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NCT 127 When You Can’t Skate

Taeil
He had decided to surprise you by taking you ice skating. He thought it would be a sweet scene, the two of you holding hands as you glide across the ice, however he noticed your expression falter once you two pulled up to the ice rink. He asked you what was wrong and you responded shyly that you couldn’t skate. He smiled and held your hands, “Don’t worry y/n! I won’t let you fall!”

Originally posted by localbadgirl

Johnny
It was your one year anniversary, and he had planned a really sweet and sappy evening for you. He had taken you to dinner, and walked with you hand in hand down the snowy streets of Chicago, finally stopping at an outdoor ice rink. He held up two pairs of skates and looked down at you with a bright smile adorning his face, how could you say no? You held on to the railing of the rink as you watched your tall boyfriend glide so easily across the ice, he stopped and motioned for you to join him out on the ice with a smile. Hesitantly, you propelled yourself forward, only to make it out a few feet when you started to lose your balance. However the harsh contact with the ice that you had been expecting never came, because Johnny had skated over to you and caught you before you could hit the ice. He smiled down at you in his arms, still holding you gently yet firmly, “Wow, you really did fall for me huh?”

Originally posted by withsuh

Taeyong
He knew how much you liked the thought of ice skating but knew that you were afraid to try because you were afraid of hurting yourself. So he took it upon himself to cure you of that fear, and do something fun with you…He spun you around on the ice, causing you to laugh, he drew you back into him and smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, “You’ve got the hang of it now.”

Originally posted by tytrak

Yuta
He had always liked the idea of ice skating, and thought it would be a cute idea to take you. You had agreed happily, but it wasn’t until you both were on the ice that you began to feel unsure. He looked at you quizzically, “Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked. You looked down at your feet, and muttered that you had only been skating once or twice and that you weren’t good. He laughed lightly and wrapped you up in his arms, “Well then we will have to stay close to each other.”

Originally posted by yutaf

Doyoung
He had decided to take you ice skating, after he watched how you watched videos of ice-skaters in awe. However once you two were at the rink, he noticed your change in mood, as you scuffed your skates on the ice. “Is there something wrong?” he asked. “I don’t know how to skate…” you mumbled. He smiled and took your hands in his, “Well then I’ll just have to help you!”

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Jaehyun
You two had been spending the evening together, as you walked together in the snowy streets of Seoul, wrapped up in each other’s arms, when you two had come across an outdoor skating rink. Jaehyun looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow at you. You smiled and nodded, you mentioned how you were no good, and really didn’t know how to skate, which caused him to laugh, “Then why are doing this? Just stay close to me and don’t let go, I’ll keep you safe.”

Originally posted by nctjay

Winwin
He knew you had an affinity for dancing, and participating in activities that showcased your graceful nature, so he thought it would be a fantastic idea to take you ice skating. Like he expected, you readily agreed to his proposition, however, what he wasn’t expecting was how unsure you were out on the ice, almost like your legs had frozen. He skated over to you and took your hands in his, looking into your eyes with a concerned and loving gaze asking you what was wrong. You blushed and told him that you really didn’t know howto skate, even though the sport absolutely captivated you. He smiled and gently pulled you alongside him, helping you skate, “Don’t worry y/n! I’ll always help you, plus you’re doing great!”

Originally posted by exoticnctlife

Mark
He loved the cold kiss of winter, the delicate snowflakes that drifted down from the clouds about, dusting his hair and eyelashes, the shared cups of hot cocoa, and ice skating. He thought it would be a great idea to take you ice skating, he smiled at the thought of seeing you out on the ice skating gracefully. However reality set in when he saw you on the ice, biting your lip and furrowing your brows as you struggled to maintain your balance. He skated over to you with a gentle knowing smile on his face, causing you to blush lightly. “Are you having trouble? Let me help you, we start like this…” he said guiding you alongside him gently.

Originally posted by neotechs

Haechan
He had been wanting to take you somewhere special for a while now, and as the winter months drew near he thought that taking you ice skating would be a great idea! However it turned out to not be the ideal date destination as, you had revealed to him upon your arrival to the skating rink, that you weren’t the best skater by far. He had to suppress his laughter every time he saw you loosing your balance, but it was when you hit the ice that his laughter never came. Immediately he was by your side helping you sit up, “Yikes, y/n are you okay? You hit the ice pretty hard…” he said concerned. You rubbed the back of your head, wincing at the soreness you felt as you mustered a shy and embarrassed smile for your boyfriend, who only drew you into his arms before helping you to your feet.

