, with legs and arms, but it seemed squat, or hunched, and lopsided, like someone had slapped a blurry Quasimodo onto an otherwise beautiful painting. You couldn’t see the details of its face, but you could see shading on it, defining really warped features. I was almost glad that there wasn’t more detail to it, except that it left just enough to the imagination to give one nightmares.

But I had proof! Here was proof that the painting was changing. So I brought up the file on my laptop to show my wife for comparison, only when I did, the figure was in the photo I took too!

At no point did I start questioning my sanity about all this. Something unnatural and terrifying was going on, so I took the painting out of the house and set it on the curb where we put our trash for pickup. I was so done with that painting.

Or so I thought.

The next evening, when I got home from work, it was gone from the curb. I figured someone had seen it and taken it home, and I waved my hands and said, “Good, now it’s someone else’s problem.” I went in, played with daughter, had dinner, put them to bed, and after watching a show with my wife, went into my office to check my email.

No, the painting wasn’t back on the wall. I made sure of that the moment I walked in the door.

But I got a message from Marc, asking if the painting had changed anymore, and I told him about the creepy new addition and also how I had gotten rid of the painting.

“Oh man, that sounds cool. I wish I’d gotten a chance to see it.”

“Well, I can send you the photo I took of it.”

“Cool.”

So I opened the image file.

The thing in the painting had raised its arms.

Before, you could only barely make out the arms hanging at its sides, but now both arms were raised up over its head, and its fingers were spread apart like it was waving hello at me. I think it was waving hello at me.

I zoomed in, as best as I could without pixelating the image, and the shaded contours of the face seemed stretched into a grin.

Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I sent Marc the file, but the connection kept fucking up, so I put it in a folder on my dropbox account and gave him access to it.

“The file’s corrupted.” He texted me.

I tried to open it as well, but he was right. Every time I copied the image file, somehow it got corrupted.

“It must be the spooky magic.” Marc joked.

“This is no joke. I’m freaking out here.”

“Delete the file if it’s scaring you so bad.”

So I deleted the file.

But it gnawed at me, you know? The painting was still changing, in horrible, terrifying ways, seemingly acknowledging my observation of it, and now it was gone. But if it was gone, why should it matter? If something unholy happens, it’s the problem of whoever has the painting now, right? And they’ll see it changing too, won’t they?

“Oh shit.”

It was two days later, and I was organizing a folder of documents and had accidentally deleted a couple I hadn’t meant to. I went into the Windows recycling bin and –you guessed it– there was the image file along with the documents.

I had to look. I was trembling with dread at the thought of it, but when something so surreal happens to you, you have to witness it and see it through to the end.

I recovered the file and opened it.

The walls of the hallway seemed to be melting. The partition separating the red from the off-white was lower than it had been before, and drooped in places. The ridge on the lights looked like they were peeling off. The carpet seemed less crimson and more reddish brown.

And the figure had taken several steps down the corridor toward the viewer’s perspective. More details had become defined: hair hanging off its head, long and black like it had been painted with a fine-tipped brush, the eyes were little more than dull black points under the shading of the brow. The grin came with teeth, uneven and fat, like those of a child more than an adult. Its arms were extended out on either side of it, touching both walls. One foot was ahead of the other, as if I had caught it mid-step in a game of red light/green light.

I realized I was panting and shaking as I looked at it. It was really hard to breathe, an anxiety attack. The painting was going to make me pass out, just from looking at a digital photo of it.

Quickly, I closed the image to calm myself down, but that suddenly brought forth the thought, What if it progresses every time I look away? The only way to stop it is to keep looking! and I opened the file again.

No change. Oh– no, wait, that wasn’t a new change, I had noticed it before, but it hadn’t dawned on me. One of the doors was open. There was a dim blue light coming from the room inside, moonlight I thought. And just outside the threshold of the door, there was an object lying on the floor.

I zoomed in for better detail.

It was a little, yellow, stuffed lion with a scraggly, orange mane. A child’s toy. Of all the details, the melting hallway, the grinning fiend with arms wide open, the blue light from the open doorway, it was the innocent nature of that little toy lion that filled me with the most dread.

My wife came into the office.

“Come kiss Gabby goodnight.”

I went into her darkened room, where she was wrapped up in blankets in her bed, hugging a half dozen stuffed animals and looking cute as could be. My little darling. I love her so much.

I kissed my daughter goodnight. She kissed me back and hugged her little pillowpet with the built in night light. It glowed through a variety of colors.

“I love you, baby.” I told her.

“Can you get my Simba?”

I looked around. “Where’d you leave it?”

“Over there.” She pointed to the closet. The door was open, and her toy lay on the floor just inside.

Simba, her little, yellow, stuffed lion with the scraggly, orange mane.

Seeing it lying there, just past the threshold of the closet door, while the dim glow of my daughter’s night light faded from red to purple to blue, I felt my heart rise up in my chest. The closet was just a closet. I could see it was just a closet. There were clothes on hangers and bags with toys and blocks in them. They were right there. And yet, as I looked at the stuffed lion lying on the floor, waiting for me, I felt as if I could see carpeting on the floor inside the closet, even though there was none. Carpeting, not in my vision, but in my imagination. And maybe if I went in and shut the door, I’d find that the walls beyond those clothes had a wooden partition, red below, off-white above.

And maybe there was something hunched and terrible shambling its way toward us even as I stood there staring at that toy.

I walked, briskly, trying not to look half as frightened as I was, snatched up Simba and shut the closet door. My breathing was heavy, like I’d just run a mile, and I struggled to avoid gasping for breath as I tried to calm myself down.

“Hey, did that poster fall down?” I asked nobody in particular, then pretended I was trying to adjust a cat poster that had been on the floor by her dresser for months, and shoved the heavy dresser over so that it partially blocked the closet door.

“Here’s Simba, sweety.” I handed the lion to Gabby, gave her a quick hug and kiss, and wished her goodnight before rushing back to my office.

