There’s nothing confirmed on this but basically what it says is that:
Samuel allegedly gets bullied in school which includes some of his classmates pushing him around and once when he was carrying some books down the stairs a group of boys came and said ‘woah its Punch’ and hit the books off him and also hitting him. When Samuel used to be absent due to his 1Punch schedules and the teacher would ask where he was during registration (roll call) they’d shout out that he quit school cuz they didn’t want to see him. Plus, they would play his VApp lives and MV’s at school and mock him by mimicking him. Recently they would play his introduction video for Produce 101 and also mock him with that. But Samuel being the angel that he is doesn’t argue back so they presume hes kinda dumb or they thinks that Samuel thinks he’s being trendy.
I swear to God if any of this shit turns out to be true these people better be ready to catch these hands cuz I’ll be ready to fight these ugly hoes who thinks its ok to bother/ bully Samuel who hasn’t done shit except work hard. It reminds me of when Taemin used to get bullied as well ughghghghh everyones salty hes gonna get famous. Bye
REQUEST: **So like can I please get a smutty smut smut scenario of s/o skyping with Yoongi (cos he’s overseas) and he tells s/o how or what to do while using a dildo in the shape and mold of Yoongi’s dick…..hope that makes sense. Sorry if it doesnt. :(
Word Count: 1553
*I do not own this gif, credit to its owner*
It was late, almost too late when you received a text from him. It made you smile softly to see his name on your phone. He had been gone for four weeks now and you missed him like crazy. You’d find yourself stopping anything you were doing just to see him on your screen. Even when it was late.
yeah I’m still awake
i miss you so much.
i miss you more, yoongi.
I know its late, but can we talk?
i really want to see you
of course, I’m ready when you are.
You flicked the light on and opened your computer, your Skype already up from the last time you talked to Yoongi. It didn’t take long for the familiar ringing sound to fill your room. You excitedly bit your lip as you answered and held your breath, it always seemed to take years to connect, but when it did you smiled. He was laid in bed, his cheek pressed to his pillow and a sad look on his face that immediately changed when your face appeared on his screen. You looked at him for a minute and remembered the last time you saw him.
There was twenty minutes till he had to leave, but the way his arms were wrapped around your shoulders tightly and had been for the past hour. You couldn’t help the silent tears that ran down your face. You didnt know why you were crying, you were so proud of him and so excited for his upcoming tour. You’d miss him, sure, but you supported him with his work more than you have ever supported anything else.
He held you tightly, kisses placed gently on your temple. You chuckled remember something and sat up, causing his arms to fall around your waist.
‘I got something in the mail the other day.’ You said, wiping your tears as you smiled. He rose an eyebrow showing he was listning and you shifted to look at him better. You got up tapping his knee before chuckling though a soft sniffle and stood up, walking to your room.
'So remember the other week when I asked you to… you know?’ You said getting shy, circling your hand around your lower half. He nodded amused. 'Well, this is why.’ You said opening the shoe like box and pulled out a flesh colored dildo, your cheeks instantly turning red.
'Is that mine?’ He said pointing at it, smiling for the first time all day.
You bit your lip and nodded, smiling at the sight of him laughing. You squealed as he stood, pulling you into his chest as he kissed you.
'I would ask you if you were going to think of me when you use it but.’ He laughed taking it out of your hand and wiggling it in your face.
'Could I have the real thing before you leave?’ You said making him bite his lip before kissing you roughly.
“What time is it there?” His voice brought you back.
“Almost 2am” You said watching as he rolled onto his back.
“You need to stop staying up so late.” He smiled sadly.
“If it means I get to see you I can live with it.” You said smiling softly.
“Well I wish I was there. I miss holding you.” He said, chuckling lightly afterwards. “Ive started sleeping like Tae, where I hold onto a pillow its embarrassing.”
“You’re so cute.” You said biting your lip as he giggled again.
“God, I always forget how pretty you are little one.” He said licking his bottom lips slowly. “Id give anything to be there with you.”
“I know, I miss you so much. Its driving me crazy not to have you here.” You said biting your lip. Just the sight of him always made your core heat.
“Even with your toy?” He teased.
“Especially with my toy. Its not the same.” You said. “ I mean it feels like you, but it doesn’t have your warmth… or your voice.” You said, your cheeks turning red.
“You miss my voice? You hear me every day.” He chuckled.
“You know what I mean.” You said, your eyes watching his lips now.
“I wish I was there… The things Id do to you if I was.”
“You can’t talk like that.” You said with a light laugh.
“Why not? I thought you missed my voice.”
“I do. But you talk like that and theres no way I’m going to be able to keep up with the conversation.” You all but whispered.
“You’re naughty.” He said smirking, the same smirk he got before the two of you ever fooled around. “What would you do if I told you I missed the way you tasted?”
“Yoongi…” You said, your knees pressing together now. He raised an eyebrow waiting for you to answer him. “I would tell you that I missed the way your tongue feels.” You bit your lip, your thighs pressing even tighter together.