Originally posted by haenyan

anonymous asked:

A hufflepuff/gryffindor toshinori yagi consoling a crying new slytherin student? ^^

(I’m not sure if you meant as a professor or as a student himself, but I’m gonna go with professor)

Yagi Toshinori:

  • He’s not really sure if he should stop to console you or not; some students just wanted to cry in peace and then move on, whether it was over exam scores or a homework load.
  • His heart is too soft to ignore a person in need and even when he walks past you, he realizes he has a duty to his students and he needs to look out for their well-being. He steps over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, quietly asking if you were alright.
  • He tries to get you to talk at least a little bit about what you’re upset about, though he feels he isn’t the greatest at giving advice. He is good at listening, though, and nods his head along if you tell him what’s wrong.
  • He’d keep an eye out for you in the halls again to make sure you were still doing okay, with no more problems, once in awhile even approaching you and asking how you were doing unprompted.

anonymous asked:

But what if it was a Dancing with the Stars-esque AU, though? Except both Cass and Jyn are both good at dancing and they're rivals, so that's why they partner them up in the first place. Imagine that!

Anon 2: Uuuh, now I imagine them sniping at each other while they dance during practice. Your left flank is wide open, Jyn criticizes. Cassian dips her, You’re off rhythm by two beats, he whispers.

“Your hips are all wrong.”

“My hips are all wrong?”

“Here, let me adjust the positioning, just–I’m going to just put my hand here and…”

*Nervous sweating*


Also, now I’m into this idea of a Dancing with the Stars type AU. Are they both professionals? Are they both celebrities? Is this an AU of the celebrity AU i am already writing? 

it like massively hampers any kind of discussion on this site when people who dont know anything about whats going on insist on jumping in and wasting everyones time either by talking complete bullshit or totally derailing the discussion to talk about shit they dont understand and have to be corrected on like can people just not accept that not every post is for them??? sometimes its ok to just shut up and stop acting like you know shit like i see so many posts where people are like “ive never heard of [topic at hand] but i did hear [incorrect shite] from my mate clive so i think youre wrong” like if you dont actually know what you’re talking about and it’s clear the people talking really do then just……. be quiet

jooheonie-s  asked:

He saw her in pajamas and called her cute and the moment half the planet died of heart ache, when he HELD HER HAND *already crying* and tells her he likes her, and asks what did he do wrong 😭😭😭 istg I was flipping tables and exploding things more than the bf simulator. Besides the cruelty with my favorite tol and soft boy, everything was amazing and I really wish you'd write more long complicated stories like this. Thank you for writing and sharing it 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

(i did read all your other messages but to spare everyone, i won’t put them all on one post~) ahhh i’m so soft rn this is lovely thank you so much!! i’m really glad you liked it, i had some help from others with the plot because originally she was gonna end up with hyungwon but,, i love making people suffer and what not. changkyun officially the worst boyfriend simulator ever but hey! i got some requests for a part 2 which i might think about doing (i have no idea what to write though…) but if you were looking for other longer scenarios, i have quite a few that are over 10k! i’ll link them:

jewel in the crown - kihyun (15.1k)
poles apart - taehyung (13.6k)
fifty two - sehun (19.6k)
blandish her - jongin (15.5k)
bete noire - suho (11.1k)
until hell freezes over - yixing (10.6k)
the art of deception - luhan (14.8k)

and there’s more to come! thank you so much for these messages ahhh i love you, you’re one of the nicest people alive ♡♡♡

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David Bowie references

  1. Oh, You Pretty Things:  Oh, you pretty things. Don’t you know you’re driving your Mamas and Papas insane?…
  2. Rebel, Rebel: You’ve got your transmission and your live wire. You got your cue line and a handful of ludes…
  3. Space Oddity:  Ground Control to Major Tom. Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong. Can you hear me, Major Tom?…
  4. Life On Mars?: Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy. Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know…
  5. Under Pressure:  It’s the terror of knowing what the world is about. Watching some good friends screaming…
  6. Cat People:  It’s been so long. And I’ve been putting out fire with gasoline
  7. Starman: There’s a starman waiting in the sky. He’d like to come and meet us…
i could be good with you

Summary: Cuddling up to Otabek has always been easy and normal for Yuri. So when Otabek starts avoiding him, it hurts a lot more than he expects. (2nd place giveaway prize for @some-sort-of-firefly !! Prompt: confessions and first kisses. otayuri. word count: 1237)


They’ve always been comfortable with being close together physically. That’s how it’s been, and that’s how it always will be.