The painting had changed, as I knew it would. The open door was closed, the toy gone from the floor, the hallway was dimly lit with yellow light from the melting lights again. But the thing, that not-quite-human fiend, was standing right outside the now shut door, its body turned to face it with both hands pressed up against the door itself like it was running its hands down it, caressing it, and its head turned toward me, still grinning that awful, frightening grin full of gnashed, crooked teeth.

Oh God how close had it been? No, it’s just a closet! The hallway is not there. It’s not real. None of this is real.

I’ve put up signs around the neighborhood, knocked on doors, asked everyone I know and many I don’t if they know who took the painting. I need to find it and get it back. I want to tear it, shred it in my hands, throw it in a fire and watch it burn to ashes. Jesus God in Heaven, I hope it didn’t end up in some landfill.

I’ve learned the awful truth… All Doors Lead To The Hallway

Ten Years (Part 11)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,876

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. I originally had something completely different written, but it no longer felt like it fit with the narrative here, so I rewrote it. I accidentally increased the amount of parts needed for this story, too. I don’t really know how I feel about it, but I feel like it was necessary. Please don’t hate me, haha. BTW - Thank you so much for the sweet messages, they are simultaneously slaying me and getting me through the day.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

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SF9 reaction to their gf being really cuddly

Youngbin:

He would love to cuddle you after a long and tiring day. That would be actually his favorite part of a day. When it would be extremely hard day for him, he would lay with you on the couch, hugging you tightly to his body without saying a single word because he would know that you understand everything anyway. In this comfortable silence, you two would probably fall asleep on the couch and wake up the next day.
The first time you would hug him randomly when he is with his members, he would be super shy. Like super shy. But then he would get used to your random cuddly side and honestly it would feel weird for him without it. He would probably became that cuddle one in relationship.

Originally posted by sf9fantasy


Inseong:

Okay, let’s say it. He would be sooooo confused at first. Like he wouldn’t know what to do. “Should I hug her back? Is she okay? Maybe something happened? Why is she hugging me all of a sudden?” But when he would realize that you are always that cuddly, he would be completely fine with it.
With members in the same room, he would awkwardly hug you back, trying to avoid their attention. Then it would become something natural to him so he would automatically react to your cuddling, without even thinking.

Originally posted by fy-sf9


Jaeyoon:

Honestly I think that the first time you would hug him completely randomly he would get startled and jump a little. “Oh my god Y/N! You scared the heck out of me!”Hehe, sorry ^^;”. After that he would probably get startled a few more times, causing you to be more careful with your hugs. This little cutie would be fine with cuddling any time you want, so don’t worry!

Originally posted by kingrowoon


Dawon:

Oh man. He would love it! He would have that cute big smile on his face and hug you back instantly. He wouldn’t care if there are members or not. Your hugs would be his favorite thing on earth so he would be okay with ignoring everything else just for you. After a tiring day he would cuddle you so long and talk about everything that happened. He would fully accept your cuddly nature and show you his soft side during your daily cuddling. Of course, it couldn’t be without any “I’m a better cuddler and you know it” or “We both know that you love my hugs more than anyone else’s, just admit it”.

Originally posted by notmylane


Zuho:

This little cinnamon roll would blush. Hard. Doesn’t matter if it would be with members or without, he would be soo shy. Like he would hide his red face in palms, not sure what to do. But then he would shyly hug you back trying to hide his small smile. So cute.
With other members around he would prefer holding hands than cuddling. He would like to enjoy your warmth without other people around. But he would suddenly become super cuddly every time he would be stressed. It would help him calm down and think about stressing situation again with a fresh mind.

Originally posted by dailyjuho

this gif is killing me tbh


Rowoon:

This cute giant, oh man. Just like Dawon, he would love your cuddling nature. And when I say he would love it I mean he would absolutely love it. He would be so happy that you are like that because he loves cuddles sooo muuchh. Seriously you two would be glued to each other. Before sleep? Cuddles. Lazy Sunday? Cuddles. Break during their training? Cuddles. Shopping? Cuddles. I’m serious. It would look like you two have a little contest “who will hug another person more times”. It wouldn’t matter for him if it’s in public or not, he would still cuddle you to death. Like a giant teddy bear. Your arms would be his favorite place on earth.

Originally posted by dangchanhee

you see? cuddling machine


Taeyang:

Dang, this boy would love to cuddle you in public. I feel like he would be a little bit possessive type, so it would show the world that you are his. He would have this little cute but cocky smile on his face every time you initiate it. He would love to have you by his side, feeling support and love through your countless cuddles. That would be a definition of heaven for him. Especially after hard dance training or super stressing day, hugging you would take all bad thoughts away and calm him down. He would find his own peace in your warmth.

Originally posted by sf9

so rude


Hwiyoung:

I think that he would be shy about it. He would have a big blush on his face while asking if everything is okay. He wouldn’t know how to react, he would probably stand like a stone for the first time, not sure if he should say something or do something.
He would absolutely love cuddles with you when you two are alone but he would be more cautious with members around. He would prefer them not to see him with his girlfriend in such situation. He likes his privacy.

Originally posted by sf9stolemyheart


Chani:

Just like Hwiyoung, He would love every time you hug him, but he would prefer to avoid attention of other members. He would be sure that they would mock and annoy him to death because he’s a maknae. He would show you love in many different ways and leaving cuddles for later, when you two would have a time for yourself. That silent moment when he finally embrace you in his arms would give him this feeling, that he is not alone. The feeling that you’re real.

Originally posted by kangchaneee


Hello everyone! It’s my first reaction ever, so sorry for mistakes ^^
Hope you like it!

Oh, and by the way I decided to change my admin nickname from Little M to Boo, because that’s actually how my friends call me ^^

Have a wonderful day!

~Boo (Little M)

Can You Keep Up?

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok]
Genre: DanceAU, fluff, slight smut. 
kWriters April Prompt: Performance Arts!AU
Word Count: 7k

“I’ve never danced with someone like you before. You drive me crazy.” 

Getting into your dream dance studio was the least of your worries once you finally got accepted in. Your new worry was wether or not you’ll be able to make it through the dance competition event the studio was hosting, not only because you’re nervous that you’ll screw up, it being your first event for the studio, but also because you just so happen to be attracted to your new dance partner.