“You’re squirming.” he said, his eyes growing dark.
“I miss you.”
“Touch yourself.” He commanded.
“Please. I need to see you, Im going crazy.” He said shifting himself again.
You bit your lip and rolled to your back to remove your shorts. Looking at him you smiled before letting your fingers find your sopping folds.
“How wet are you?” He asked darkly.
You smiled and stroked yourself, wetting your fingers with your own natural lubricant. You got enough on your hands that when you lifted them up for him to see and spread your fingers he could see the webbing caused by your wet. He groaned deeply from his chest as he watched you bring your fingers to your lips to lick the mess off your hands.
“God, y/n.” He said shifting again. “Im hard.”
“Show me.” You said in a breathy voice, still stroking yourself. Without hesitation he flipped the camera on his phone so you could see him palming his erection though his sweatpants. You couldn’t help the soft moan that left your lips as he dipped his hand under the band of his pants.
“Look at what you do to me.” he said releasing himself from his pants.
“Its the same thing you do to me.” You whispered, your fingers starting to circle your clit as the sight of him made you pool even more.
“I want to see you.” He said, getting tired of only being able to see your face softning as you pleasured yourself. You pushed your computer back before taking of the shirt you had stolen from him to expose your now naked body. You looked at him to she he had propped his phone up so you could see him stroking himself.
“I need you so bad Yoongi.” You whined as your circling became faster.
“Baby I’d give anything to have you wrapped around me.” He said, matching your pace.
Your eyes that had closed snapped open and you smiled looking back at him. Removing your hand you lent over your computer and opened you bed side table.
“Picture this is you.” You said waving the mold of him in front of the camera, his face lighting up.
You place it on your stomach and rubbed on your clit a few more times, trying to get yourself as wet as possible.
“Put it in baby.” He said in a demanding tone.
You took the tip and placed it on your tongue and let it slide down your throat, wetting it with your own saliva. He groaned loudly seeing the mold make your throat buldge slightly. Bringing it down to your core you circled it around your clit a few times before slowly sliding it in with a light moan. He grunted again at the sight of you tilting your head back and quickened his pace. You matched his speed while trying to keep your eyes open to see the way his face contorted.
“Yoongi…” You moaned.
“God, baby.” He grunted, his pace moving even faster.
Once again you matched it and added your other hand to circle your clit again. You looked at the ceiling before closing your eyes, your breaths becoming short and forced as the tension in your stomach built. You called his name again and was welcomed with the sound of his heavy breathing. The breathing that you longed so much to hear.
“Yoongi Im… I need to…”
“Cum for me baby.” He said pumping himself even harder.
Your back arched and the pumping coming from the toy staggered in the way he did when he was about to come sending you over the edge.
“Oh, Ugh!” You moaned your body twitching sweetly as you unraveled around yourself.
“Fuck!” Yoongi said causing your head to turn, still pumping yourself softly, just in time to see his load release all over his hands.
“Fuck.” He said again with a shaky laugh as his eyes closed.
“Im buying a plane ticket.” You said, still breathless.
“What?” He said looking over to you.
“Im buying a plane ticket for your next show. I need you even more now.” You said making him chuckle.
Warning: infidelity, internalized homophobia, unhappy marriage
(More warnings: Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with being trapped in an unhappy marriage because of sexuality)
Bitty slammed the door shut and threw himself into Jack’s arms. Jack, in turn, pushed him against the door and kissed him roughly, bodies melding together and moving in tandem. They don’t bother removing any clothes, despite the desperate way they’re grasping at each other, only focusing on kissing and kissing and kissing.
“No marks,” Bitty reminded Jack. “And we only have three minutes before you have to go and pick Sophie up.”
“Come with me,” Jack said, in between kisses. “We’re taking my van anyway, there’s more room in the back and I can take you to your meeting after picking her up.”
“Jack-” Bitty let out an embarrassing whine when Jack bit his ears softly. “Okay, okay. Okay,” he pushed him away. “We gotta go now.”
Gosh I can’t wait for Lena Luthor to either die/leave so HOPEFULLY I can finally get my drama free Katie McGrath fandom back, it used to be so great before the Supergirl days and now I can’t go into the tag without seeing bullshit claims about “kashy mcgra” (which is fucking ridiculous), things like “she has short nails so she’s gay, she stands a certain way so she’s gay,” and a whole host of equally asinine statements, not about Lena, but about Katie, a private person who’s never said much about her sexuality. the grossest part was some even went so far to claim melissa left her husband for katie???? loooool I can’t even, not to mention how hateful the fandom has become when it used to be on the sweetest drama free places ~
I hope my favorite actress in the world goes on to much better projects, let the 2x15 rumors be true
Anon requests:hii!! love your writing! i was just wondering if i could have
an imagine where the reader and jughead are dating and where the reader,
archie, and jughead have been friends for a long time but they don’t talk to
archie as much (because of the falling out between jughead and archie.) and one
day maybe jug and her get into a fight and all she wants is to talk to archie
about it ? and fluff at the end please! idk if that makes any sense but i
thought it would be cute to read. thank you so much!
fighting with Jughead, (Y/N) turns to an old friend
Word count: 919
A/N: ugh guys I’m
so sorry I’ve been so inactive this past week and a half. I’ve had so much to deal with school and
music, and i’ve also had a serious case of writer’s block. hopefully I’ll be
able to write more stuff soon, and until then, enjoy!