At first, it was never the way Viktor and Yuuri are always draped over each other in public – god, Yuri would rather never step foot on the ice again than be anything like those two – but it’s more of the subtle things, such as Yuri wrapping his arms around Otabek during motorcycle rides, or Otabek’s hand gently holding the small of Yuri’s back as he leads them through the streets.

Then it started becoming, well, less subtle. Such as the multiple times Yuri has tackles Otabek in a hug after a long period of time without seeing each other, Otabek playing with Yuri’s hair and braiding it to different styles, and falling asleep together on the same bed, arms wrapped around each other.

For Yuri, it’s something natural, comforting. Nothing calms him down more than Otabek’s touch, warm and steady and easy to focus on when he’s starting to lose his temper. He’s sure that his best naps he’s had have always been with Otabek’s arms around him. Otabek is such a comforting presence that is now hard to live without.

As of late, though, he’s noticed that Otabek has been distancing himself from him, physically. Everything else has been the same, but Otabek no longer plays with his hair or takes his hand, or, well, anything. He’s been conscious with how he moves when he’s around Yuri, and whenever Yuri tries to initiate the contact himself, it only takes a few minutes before Otabek gently moves Yuri’s hands away from him.

It’s… concerning. And lonely, he finds out, when Otabek smiles at him apologetically that night and says he’d rather sleep in his own hotel room for the rest of their time in France for the Grand Prix Finals. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. And when he sees Otabek yawning and rubbing his eyes the next day, he knows he isn’t the only one.

So what gives?

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savethelastklance  asked:

Ok Gay teen inquisitior coming out to their families and being basically kicked from it,how would the companions react?

Cassandra: “How dare you? You would abandon your child just because of who they love?” They get an aggressive scolding, until finally she scoffs. “You should be ashamed! This is your child, your kin, your baby… fine. They are part of my family, now.” she declares them as her own kin, and the Herald looks at her with something like awe. They’re still suffering and stressed from the aftermath, but whatever comes next, Cassandra will do her best to support them. “I hope you know it is among the greatest of sins in the eyes of the Maker to abandon your kin.” she warns their family coldly.

Blackwall: “What– what in the world is wrong with you people?!” he snaps. “You’ve got a lovely, wonderful child! Why does it matter who they’re interested in?” He tries to act sort of a father figure after all of this, and checks on them repeatedly. It’s going to be hard for them, but he’ll be there with them.

Iron Bull: “You sick motherfuckers.” he growls as Sera screams and shouts at them. “People like you– you’re the real scum of Thedas. You’re lucky I can’t strike you for this. So I’ll settle for this: they’re a Charger now, and if you ever try to come back with anything other than an apology, I don’t ever want to see you near this kid again.” He scoffs. “Come on, Imekari; it’s their loss. We’re both Tal-Vashoth now.” 

Sera: She completely loses her temper, and has to be held back by one of the warriors– probably Bull, as he’s the only one who can contain her rage– and starts screaming and shouting obscenities and death threats at the Inquisitor’s family. “Fuck you! FUCK YOU! You sick motherfriggin’ shites!” she howls. “This is your BABY! You’re treating them like this just because they’re gay?! Fuck you all! They’re MY family now!” She spits on the floor before she leaves, and family is tormented for months afterwards by the Red Jennies.

Cole: “But why?” he asks, utterly confused. “Why are you kicking them out? They’re good, and they want to help. They’re perfect for family. I don’t understand!” Their intense pain hurts him, and it hurts even worse when he’s not sure how to fix this or heal them. 

Varric: He bristles, then puts a hand on the kid’s back while scowling at the parents. “Come on. You don’t deserve this.” He pulls them away, and once they’re somewhere safe, he writes the most scathing letter he has ever penned and sends it off to them, warning them to stay away from their kid– at the end, it reads, “they’re a Tethras now.”