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anonymous asked:

I have a Valentine's Day based idea! sorry if it's stupid lolol Basically viktor has planned a day to show yuuri how many people love him to help him understand that he is valued and to help with his anxiety of not being good enough (cause vday can be platonic too!!) but yuuri wakes up and has other plans ;)) and Eros mode is switched on - viktor wants to tell him it's not the best idea BC people might come in but obvs he can't resist ;)) (you decide whether they're caught or not) <3333

Victor had it all planned out. He really did. He just wanted to show Yuuri how important he was, not only to Victor, but to everyone else in his life. Sometimes Yuuri needed to be reminded that it wasn’t only Victor who got his ‘life and love’ from him. What better day to show him that than on Valentine’s Day. A day of love. 

It was supposed to start with a phone-call from Yuuri’s family back home in Japan. They were going to tell him how much they loved him and how much they missed him. And afterwards, Victor was going to give Yuuri a plane ticket home for a long-weekend in a couple months to see them. He wanted to tell Yuuri that his family loved him and missed him.

Then he’d planned for them to take a walk down to the coffeeshop just around the corner with Maccachin where he’d give Yuuri a new collar he’d bought for the poodle. One that had a tag with engraved with: ‘if found, please call Victor and Yuuri at…’. It was supposed to show Yuuri how much a part he was of Victor’s small family. 

Phichit was supposed to call Yuuri after coffee. He’d even asked for a specific time so they wouldn’t be caught in the middle of walking or order coffee. He was going to tell Yuuri how much he missed rooming with him - their late night talks. After, Victor was going to show Yuuri the website he’d been looking at for new couches. Big ones that could fold out into a bed, so when (not if) friends came to visit, they could stay with Yuuri and Victor. 

After that, (and Victor had allowed extra time because Phichit really liked to talk sometimes), they were supposed to head back home where Yurio was going to visit. He was going to stop by on his way to practice and he was going to actually tell Yuuri how much he’d looked up to him in his youth (Victor had bribed him with the promise of choreography for next season). He was going to going to actually use his words to explain how dear Yuuri was to him. And Victor was going to suggest putting together an exhibition piece with all three of them in honour of their strange family dynamic. 

Then they were all supposed to head over to breakfast with Mila, Yurio and Georgi. Victor was going to show Yuuri a video he’d had the triplets back in Hasetsu make with the videos from his phone. He’d already watched it. It was heartwarming. It included scenes of well-wishes from friends at home (Yuuko, Minami, and Minako), and internationally (Guang-hong, Leo, Chris and Phichit, mostly) interspersed with snippets of rink time here in Russia where Yuuri was laughing and skating with his fellow rink-mates. 

Everything was supposed to fall into place. He’d planned it perfectly, he was sure. He wanted to make Yuuri’s heart swell with warmth and joy. Give him something to hold onto when his anxiety became too much; something Victor could remind him of when he was feeling particularly unsettled. It was the perfect sentiment for Valentine’s Day: the day of love, no matter the form. He’d planned it so the morning was for friends and family, an Agape love, with the evening reserved for him and a more Eros sentiment. 

It was supposed to be perfect. But Yuuri had made plans of his own. 


Victor gasps up at Yuuri as he slides his naked body smoothly over Victor’s as soon as their alarm rings. 

“Good morning,” he purrs, eyes dilated and aroused. He’s put on his full Eros persona and is giving Victor a show.   

“Yuuri-” Victor moans. Half of him wants to push his fiancé off, tell him to get dressed in time for his family’s call. The other half of him wants to see where this is going. 

“Shhh,” Yuuri grins, pressing a finger to Victor’s lips. “I have a Valentine’s gift I want to give you.” Victor isn’t going to refuse that. And then Yuuri does something with his mouth that drives any coherent thoughts from his mind

Ten minutes later, when his phone chimes with the call. Yuuri turns on the ‘do not disturb’ function, then throws it behind their pillows somewhere where it’ll be lost for half a day. Victor doesn’t even care. Not when Yuuri’s looking at him that way. Not when Yuuri’s captured his attention so thoroughly. 

It’s only two hours later, when Victor’s hands are tied up and out of the way, and he’s in a blissed-out state - Yuuri is gasping above him - does he hear the harsh slide of jingling keys in the lock of their apartment. 

“Oh, shit, shit,” He curses, “Yuuri, please, love,” he cries, “we need to-”

“Eyes on me only,” Yuuri demands, grabbing Victor’s chin roughly and pulling his attention back to his lover above him, unaware of what’s about to happen. 

Victor hopes dearly Yurio won’t just barge in on them because he’s powerless to stop Yuuri’s Eros right now. Yurio had been reluctant to take the keys to the apartment they’d given him months ago for his very reason - he doesn’t ever want to walk in on them. 

“Oiiii,” Yurio calls from the kitchen, “You guys back yet? Lets get this over with. I’m starving. I wanna go for breakfast.”

Yuuri doesn’t even falter in his rhythm, just raising one eyebrow as if to ask Victor ‘breakfast?’. 

“Yurio!” Victor calls out in the most even voice he can muster. “Just go ahead to breakfast by yourself! We’ll meet with you there!” 

“Huh? Why?” Yurio calls through the door. “I thought you wanted me to confess all that sappy shit to Yuuri. I’m not doing that in public.”

“Sappy shit?” Yuuri asks quietly, but Victor ignores him for a second. 

“Please, just-” he tires to explain, but breaks off with a gasp as Yuuri twists one of his nipples. 

There’s a pause where Victor’s sure Yurio’s right outside their bedroom door. It takes less than a second for Yurio to realizes what’s happening. “Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” He all-but shrieks. “Oh my god! I’m leaving. And you’re taking your key back at breakfast!” He yells, just before he slams their front door shut. 

“I ah, think we should finish up soon here,” Victor says reluctantly, turning his attention back to Yuuri. “We’re supposed to meet for breakfast. Actually, I had this whole romantic morning planned out-” he tries to explain. He’s afraid for a moment that Yuuri will be to embarrassed to continue. 

But his lover just smirks. “They can wait.”