Jughead and I stood at my locker, talking about his novel.
“I just want to investigate a bit more tonight,” he told me
as I pulled out my textbook. “We can go
to Pop’s after.”
“That’s fine with me,” I nodded, gently shutting my
locker. “I just don’t know if tonight is
good for me. I have to work on an
English project, so I may have to skip out on the sleuthing.”
“That’s okay,” he shrugged.
“I’ll just come to Pop’s when I’m done.”
I smiled and nodded, wrapping my arm around his as we began our trek
down the school hallway. Our
conversation continued, but Jughead abruptly stopped talking when Archie walked
past us. The atmosphere grew tense for a
moment as the two boys locked eyes. Once
he passed, Jughead returned back to normal.
“You know,” I steered away from our conversation topic, “you
should talk to him.”
“I know,” Jughead agreed.
“But I just… I can’t. Not
yet.” I nodded in understanding and said
nothing more about the subject. Archie
Andrews had been a sensitive topic ever since he flaked on Jughead to go on
their road trip. Even though Archie was
one of my closest friends, I knew that because Jughead was my boyfriend, I had
to take his side. Which meant that I
barely spoke to Archie anymore.
“So I’ll see you tonight?” I confirmed once Jughead and I
stopped in front of my classroom. He
smiled and nodded.
I arrived at Pop’s at around five o’clock, knowing that
Jughead would come a bit later. Pulling
out my English binder, I began to work on my project.
I finished the project three hours later, and Jughead had
still not shown up. Worriedly, I checked
my phone for what felt like the millionth time.
My leg bounced with anticipation as I drummed my fingers against the
diner table, my eyes never leaving the entrance. Jughead was almost always late to our dates,
but never by this much. I was about to
call him when my phone buzzed. Quickly,
I unlocked it and checked my messages.
Jughead had just texted me:
Sorry, sleuthing went
late. Not gonna make it to Pop’s tonight
Frustrated, I packed up my things and immediately left the
“What the hell?” I
stomped up to Jughead the next morning at school. He looked at me with wide eyes.
“What?” he asked.
“Why the hell weren’t you at Pop’s last night?” I clarified,
clenching my teeth.
“I told you, I was
“That’s what you always say!” I furiously flung my hands.
“Because that’s what it always is,” he retorted. “What, do you think I’m cheating on you?”
“No!” I yelled.
“Then why are you getting so worked up over this?”
“Because you always do this to me,” I seethed. “You say you’re gonna investigate the murder
but promise to meet me at the diner later, and every time I fall for it. Every night I sit and wait for hours in the
diner for you, but you never show up. Do
you know how pathetic that makes me
“If you’re so upset about what people think about you, then
don’t bother waiting for me at Pop’s!” Jughead retaliated.
“Trust me, I won’t,” I scoffed and stormed off.
That night, I sat in my room, toying with my phone. My finger hovered over the call button, just
wanting to talk and apologize. Finally,
I built up the courage and pressed the green button.
“Hello?” he asked confusedly.
“Hey, Archie,” I sniffled.
“Can we talk?”
“And now I don’t know what to do. Should I talk to him? Or should I wait for him to talk to me?” I
finished crying about what happened between me and Jughead. Archie and I sat at a booth in Pop’s. When I called him, I explained why I hadn’t
been talking to him recently. With
complete understanding, Archie offered to meet me at the diner and catch up.
“I mean, he’s the one in the wrong here,” he shrugged. “If he’s not gonna come up to you and
apologize, it’s not worth it.”
“I just…” I stifled a sob, “I just don’t want to lose him
over this. We’ve been through so much.”
“He’ll come,” Archie assured me. “I promise.”
I smiled at my friend, happy to have him back in my life. Our conversation drifted to more casual
topics, such as school and Archie’s music.
Suddenly, the bell on the diner door jingled, signaling that a new
customer had entered. I didn’t look up,
but I did once the newcomer approached our table.
It was Jughead.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking between me and Archie.
“To who?” I inquired sharply.
“Well… both of you,” he sighed, “but Archie already knows.” I sent a puzzled look towards Archie, causing
him to nod.
“He came up to me,” Archie answered on behalf of Jughead, “right
after your fight. He apologized for not
talking to me, and I apologized for flaking on our road trip.”
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Jughead apologized again. “I’ve been so invested in investigating Jason’s
murder that I’ve completely neglected our relationship.”
“Jug…” I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence. Instead, I stood up, wrapped my arms around
his neck, and kissed him. He smiled into
the kiss, and we pulled away after a minute.
“So that means you forgive me?” he asked with a smile etched
on his face. I grinned and pecked his
do u have any tips on how u can figure out/guess someone's moon sign ? theres these two lovebirds in my class and theyre awful and hes a leo and shes a cancer but we all know the real shit is at the moon (and venus when it comes to love™) signs
leo and cancer couples seem so messy ndndndn but i love this question so here u go (also this is from my pov and my own experience so dont quote me on this lmao)
aries moons are those attention seekers u know they dont ASK for it but they end up getting it and enjoying it?? and they can be real messy and angry when emotional tbh (fire moons are so emotional smh no one says that about them but they are)
taurus moons are so?? stubborn? and critical like they want people to think they’re chill u know from a distance but inside they’re fucking DYING and wont tell anyone abt it
gemini moons are the easiest to spot ndndndn look for the non stop talking bitch whose attention span doesnt EXIST and u can talk to them all u want tbh they’re not even listening, they’re just waiting for THEIR turn to talk and hoard the conversation
cancer moons? did u mean? angels sent from above? they’re my personal favorite tbh, when they really care about a person YOU JUST KNOW like they’ll listen and care for u a lot but on the other hand, its so visible when they dislike u bc they’ll just pretend you dong exist, they’re soo transparent i swear
leo moons are ICONIC i swear some of the most entertaining people out there, i just have so much love for them, they’re real sunshines always trying to make the world a better place for the people they love (but watch out for the undeveloped ones and their huge ass ego)
virgo moons?? i’ve only known one my entire life and she was a mess tbh but she was also a gemini so i cant blame her, they just need constant reassurement that they’re doing good tbh JUST TELL THEM U LOVE THEM
libra moons are not my cup of tea when underdeveloped like they’re just the Ultimate People Pleasers 3000 but still on the other extremly superficial? they’re not all this bad honestly though the developed ones are like human versions of a cotton candy but i still??? idk??
scorpio moons are such wildcards honestly u know never what ur gonna get like, is this scorpio moon a mean bitch with a god complex?? or the sweetest most caring person u’ve ever met? anyway im both
i loveee sag moons with my entire heart ugh they can be a little “ill do things my own way so fuck you” but they’re also like reallyy funny and optimistic and serious when they want to be, god i would die 4 them
capricorn moons are soo easy to spot ugh and i KNOW this is a stereotype but they’re sooo sarcastic like i knew this girl who was a cap moon and i always thought she hated me but turns out she really liked me and that was her way of expressing emotions? idk tbh they seem like robots but deep down they actually have feelings (i think)
aquarius moons ugh ive known 2 in my life one was a cold ass bitch who only had like 3 friends and didnt talk to anyone but still somehow was superpopular ?? idk and the other is probably the most fun loving person ive ever met ugh i still miss her tbh
pisces moons !! hidden gems!! such kind hearts ugh i always love them so so much they’re just trying their best tbh they might be too emotional but they’re TRYING
(also message me if u still dont know bc i can help u out lmao)
Yondu Udonta liked to see your performances when he could. It wasn’t often, but every time he did appear, you were glad. It meant he was still alive and still safe. No one knew, but every time you saw that Centurian in the crowd, your performances would be particularly phenomenal that evening.
You liked to joke and tell him that he was your lucky charm and that he should visit more often, but the both of you knew it was just a half-hearted ploy for him to see you more because anytime he was at your side, he was safe. Anytime he was away was another chance for him to be gone forever.
Hey! I loved your Drunk RFA headcanon so maybe I can ask a similar headcanon? How about RFA + Saeran had a fight with MC and she break up with them. And one day they are so sad and drink a LOT and call her in the phone apologizing and ask her to come back? Sorry if this is confusing, my english isn't so good. Thank u
Aw thank you for liking my work!! also your english is fantastic don’t worry ^^
RFA + Saeran Breakup
“You know what Yoosung I’m fed up with you comparing me to Rika all the time, it hurts you know, do you even know that?! You probably don’t care. I love you.. but I guess you only need Rika. Y-you know what I’m done, we’re over”
The words echo through Yoosung’s mind as he chugs another beer down
He loves her, he hell is sure of it but he made a grave mistake
He knows she loathed being compared to Rika but he still is a fool to keep doing it
Yoosung remembers all the times she made him happy, all the times they laughed, cooked together, held hands, held her waist as she sits on his lap while he plays LOLOL
He misses it all
Wet tears burned his eyes and he didn’t even try to stop them, he was too tired
He felt his phone around his pocket and absentmindedly called MC, wanting to hear her voice, wanting to feel her presence even if it was just her voice
“Oh God you picked up, I’m- I’m so sorry MC! I love you I really do, I was stupid I was so so stupid MC I need you. I need you, my princess please MC I love you”
“Yoosung are you drunk right now”
Her voice made him smile but the reality of what he’s doing right now made him feel embarassed
“I’m sorry for hurting your feelings yoosung, tell you what get yourself sobered, come over here and let’s have a talk, I-I miss you”
“Y-yes! yes MC i’ll do just that! I’ll do everything just to have you in my arms again, I love you so much”
Zen did it, he knows the weight of the situation and he blew it, god was he really this stupid?