Dating Anthony Headcanons!

A/N: This came to me and I just had to write it. Our boy Ramos doesn’t get enough love! I got a little carried away….

Warning: Nsfw under the horizontal line!!!!
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Flirting???

  • He’s the type to flirt when you’ve been together for years
  • “Damn, baby! Lemme get yo’ number!”
  • “Anthony, we’re already together…”
  • “What the heck I gotta do to be with you?”
  • “Nerd.”

Nicknames!!!

  • His nicknames for you are pretty chill
  • Baby girl, or just “baby” if you’re gender neutral!!
  • Sometimes he’ll call you “bae” to embarrass you
  • You just make up random names for him to make him blush!!!
  • “Cinnamon roll” “angel” “sweet pea” “my freckled face curly haired cutie”
  • “Curly Sue” (stolen from @hamiltonmirandaimagines)
  • Sometimes you’ll just call him “Ramos”
Cuddles
  • He loves to cuddle
  • It’s starting to become a problem…
  • “Ant, baby, I’m trying to work.”
  • “Cuddle me first!”
  • Like he’ll literally wrap himself around your leg like a child
  • He’ll rest his head on your thigh and look up at you with those big, brown eyes of his
  • You can’t say no
  • “Fine Ramos, but only for a minute.”
  • “A minute” turns into two hours

Code words…you’ll understand…

  • You and Anthony have code words
  • Anthony is known for dragging you to boring parties
  • When you want to leave all you have to say is…
  • “Anthony, let’s go home and play checkers.”
  • Before you know it, he’s saying goodbye to everyone and he’s ushering you out of the party
  • And then you two go home and….play checkers
  • ;)

You two love taking care of each other!!!

  • If you’re sick, he’s not leaving your side
  • “Sorry Alex, can come into the studio today. My baby’s not feeling well.”
  • You’ll drop everything for him in a heartbeat
  • Anthony’s upset, but you’re supposed to be going out with friends?
  • Oh well, you can go shopping another day.
  • “Sorry guys, my angel’s upset and needs cuddles. See you later.”
  • It’s a way of saying “I love you.” without saying the actual words

Kisses!!!

  • You two love kissing each other!!
  • Your favorite thing to do is kiss him all over and watch him blush
  • “Hey, Ramos?”
  • “Yeah, babe.”
  • “Wanna make out?”
  • He leaves hickies in noticeable places
  • “Anthony, these are bigger than last time!”
  • He just blushes and smiles at you with a big, innocent smile

Bonus/Miscellaneous!!
  • He loves to show you off
  • “Look at my s/o, they’re way better than yours!1!1”
  • He supports everything you do 110%
  • Make him blush 101: rap his parts from Hamilton
  • You’ll be all like “How ’bout when I get back we all strip down to our socks” and make kissy faces at him
  • He’ll get all bashful and look down at the ground


Nsfw!!!!

  • Anthony gives no fucks
  • You’ll be visiting you parents and he’ll go down on you in your childhood bed
  • “Be quiet, we don’t wanna get caught.”
  • Fingers you at the dinner table
  • Holds your hand while he goes down on you (cute)
  • A high key switch
  • Claims he’s a Dom tho
  • “That’s not what you said last night, when you were tied down with those silk ties. Begging for me to touch you.”
Present

You sat on your shared bed, looking at him.

A smile so big that it hurt your cheeks was plastered across your face, staring down at your boyfriend who was snoring into the pillows. Today was a very special day; his special day. Throughout the years of spending his birthday with him, you couldn’t help but become so excited just for the fact that you had an excuse to spoil him. Despite the constant arguments on how he insists that you should do anything ( “Nothing special about my birthday, love. No need to waste your energy on it,” he’d say, every year), but of course you never listened, and you always find ways to shower him with unconditional love and care. 

This year, you thought, would blow all the other birthday gifts out of the water. 

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11. Flirting // Nurseydex

« {Part 11 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: there’s a lot more whiskey in this than i initially intended, because i suddenly remembered that i’m actually in love with him. so… enjoy?

“You call that a slap shot, Nursey? That puck was going so slow a nine-year-old could have stopped it barehanded.”

“Tch. You’re just saying that because your last three shots went two feet wide and you’re intimidated by my mad skills.”

“What mad skills? You shoot like you’re playing mini golf.”

“At least I’ve got aim. You probably couldn’t hit the goal if it was the size of, like, a Zamboni.”

“I can hit a lot of things.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“…Are they really still going?” Tango asked Whiskey as they watched Dex and Nursey squabbling on the ice. It was eight in the morning, and practice had ended half an hour ago, but the two D-men were still on the ice trying to finish their game of Call Your Shot. At this point, it was getting a little ridiculous.

“They’re definitely… resilient,” Whiskey allowed. “Their endurance is impressive.”

“I know. Also—I can’t believe they still have insults left to throw at each other? Like, wouldn’t they have run out by now?”

“Insults?” Whiskey asked, turning to Tango and raising an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call those insults, Tony.”

“Then what would you call them?”

“Flirting,” Whiskey said flatly.

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Just Roommates (Part 3)

Originally posted by jensen-jay

Summary: Sam calls reader back to the bunker for an emergency and things come to a head…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: lots of language

A/N: Sorry, not sorry…


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Old friends (1/?)

This is my first time writing so I’m sorry if this is terrible! I’d really like any feedback or help ! 

summary:  y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Warnings : swearing, ( that’s it for now )

Pairing: none yet ;)  Sam Wilson x reader (Platonic)

( things in bold are readers thoughts)

    Its been almost 2 years since you’ve seen Sam Wilson, 3 years since you moved to NewYork  from the small town you grew up in . Sam was the first person to treat you kindly, and you became very close over the years . From Netflix marathons to being his wingwoman at bars, to comforting him when he has nightmares from his time as paratrooper, he became your bestfriend. But since he became an avenger apparently he cant be bothered with visiting anymore. You saw him a couple times between the events of D.C and Sokovia but after that it was radio silence from him. You can’t be that mad though, you know about what happened between the avengers that split them up , and even sent Sam to jail. But that’s over with now, they are all back together somehow, who knows how that worked out.  Even though its been so long , Sam still has a lease with his apartment next to yours. So that means he has been getting a shit ton of mail, whether its important or his weird music & movie magazines . You have at least 7 bags worth of his mail sitting on the counter in your kitchen, and you’ve finally had enough.  “ I cant keep staring at this shit.” You grab all the bags , your purse and your keys and make your way out to your car. Looking at your phone , you see you’ve got an hour before your shift at the hospital. You start making your way to Stark tower, hoping Sam is there so you can yell at him .“ Just because he’s a stupid superhero saving the stupid fucking world doesn’t give him an excuse to not come see me or even fucking call me.”