“Zen I know you have a career to take care of and you know I support you but can’t you atleast give me some of your time! You barely even look at me nowadays and you’ve been smoking and drinking nonstop. Take care of yourself!”
“Look MC I’m tired, can’t you just sleep already”
“No! Zen I love you, if you keep being like this to me and to yourself you’ll break us apart”
“I’m the one breaking us apart? You’re the one here being all clingy and shit. If you truly do support me then do me a favor and just not talk to me for a while”
“And for how long? a day? a month? Why don’t we just call this off. You don’t even care about me”
Zen punched the wall as he felt something red and dripping running along his knuckles
He couldn’t even feel it, he was just so numb
How could he treat his girl this way??
How could he be such an awful man to her when all she ever done was support him and give him all the love she can give to anyone
He was a person of mistakes, an ugly, horrible person and he knows it, his parents know it
Situations like this makes him remember the way she complimets him and cheers him on, telling him that he’s the most beautiful guy in the world, both in and out
God did he miss her
It wasn’t a surprise that by the next minute he’s ringing her
“Zen look I don’t really feel like talki-”
“Please MC hear me out..”
“I love you okay? I love you so godamn much and I know what I did was wrong. I know you only wanted the best for me and I know my career has been taking its toll on you. You’ve made that sacrifice for me from the beginning and I was stupid to take it for granted! I-I’m so stupid MC….. I promise I will be the best for you, i promise to give you the attention you deserve. I’ll even quit my career for you! I can work it out with my director, I’ll tell them that it’s time for me to stop and-”
“NO” MC shouted through the phone
“Zen you don’t have to, acting is your life. Let’s talk this out in person and when you’re sober okay?”
“How do you know i’m drunk?”
“I know my love enough, let’s meet tomorrow”
“Are you kidding me? are you actually kidding me right now Jaehee? You’re disgusting! I never would beliieve you’d do something like this. i thought you were different!”
Jahee also honestly couldnt believe she would do such a thing
She had just cheated on MC.
A coworker of hers, her lips locked around her own and MC stepped right straight into the scene
she tried to cover it up but it was too late, she had been caught
“Save it Jaehee, we’re over”
God what have I done
Jaehee felt so disgusted with herself, so mad that she submitted a full resignation
Even Jumin was surprised and disappointed of her actions
Jaehee then decided to drink, trying to reminisce the last remaining laughter she and MC sharing, sobbing really really loudly
She then decided to call MC, wanting her back even though she knows the answer
She atleast need to her an apology, Mc deserved an apology and she deserved someone better for her
“MC I’m so sorry. I’m so disgusting and you were right. I love you so much and I just need you back MC”
“Jaehee you know what you’ve done”
“I know and ugh im stupid to even ask for you to be mine again but I tried didnt I? You always told me to try. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, you deserved an apology”
“Yes and I forgive you, just know that I can’t anymore, not after what you did”
“I understand…. I hope you find someone who will treat you right, MC. Just know that i will always love you”
Jumin was currently at the restaurant MC was working at
A wine bottle or five strewn across his table
But MC didn’t see him, she was quite far to be honest
And Jumin requested that he be seated the farthest where he can only observe
“Ugh MC why are you this clumsy? You ruined a deal with my business partner”
“I’m so sorry Jumin I was only trying to help”
“Help? By spilling coffee all over my suit? Outrageous!”
“I’m so sorry”
“Why am I with someone who turns me into a fool infront of work”
“Jumin I am so so sorry”
“Sorry won’t cut it, I need to be alone”
MC had only been giving Jumin his coffee when she accidentally spilled it on him, landing him a decline in his proposal
He was enraged but not as much as MC left the next day, leaving his penhouse dark and empty, MC had taken all of her belongings with her
Something in Jumin broke as he began to shout at himself that echoes throughout his home, or what used to be. MC was his home
He was feeling lonely yet numb at the same time, he was feeling a whirl of bad emotions as he observes MC laughing with a male co-worker of hers
He brought out his phone as he shamelessly dialed MC’s number
Jumin’s word caught in his throat as he found it completely foolish to be scolding her at this time
His hard gaze turned sad as he felt his tears against his cheeks
Their eyes locked and MC gasped at the sight before her
“What are you doing here? How much did you drink”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m sorry”
“Your intentions were pure, instead, I took it harshly and I have never felt so much hatred for myself. You are my light MC and without you I am nothing. Without you I am just this emotionless shell of a corporate heir. You brought out these feelings in me and I have never treasured anyone as I have treasured you. You are my home, you are my family and I will forever hold this in my guilt. I love you”
“Jumin I’m sorry too”
“Now if you would be willing to come in my arms again you would make me the happiest man”
MC ran straight at him and gave him the tightest hug
“I am still correct though. You do turn me into a fool”
“A fool in love with you”
Seven couldn’t concentrate, he couldn’t at all
Why would he, when he had just cheated on his most precious girl
But he was under a powerful drug
His agency thought it would be a good punishment to have him aroused towards a different girl for making a mistake in his work
But he felt so so guilty. It made him hate himself more
So when MC found out, she left and he couldn’t utter the words he wanted to say
He wanted to say he loves her and that it was a mistake. A horrible horrible mistake
And that it wasn’t his fault, he wanted to tell her that he was sorry but he couldn’t
No words came out of his mouth, only silent pleas to stay that never really caught MC’s ears
Maybe at that time he was thinking of how much he didn’t deserve MC and that it was a good opportunity for her to leave him. To be free so that she wouldn’t experience the pain of being with him
But Seven regrets it
He regrets it all
He needed MC back. She was the one who brought him life, happiness. She was all he needed and he let her slip away from his fingers
He felt his growing stupidity as he clutched at his chest, trying to make the pain go away as he watched a CCTV footage of MC at her home.