15 minutes later you pull up to the curb in front of the tower, grabbing all the bags you make your way through the doors to the front desk.

   “ Hello, how can I help you Miss?” says the girl behind the desk . She was young, maybe early 20’s, short blonde hair and green  eyes . Sam had totally hit on her . Poor girl .

    “Hi , I was wondering if Sam Wilson is available, I’m an old friend and I have some of his things here ” you lifted the bags to show her and she just rolled her eyes at you.

   “ Ofcourse you are , listen Miss I get you are a fan, but Mr. Wilson is a hero, he has more important things to do that entertain a fan right now.” Oh hell no, not today bitch .

   “ Listen ,” you look at her name badge, “ Melissa, call Sam down here and Tell him y/n is here . I’m really not in the mood to be late to work today , and frankly I’m not in the mood to deal with someone like you either. So do us both a favor and just call him .“  She looked at you and hit a little green button on the desk infront of her,

   ” Security, I’m going to need you down here .“ Are you kidding me. ” And bring down Mr.Wilson with you . “ She looked up to make eye contact with you, ” Might as well let Sam watch his crazy fan get escorted out , maybe itll make his day .“ she had a little smirk on her face. Oh just wait, jokes on you idiot. You shoot a playful smirk right back.  20 seconds later, two very, very muscular security guards walk up on both sides of you . You look between the 2 and back at Melissa.

 ” Ma'am you are going to have to leave.“  You don’t see Sam anywhere so you sigh and grab the bags of mail and start to walk out. You hear the ping of the elevator that is behind Melissa.

” You called me down here sweetheart? “ SAM.

  You heard her giggle and felt your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.

 "You had a crazy fan in here for you , I figured you would enjoy watching her get escorted out .”

   You whipped around and saw him leaning on the desk, he look up at you for a second and looked back at Melissa, but did a double take and his mouth dropped open.

“ Yeah Sammy, you enjoying this ? ” you winked and smiled at him .

“ Y/n/n !" 

 You felt your smile get bigger when you saw how wide and genuine Sam’s smile was. He ran over to you and you dropped the million bags of mail to throw yourself in his arms. You didn’t realize how much you actually missed him .  To you , Sam Wilson was your comfort , your home. After leaving your family and friends to come to New York, he filled all the missing spots for you. He was your family, and he was your friend.  But you still have a right to be mad,  You’re mad y/n, don’t forget that. At that thought, you pushed off of Sam and punched him in the shoulder.

 " Ow what the hell y/n ! Why are you so strong now !? and what’s with all the bags?” he rubbed at his arm and glared at you .

    “ You actually know her?! ” Melissa spoke and stared at you and Sam.  ahahah kiss my ass bitch

    Sam laughed and looked at you , “ why didn’t you just tell Melissa you knew me?” Oh sweet sweet Sam. So naïve .

    “ well Sammy, you see I did, and your friend over here so kindly told me to pretty much fuck off and went ahead and called jackup tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum to show me the exit .  And these millions of bags are full of all your mail that has been sitting my apartment since you apparently forgot you had a life before you threw those damn wings on. "  Your voice was raised slightly, and you could feel your heart starting to race . Sam was just staring at you with wide eyes, actually they all were, the guards and the desk snob.

” y/n , im sorry i didnt even think ..“

 " Yeah i figured you didnt. Sammy. ” You dropped the bags at his feet and started to make your way to the doors .You can feel your eyes start to water , but you try to push them back. Dont cry, dont cry.

    ” y/n wait !  “ You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, you turned and looked Sam in the eyes, and you could feel a few stray tears slip down your cheeks. 

“ I’m done waiting Sam. I don’t know what the hell your issue is, but last time I checked friends don’t abandon each other. All I needed was a damn call and you couldn’t pull your head out of your birdy ass to fucking make it ! ” by now the tears were gone and you were pissed. Sam looked terrified, did he forget how you were when you were mad ? All the night you were pissed about work, or your family when he had to calm you down or let you go a round with his punching bag?

 

Sam opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off before he could.“ Is there a problem out here Sam?” You peered around Sam to see a muscular tall blonde man, and an equally muscular man with shoulder length brown hair and a metal arm peeking out of his tshirt.

  a metal arm? OH SHIT . 

You were staring at Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. and they were staring right back.  ” No, there’s no problem Steve. Just talking with a friend.“ Sam sounded calm, but you have the feeling he doesn’t want either of them to hear this argument for some reason. ” Really bird boy? because it sounds like you friend was about to hand your ass to you. Weren’t ya doll? “ Barnes smiled at you and you could tell he was trying not to laugh. But you didn’t hold it in,  you laughed and nodded .

Damn.  I just.. damn . How are they so attractive.  

 ” Back off Barnes before I stick you back in the freezer. “ you saw Bucky roll his  eyes and Steve just looked annoyed.

 ” Hello ma'am , I’m Steve Rogers, and this is Bucky Barnes.“ Steve stepped forward and put his hand out.

   ” Hi Captain Rogers, I’m y/n. Its great to meet you  . “You shook his hand, when you let go you looked over to Bucky and nodded you head. He smiled back at you and you heard Sam Huff.

  ” y/n why don’t you just come inside so we can talk .“ Sam gave you his famous puppy dog eyes and pouty lip. You melted a little bit.

Before you could answer Bucky beat you to it.” What the hell is  that face Wilson? Maybe that’s why girls never come up with you “ You couldn’t hold back you laugh and ended up snorting in the process.