He had installed a camera in her living room for safety purposes and he didn’t want to barge in her privacy but he needed her. He needed to see that she was safe. He needed to see an evidence of her existing
With shaky hands, Saeyoung reached for his phone and called MC
Seeing MC grab hers, his heart was already at his throat
And when she answered the call, the first thing she heard were professions of love
“MC I love you I love you I love you I love you”
“I… don’t know Saeyoung, after what you’ve done I don’t think I can believe that anymore”
He can see her shivering as she silently cried
“No no you don’t understand it was because of the agency! I was forced! please hear me out I… i don’t want to lose you. I will fight. I will fight for your love and I will do whatever it takes for you to come back to me please I love you too much. My heart is just about to burst from all this love so please.. please hear me out”
“Only just about?”
“Your heart is only just about to burst? Mine already did for you”
She fricking chuckled
Saeyoung could feel tears or relief as he felt his chest unclogging
“I’ll head over straight there and we’ll talk okay?”
“I’ll be waiting, Saeyoung”
He kissed his computer with her footage as he readied his car
Saeran had said some hurtful things
Very hurtful things
He was so mad, so so mad at himself
MC, the girl who’s always by his side, the girl who was willing to go through his recovery now left him
He felt so broken and was shaking
Saeyoung was trying to calm him down but he couldn’t, not when he just felt the light being sucked out of his life
And his comforting didn’t feel like MC’s, not at all
Hers was gentle and delicate and her scent was intoxicating, enough to put him into a calm oblivion
But she’s not here anymore, there was no one to calm him through the rage of his night terrors, no one to hold him close as she whispers soothing words into his ear
No body to grasp unto when he couldn’t breathe and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing
Her hugs were the best, so kind, so comforting, so loving
But she’s gone
“I messed up Saeyoung, I messed up this one thing that keeps me going”
“Call her, go to her. I can’t stand seeing you like this”
“She wouldn’t want to be with me anymore, I messed up I messed up”
Saeran was now rocking back and forth as he hugs his body closer
Feel her warmth, feel her warmth
“Yes hello MC, yes he’s here. Alright I’ll give the phone to him”
Saeran’s eyes snapped to his brother as he gave him the hardest look he could muster.
But he still took the phone anyways
“I’ll be right there Saeran wait for me! I’ll be there”
He heard MC panting and he was dumbfounded
She’ll come back? Doesn’t she hate him?
“MC… I love you”
“I love you too… so so much. Wait for me a little longer okay?”
The twins heard the door open as they found MC on her phone, still panting
She went straight into Saeran’s arms as she stroked his hair and kissed his forehead
Prompt request: “Are you hurt?” + “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?”
Summary: Your new neighbour is developing a habit of crawling through your bedroom window when he’s bored. You know you should stop him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.
Word count: 1.6k words
You were excited when you’re parents told you a new family was moving next door. You were even more excited when you heard a boy who was your age would be your neighbour. In the middle of summer with nothing to do, you couldn’t help but fantasize about the perfect boy next door. It was every teenager’s dream, wasn’t it?
One early Friday morning, you were roused by loud noises coming from outside. Drowsily, you stumbled to your feet and peered out your bedroom window. It was pointless, of course, because the houses on your street were too close together, so all you could see was the vacant house’s bedroom window.
Only, the house wasn’t so vacant anymore.
A boy was standing in front of the window, brushing his teeth while looking half asleep. From what you could see, he had dark hair, pale skin, and some really nice hands. Then, his sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you soon discovered that your neighbour’s gaze was piercing.
Squeaking, you dropped to the ground–out of sight. You felt your cheeks heating up, totally embarrassed that you had been caught spying. Repressing the urge to scream, you crawled out of your bedroom and into the hall, where the noises from outside grew louder.
Now, you knew it was because your new neighbours were finally moving in. And you also knew that the boy next door was as cute as you had hoped. But of course he had to see you rumpled with sleep and invading his privacy.