All 3 men looked at you and smiled. You feel the blush creep on your cheeks, and look down. ” oh God that was so unattractive" you mentally face palm yourself.

“ I think the exact opposite Doll.” You look up and see Bucky smirking at you, and Sam just kinda looks like he’s going to barf.   “ Can you control yourself grandpa, y/n isn’t interested in old men. What do you say y/n, lets go in and talk maybe ill even make you some hot chocolate.” Sam winked at you ,  Damn he knows how much I love hot chocolate.

 You look down to your phone and see the time. 10 minutes until you have to be at work.  " Sorry Sammy, I have to be at the hospital in 10! “ You started backing away towards your car .” It was nice meeting you guys !“ you waved to Steve and Bucky. Before you could process what you were doing  you called over to bucky,” And Bucky, I’m very interested in older men, especially soldiers “ You winked and got in your car.  You heard Sam yell ” OH HELL NO" and started laughing. you looked in the mirror as you pulled away from the tower and saw Bucky just standing there smiling while Sam stomped around .

  I cant believe I actally said that. what the hell is wrong with me, he probably thinks I’m insane

You pull into the hospital 2 minutes late, and start your 14 hour shift. All you can think about is Sam . You wish you could of stayed , but it wasn’t worth losing your job over. Your boss is not a nice man, and you cant give him any reason to get rid of you . Maybe one day you’ll go back and talk things out with Sam, maybe things could be normal again.   You go through work with no problems,  nothing interesting today . You made it home and by the time you made it to your door you were exhausted.

  I would do anything just to be in bed already . 

When you walked in you dropped your purse on the counter and went to grab water bottle before you make it to your bed. When you go to open the fridge you notice a paper that wasn’t there this morning.  You rip it out from under the magnet,

      Y/n/n ,Bet you’re shocked I still have a key ;) , I know you’re mad, and I don’t blame you.I don’t know you schedule anymore, but I’m at the tower for the rest of the week. Come by and hear me out. 

 love, Sammy.

P.s. Since when did you learn how to flirt, I’m proud . I’ve never seen Barnes turn so red. Good job, but just don’t ever do that infront of me again. Or with him. ever.  

 He’s there until the end of the week, its already Friday. 2 days, 2 days to maybe have a chance back at normal . do it !You put the note on the counter by your purse and head towards your room. 

Nap , shower, then Go see Sam.  Don’t lose your bestfriend again y/n.

In the Rough

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 (you are here), part 5, part 6, based on @skygemspeaks‘s prompt



Previously: Yuuri has survived his first day of being bodyguard to Crown Prince Victor, though not without drawing the suspicion of Prince Yuri and Otabek, the captain of the guard. Victor has proven to be quite the handful as a charge, and Yuuri is beginning to see what Otabek meant when he described the job as a “glorified babysitter.”

It takes Yuuri several months to get used to the new life he’s living, which is, in retrospect, a good thing. It isn’t permanent; can’t be, no matter how much he enjoys it. And he does enjoy it immensely, even if he’s really just doing the same thing that he would have been doing back home.

He spars with Victor during fencing practice, just like he sparred with his own bodyguard Minami. He helps tutor Victor in the ways of the other countries of the area, like he helped Mari. He goes on afternoon rides with Victor, the way he used to do at home, alone.

It’s different in some ways, he admits. They teach each other their native languages, so that they can communicate with more than just the common languages. Yuuri has grown used to (perhaps too used to) the feeling of having someone latch onto him like an overheating barnacle at night. He learns that the palace dog, Makkachin, has a particular fondness for things that he shouldn’t have, a lot like Yuuri’s Vicchan.

He learns that Victor is relatively useless in emergencies, like when Yuuri’s thoughts get to be too much for him. He tries, after that first disaster, to keep his episodes away from Victor, since it seems to cause him distress to see Yuuri like that.

He learns that though he shows it in roundabout ways, Prince Yuri has more respect for his brother than he does for anyone, even their father. He learns that for all that Victor acts like a bumbling idiot, he’s actually smart– so smart, in fact, that it terrifies Yuuri sometimes. He can also be serious and sometimes cruel when something needs to be accomplished and isn’t (though luckily that side of him doesn’t come out often). He’s highly tactile, and shows decorum only when it’s strictly necessary.

Yuuri also learns, on one particularly average day, that he’s possibly a little bit entirely in love with Victor. And that poses a problem for him, since he has always had trouble concealing his emotions. Luckily, it seems that in this case, Victor’s denseness isn’t faked; he truly has no idea.

All in all, Yuuri is happy here. For a while, he even forgets that he’s a prince; it’s still there, hovering just at the edge of his mind at all times, but he’s often too busy to dwell on it.

Fast forward three months, and Yuuri is rolling out of bed early for once. As he recalls, there isn’t much going on today. There’s a meeting with a foreign dignitary later this morning (he wasn’t told the name; he never is, and it never matters much. He just stands there, making sure that nothing suspicious is happening and hoping that it isn’t someone that would recognize him) and a few logistical things that need to be dealt with for the ball celebrating Price Yuri’s birthday. Unless he missed something in his briefing last night, it’s going to be a relatively easy day.

He gets dressed before waking up Victor. “Your Highness. Victor, come on. It’s time for breakfast and you know how your brother is going to be if he has to wait for you.”

Victor’s eyes are closed, but he smiles and pulls Yuuri down. “He’s always like that.”

Yuuri flails a bit, trying to keep his belt buckle, knife, and sword sheath from scratching Victor. It doesn’t leave him a lot of time to stop his fall, so he lands right where Victor wants him. “Victor! You could hurt yourself doing that!”

“I can’t hear you, I’m sleeping.” Victor gives an exaggerated snore and Yuuri laughs.

“No you’re not,” he says, still chuckling.

Victor laughs with him, opening his eyes. “What gave me away?”

“You don’t snore.”

“I knew it!” Victor’s voice is suddenly very loud. When Yuuri winces, he looks apologetic. “Yura always said I snored, but I knew better.”

That doesn’t surprise Yuuri in the slightest. After all, Prince Yuri has always seemed to enjoy giving his older brother grief. Yuuri gets out of bed for a second time, tugging Victor along with him. “Come on, get dressed properly. You have a meeting after breakfast.”

“You’re such a mother hen,” Victor laughs.

“It’s my job,” Yuuri says, straightening his own collar before turning toward the wardrobe to get out clothes for Victor.

Breakfast goes about as well as can be expected. That is to say, it goes as well as it ever does, with Prince Yuri making a fuss, Victor being himself, Mila and Georgi being obnoxious, and the Tzar looking to Yuuri to try to keep some sense of sanity. Yuuri, as usual, can do nothing but look back at him helplessly.

“Yuuri, let’s go have a bath,” Victor says after fencing lessons.

Before answering, Yuuri takes a quick glance out of the east window; the sun has risen past where he can see, so it must be close to noon. “You have a guest that should be arriving any time now, so I’d advise against it.”

“Exactly! I’m quite sweaty and I hardly smell very good either. Is this how you’d have me greet a royal visitor?” Victor clutches his chest dramatically, falling into Yuuri’s arms.

Yuuri, as is his instinct at this point, catches him. He really is lovely, he can’t help but think before blinking and shaking his head to recenter himself in reality. “Oh alright. But I won’t be joining you.”

Victor’s eyes widen and his bottom lip quivers in a pout that Yuuri should not find so adorable. “You’re going to leave me with Otabek?”

“Well, someone has to be around to greet the visitor, if you aren’t,” Yuuri says, grinning at the way the logic seems to hit Victor like a hammer.

He sends an errand boy to get Otabek, who arrives minutes later. He’d been right, that first day; Yuuri doesn’t call on him for help often, but there are times when he truly can’t be in two places at once. He and Victor are gone soon after, heading for the baths (though Otabek will surely stand outside the door) while Yuuri stays behind and waits for the arrival of the person who has been granted a royal audience with Prince Victor.

Mila runs up to him not thirty minutes later, panting that there’s a carriage at the gate. Yuuri makes his way to the throne room, apologies for Victor’s absence already memorized and ready to be spoken (hopefully without completely fumbling it, but that will be an issue all its own).

Those apologies die on his tongue the moment that the visiting royal is announced.

“Presenting His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Southeast, Phichit Chulalont!”

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@leonygunawan said: HI ITS ME AGAIN!! i want to request a zach dempsey imagine where y/n are very close friends to jeff and at the night of the very very tragic accident y/n were with zach when clay called you THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOU💖💖

Author’s Note: Warning! Character death ahead.

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ZACH X READER

“Zach,” you warn, narrowing your eyes and planting your hands on your hips as you stand in front of the TV. “Don’t give me those puppy eyes. We are not watching Transformers again. We’ve seen it three times this week.”

“But we watched Titanic all last month,” he pouts. 

“It’s a classic!”

“A classic that you constantly feel asleep to ten minutes in and then managed to miraculously wake up right when they hit the iceberg.”

You scoff. “‘Cause that’s when the good stuff starts happening!”

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Jimin’s Gonna be Mad

Jimin x Reader smut 

Summary: You’re out in the library studying but today is your anniversary with Jimin. Let’s just say you run a little late and he is not happy. 

Word Count: 1529

You sighed as you looked back into your book, finals were right around the corner and you definitely needed to get your shit together. At the beginning of the year, your grades were sort of falling, and to stay in your program you needed to maintain your 80 average. The reason your grades were slipping, Park Jimin. Yes, he was your boyfriend but it was a relationship that was supposed to be kept a secret, so the two of you would always sneak around. There was something sexy about it.

You hadn’t seen him in a month though in between his travels and your school work. But you were going to see him tonight at 8! Yes finally! 32 days later and the two of you will finally be reunited…just one problem. You fell asleep in the library and it was now 3 AM. You were supposed to meet Jimin 7 hours ago at your apartment! You started panicking. Sure Jimin stayed there sometimes at night but you were scared that he might have left. You threw everything in your bag and ran out of the library immediately and pulled out your cell phone. “18 missed calls from Jiminie” “Oh shit.” You ran all the way to your apartment and silently thanked the fact that the library was only a fifteen minute walk from your house.

You ran into your apartment and you pulled out a key and struggle to open the door. “DAMMIT! Why won’t this open? Of all days I had to be having problems with the lock today.” You twisted the door knob and struggled with the keys until it finally just opened. You fell to the ground and saw Jimin’s feet.

You looked up at him and you were on your knees with your head facing down, “Jimin, I’m so so sorry! I fell asleep in the library. I tried to make it here on time but I just couldn’t. I want to make it up to you!” You said to him.

Jimin lifted you up by your chin, “You know I don’t like to be kept waiting. You say you want to make it up? How do you plan on doing that?”

You tried not to giggle. Jimin wasn’t really trying to be mean, but you had once told him that you liked the bad boy vibe, so he would try hard, but you followed along, “I’ll do anything Jimin!”

He smirked, “Anything?” He turned you around so now your back was facing him. He slipped his hands over your eyes and he guided you, until you were finally in your room. He pulled off your jacket and shirt and grabbed your hands and he tied them up behind your back.

“Wow, someone is not wearing a bra.” He noted and you blushed.

“Ah, Jimin, what is this?” You asked him.

He spanked you, “Don’t call me Jimin. Call me ‘Oppa’.” You were taken aback, cause although Jimin liked getting into character, hearing him say that made you feel a little excited. “And this is a tie that I thought would come in handy one day. I stole it from a stylist noona, because I thought that maybe I could have some fun with this.”

He slid your shorts and panties down in one swoop and he pushed you onto the bed, “Ah Jimin!” You felt his palm connect with your ass and heard a loud smack.

“Didn’t I just say to call me oppa? This is what you get. Call me Jimin one more time.”  He grit his teeth, “I dare you.” You were so excited and nervous at the same time. You really liked this side of Jimin and you could just imagine the smirk on his face right now. “Jimin or not, you are going to get the punishment you deserve. I am going to spank you for every hour that you have kept me waiting, but here’s the fun part, you aren’t going to know when it’s coming.”