Shaking your head, you got back to your feet and thudded down the stairs. In the kitchen, your mom was sipping a cup of coffee as she peered out the window, evidently spying on your new neighbours as well.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were moving in today?” you whined, throwing yourself onto a kitchen chair and slumping over the small table in front of you.
“I didn’t want to wake you up so early,” your mom replied, turning around to look at you. “Why, did something happen?”
“The boy is in the bedroom across mine,” you explained hesitantly. “He may or may not have seen me spying.”
“I heard his name’s Yoongi. He’s pretty cute, no?” your mom cackled. “Let’s just hope he finds the spying endearing, not creepy.”
Later in the afternoon, the August heat became unbearable. In your small room, there was little ventilation, so you were sweating buckets. Pushing away from your desk, you walked across the room to the window. You hoped your neighbour wouldn’t be able to see you. With a grunt, you pulled the large window open, feeling a gentle breeze billow through the opening. It wasn’t much, but it made the heat a little less painful.
Returning to your desk, you became so engrossed in watching anime that you didn’t process the sound of the window across yours clicking open. You didn’t hear the sound of someone struggling to stand on their window frame. You didn’t hear the sound of them leaping through the air.
But you did hear the loud crash of something colliding with your bedroom floor.
“Oh my god!” you squealed, spinning around in your chair. In front of you, Yoongi was sprawled on your hardwood floors, facedown and unmoving. “Uh, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Yoongi grunted, his voice muffled since he had yet to lift his head. Eventually, he pushed himself upright, opting to sit cross-legged facing you. When he didn’t elaborate on the situation, you crossed your arms.
“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t call it crawling, it was more of a leap,” Yoongi replied, not answering your question. “For a second, I thought I wouldn’t make it. Luckily the drop isn’t that big.”
“You shouldn’t be jumping through windows. That’s dangerous,” you scolded. “But still, that doesn’t explain anything.”
“I’m just bored,” Yoongi said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve been unpacking for hours, and I need a break. Our WiFi isn’t set up yet either, so that really sucks.”
You nodded at that, feeling a little sympathy for Yoongi’s situation. “You could have just knocked on the door like a normal person,” you pointed out.
“Yeah, but this was faster. Plus, I’m already here,” Yoongi responded. He jerked his head in the direction of your laptop. “What are you watching?”
“One Punch Man,” you answered slowly, a little embarrassed. But Yoongi’s lips twitched into a little smile, and you thought it was adorable.
“Sweet,” he said, turning to look at the laptop expectantly. “I’m Yoongi, by the way. You’re Y/N, right?”
“Yep, that’s me,” you replied. You picked up your laptop and sat on the floor beside Yoongi, setting the laptop in front of your crossed legs. “I just finished this episode.”
So you and Yoongi spent the rest of the afternoon watching One Punch Man on your laptop. It was a really odd situation, but it was surprisingly comfortable. Little conversations popped up here and there, and you took a surprising liking to your new neighbour. And luckily, he didn’t bring up the spying incident from earlier that day.
Eventually, when dinnertime came, Yoongi announced his departure and disappeared through the window he entered by. You peered after him curiously, but he had already faded into the darkness of his bedroom, completely out of sight. Smiling, you turned away from the window. You figured you should close it, but something compelled you to keep it open.
The next evening, while you were blasting music through your speakers, Yoongi came tumbling through your window again. You shrieked, dropping the nail polish you were holding onto your floor. Cursing, you reached blindly for some tissues to wipe up the spilled liquid.
Yoongi watched you clean expressionlessly, although you couldn’t help but feel his blank gaze was judgemental.
“This stuff is expensive, okay? Plus it stains,” you said defensively, tossing the crumpled tissues covered in black nail polish into the garbage. “Give me some warning next time.”
“What, am I supposed to yell through the window?” Yoongi snorted. “I feel like that wouldn’t make much of a difference.”
“I dunno, just text me or something,” you suggested. Yoongi raised his eyebrow at you, and you stared at him blankly before you realized you hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. “Oh, give me your phone. I’ll put in my number.”
“I left it inside,” Yoongi shrugged.
“Ugh, whatever,” you groaned. You plopped onto your bed and looked at Yoongi suspiciously. “So, why are you here?”
“Bored,” Yoongi replied simply. “Plus, you’re blasting some pretty shit music. I had to come turn it off.”
“Excuse me?” you balk. You pointed a finger at Yoongi. “You trespass into my room and then insult my music? Who do you think you are?”
“I’m just telling you the truth,” Yoongi smirked. You wanted to punch him in the face, but you also wanted to kiss him because damn that was hot. Wait, kiss?
Yoongi got to his feet and walked over to your laptop, sitting on your desk chair. “Let me show you some real music,” Yoongi said, typing something into your computer. Eventually, a new song started playing.
It was just a drum beat at first, but soon powerful rapping began to play. It was fast, and the rapper had a raspy, emotive voice. And their voice sounded strangely familiar.