Without any warning, he plunged a finger into your core and started pumping you slowly, and your core was aching, you wanted it so badly and Jimin was not giving it to you. “Your pussy is so wet right now.” He pulled out his digit quickly and slapped your ass hard again, “That’s one.” Again. “Two.” You anticipated more but suddenly he flipped you over.

You heard Jimin undo his belt and heard him pushing his pants down a little. “Open your mouth.” He demanded you. You resisted and you began to sat up. He took a hold of your hair, “I said open your mouth. And once I tell you to do something you better not keep me waiting.”

You opened your mouth slightly and you had your eyes closed and this time you waited. “Stick your tongue out.” He demanded and you complied not wanting to anger Jimin any further. Immediately you felt Jimin’s manhood, “Now open up wide for your oppa.” He told you as he slid his member further inside of your mouth. You began to suck on his member and you could start to hear Jimin’s moans and you were glad that this was all your doing. Your tongue massaged his manhood while you bobbed your head up and down. Only slightly though. After all, you were still tired from all that studying, but then Jimin grabbed hold the side of your head, “Now you know that’s not how I like it.” He said his breath hitching a little. “You know what it is I want, and if you aren’t in the mood for giving it to me, I’ll just have to take it myself. I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He whispered, and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Jimin began to thrust into your mouth. At first it was slow, and shallow, but eventually he began to pick up speed and he began to go deeper and deeper hitting the back of your throat. You gagged but you loved the feeling. Having Jimin’s dick inside your mouth. It was something that every fan had ever dreamed of and you were right here getting It all from him.

He was giving it his all and your mouth began to taste a little salty. No doubt, Jimin was close and this was just the precum of it. There was more coming and you could not wait. You wanted to tell Jimin to go faster, to continue, and not stop, and it was almost like he understood what you wanted and it almost felt time his dick was going down your throat. The sound of your choking satisfied him even more and brought him closer and closer to his climax until finally he sat down and you were bent over and on his dick. His seed shot to the back of your throat, hot and slick, and you swallowed it all. You lifted your head up and sucked him dry making sure there was nothing remaining, and without warning he lifted you off of him and you began to miss the feeling of him inside of your mouth.

He moved behind you now and you could feel his hand connect with your ass again, and you winced, “3”. Another one. “4” you barely whispered.

“I thin that’s enough for now.” Jimin told you. “Now the real fun begins.” He spread your ass apart and lightly run his manhood over you and he noticed you were shaking. “Someone wants it bad.” He was smirking. You could tell. “Tell me how bad you want it and I might just go on.” He said to you.

You were humiliated and you didn’t wanna say the words, but Jimin kept teasing you at your very core. “Hmm…so that’s how you want to play it? Alright, let’s stop then, I guess I’ll-“

“Jimin. I want it. I want you so badly. I want you to pound in from behind me as hard and as fast as you can. I want everything you have got.” You mewled in agony.

Jimin paused for a moment and it sounded like he was thinking but suddenly he slammed into you without any warning and you let out a yelp of pain and Jimin waited for you to settle around him. That’s when the real fun began. Jim began to pump his shaft in and out of you leaving you no time to process what was happening, you were close but you just let Jimin keep going and going, until finally you felt everything bubbling up at your core, and with one final pump you released. You released into Jimin and you cried out. You were flying and it felt so good. Jimin stayed inside of you for a while and then he pulled out and untied you planting a soft kiss on your forehead, “Babe are you okay?” I’m sorry if I was too intense.

You lay down on the bed facing Jimin and kissed him. “I think that next time, you could do better.” You winked at him before her wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug.

A/N: So I am working a full-time job now so I haven’t had time to write but I will finish everyone’s requests so don’t worry! 

anonymous asked:

How would the Sanses (UT/UF/US/SF) react to this: It's their birthday and it's present opening time! They open the surprisingly large box and SURPRISE! Turns out it's their S/O who's been out of the country for a month or so who decided to surprise them.

UT Sans: Spoiler alert: he knows. He knew the second that box showed up. He knows the feel of your SOUL and can see in through the box. There’s no way he would mistake it for anything else. He’s gonna make sure to sit as close to the box as he can the entire party, sighing heavily and dropping hints about how much he misses you. Once you come out, he’s going to make puns like “i didn’t know you were into boxing.” He’s going to be even closer to you during the rest of the party than he was before. The only other present that gets opened is the one from Paps, the rest can wait. 

UF Sans: Fair warning, he’s feeling pretty crumby so he might take a few light kicks at any boxes that aren’t marked “fragile”. You’ll never know how close he actually was to launching a bone at you when you first popped out. Are you trying to give him a heart attack? You’re gonna to kill him one of these days, s/o. Don’t let his grumpiness distract from the fact his smile is more genuine than it has been for the last month. Do yourself a favor and kiss him, he’s really missed you more than he lets on.

US Sans: How long have you been in there? HAVE YOU BEEN IN THERE THE ENTIRE TIME, S/O?! It’ll take him approximately two seconds to exclaim that he wanted to capture a human, but not his S/O! He’s definitely writing down “box trap” for later though. Prepare to have a needy Blueberry attached at the hip for several days. He’s giving you the first piece of his birthday cake, by the way. In addition to the first piece of cake he’s going to want you to help him unwrap all the other presents he got.

SF Sans: He’s mad. OH he is MAD. While it’s true that monsters don’t celebrate birthdays as much as humans, it is still a significant day and therefor his significant other should be there with him! You may end up popping out of the box a little bit early, as he’s already taken out two of his other presents. Let Papyrus in on which box you’re going to be in.  If you don’t pop out early you’ll notice that he doesn’t want to open them at all. While he’s usually attracted to expensive things and LOVES to get presents, it just seems less when you’re not around. Less fun, less meaningful, just… less. Once you pop out he’s going to glare at you, trot over to the box, and shove you back in it. He’s then going to climb in himself. It’s a 50/50 chance if he cuddles close to you or if this party turns X-rated real quick. Warning: the box he opened just before you popped out was a new riding crop. (Which one of you gets to use it is the real mystery here.)