“Wait, is this your mixtape?” you asked, your jaw dropping.
“And if it is?” Yoongi said, spinning in the chair to give you a look.
“What a shameless plug!” you exclaimed, clutching your stomach as you laughed. Yoongi gave you an offended look, and you brushed tears out of your eyes. “But this is really good. I didn’t know you rapped. That’s so cool.”
“Thanks,” Yoongi said, glancing away. You weren’t sure, but it looked like he was blushing. “But you have no taste in music, so it doesn’t mean much.”
“Hey!” you shouted, launching a pillow at Yoongi’s head. It bounced off rather harmlessly, but the look Yoongi gave you was murderous. He stood and approached you silently, and you backed up instinctively.
Then, Yoongi’s hands shot out, grabbing your waist and squeezing. You burst into laughter, trying to wiggle away, but Yoongi only tickled you harder. Tears streamed down your face as you laughed silently, your stomach clenching.
“I’m gonna pee,” you wheezed out, trying to push Yoongi’s hands away.
He made a face at that and backed off quickly. “That’s gross,” Yoongi said, his nose crinkling.
“It’s natural,” you sniffed. “You’re lucky I didn’t. That’s what you get if you tickle me.”
“Duly noted,” Yoongi laughed. He glanced out your window at the darkening sky. “I should get back now. I’ll see you soon?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate. “See you soon.”
With that, Yoongi jumped onto your window frame, crouching precariously between your room and a two-storey fall. Then, with confidence, he pushed himself forward, leaping through the air and through his window. Yoongi crashed to the ground of his own bedroom, his muttered curses travelling through the quiet night.
You felt a bit lonely, even though he had just left. But at least you had tomorrow to look forward to. Grinning, you turned back to your computer and flopped onto the chair. You realized Yoongi had still left his mixtape up. Turning the volume on your speakers way down, you played his music, realizing that you may be developing a little crush.
- Girl in Luv
Ok so I was going to write I Got You On My Mind tonight, but I don’t have the time nor the energy for 2k+ part right now. I know I suck, but I want to be able to put out good content and sometimes I just can’t force a story. Plus, this one looked like a lot of fun, which it was. So I’m sorry for everyone who’s waiting, and I promise it’ll be out soon! I hope you enjoyed this imagine, stay tuned for more 💛
Request: hello! I was wondering if you
could write a reader x avengers where the reader died during a mission. Fury
give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the
avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and
tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for
being her family. I don’t know if that make sense.. sorry I’m french :) thank
you if you write my request. bye, I love you xx
It had been a month.
You had gone on a mission alone. They didn’t have a specific
time for you to come back, and you were undercover, so the avengers didn’t bat
an eyelid when you didn’t call in and didn’t come back in over a month. But
then they heard the news.
Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:
Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side.
‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’
Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.
‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.
‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’
Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.
Warnings: Discussion of sexual assault, probably some cursing.
Author’s Note: If I screw this up in any way, or if you feel that I can better represent what happened to the reader in the last chapter, please reach out to me and let me know. I do not pretend to fully grasp what something like that must be like to go through, this is just my interpretation of what the reader and Mitch may experience.
Additional Note: I was not going to post anything today but people have been sending me DM’s like mad at me for not posting Recruit on the first day of Mitch Week. SO, in honor of Mitch week, you get three this week. This chapter, Chapter 7, and a Mitch Week special that I did this afternoon. Enjoy, you insatiable animals. (and ily all)
Summary: Mitch spends the entire day after the attack searching for Y/n. When she finally shows up in his room that night, he is surprised by her actions.
He pulled the wooden chair up next to his bed and leaned forward in it, his hands folded in front of him, elbows resting against his thighs, and he looked up at you. Your eye had turned black and your right pinky was swollen as if it were broken. It was 0515 hours and Mitch was waiting for you to talk. You sucked on the inside of your lower lip. It had been split against your teeth when Dan had hit you across the face the night before. The bruises on your body were starting to turn purple as time brought them to the surface.
“Are you going to tell Stan?” Mitch asked, glancing up at you.
Frozen In Time (Part 1/?) (Stark & Stark/Rogers x reader)
Request: Pleaseeee write one with
Steve going to join the war after he finds out his girlfriend is pregnant with
you & you have to live your whole life knowing he picked the war over being
there for you. Maybe you get experimented on & he’s around to see you when
he comes out of the ice. Angsty fluff please.
You had lost your father to the war before you were born;
the illustrious Captain America, who had chosen country over family in a move
that shocked everyone who knew him. Your
mother had told you stories of his bravery and his selfless service as if she
were proud of the man, but as the years passed and you began to understand
more, you could sense the pain and disappointment in her tone as she
spoke. It didn’t help that you reminded
her so much of him, having been born with the smaller and complicated version
of Steve, rather than drawing the luck of getting any of his enhanced super
soldier genes. Growing up in that era
with any chronic medical problem was problematic at best, and she spent more
days filled with worry than with joy for the life of her only child.