Vivienne: She takes the teen by the hand and ushers them away, giving the parents the coldest stare the Inquisitor has ever seen her give anyone. The only word she utters at them is “pitiful” and tells the teen privately later that she is more than willing to take them in. In the meanwhile, especially if they’re Trevelyans, she absolutely obliterates their social standing.

Dorian: He wants to pitch a fit. He wants to make them learn a lesson, to feel the pain he did when his own father did this to him, but he knows that the teenager’s safety is more important. Instead of even speaking to them other than a few choice Tevene curses and insults and an order to never speak to him or their child again unless it’s with a sincere apology, he takes their child away. The rest of his efforts are focused on tending to the teen’s emotional needs and ensuring with the others that they’ll always have someone to live with. He knows exactly how they feel, and he spends the most time with them afterwards.

Solas: He stares so icily it wouldn’t be a surprise if the parents turned to ice, but he knows better than to make the situation worse. He mutters an elven curse or two at them, several if they’re elves, and leaves. He does tell Leliana, though.

Cullen: He’s absolutely disgusted. “Maker’s Breath, what is WRONG with you people?!” he cries, and escorts the teen away, and warns them that if they step foot in Skyhold, they’ll be kicked out. He tells Mia about it later in a letter, and shortly afterwards, the Rutherfords are on Skyhold’s doorstep, asking where their newest family member is. 

Leliana: They’ve made a mistake. They have made a dreadful mistake. “You will find there are consequences for your actions. Very soon.” she warns as she takes their child away. 

Josephine: The look of horror and dismay on her face is overwhelming as she stares in absolute disbelief, holding a hand to her chest as if she’s been personally insulted. Silently, she takes the Herald by the hand and takes them away, and once somewhere safe, she sits down with them and talks with them about it. “If they won’t have you, we will,” she promises, “the Montilyets will welcome you as one of our own, always.”

A Lesson in Love (The End)

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

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,898

A/N: This is it, y’all. We’ve finally reached the final part of the series and, because I’m a sentimental son of a gun, I’ll post a proper goodbye post to this story sometime in the next day or two.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Without you, there would be no ALiL. I can’t thank you enough for you endless support.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You wake up early the next morning, eyes blinking wearily as you struggle to free yourself from the last remaining tendrils of slumber. It’s not a simple task, mostly because you’re still exhausted and all you want to do is fall go back to sleep.

But you can’t. Something woke you up and you need to figure out what it was.

As you begin to come to, so do your senses. A quick sweep around your surroundings lets you know that you’re not in your apartment and the feeling of someone wrapped around you is the only clue you need to figure out that you’re not alone. You turn your head slightly, nose catching the scent of antibacterial soap - a smell that your brain immediately connects to doctors and hospitals.

Hospitals.

The last bit of confusion about your current location fades away as your brain catches up with your senses. You’re with Bucky.

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Bygones of the Sun | 03 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 7.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

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There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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Sweet Words of Mine

Summary:  A trip down memory lane as Bucky tries to find the right time to tell you how he feels.

Word Count: 2,213

Warnings: Slight angst. Brief smut.

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean Winchester fic. It’s based on Norah Jones’ “Those Sweet Words.”

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

Your eyes fluttered opened, your boyfriend’s face a blur. Yet you could recognize the long, dark hair. You felt him shake you, hear his voice from afar. Lips upturning, you tried to convey to him just how happy you were that he was there with you. Yet when your eyes focused on his, they were full of desperation, of frustration. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, why did he look so distressed? Yet the darkness swept you up and you gave in to it.


“Bucky, come on!” You grabbed his hand, dragging him with you through the throng of people waiting to enter the stadium. Your favorite band was on tour and were currently in New York City and you were more than excited to hear them.

“There are too many people,” said Bucky, grouchy expression prompting a laugh from you.

“Look!” you exclaimed, pointing at a security guard. “Maybe he can help us find our seats.”

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Days of the week (smut)

Words: 1148

Warning: Smut

Reader x All the members

A/N:  This is a special smut that contains 8 parts, this is the first one and does not have smut yet

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l   Days of the week: Tuesday - Yoongi l


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

 Everything started with a fan meeting. Everything started only with that.  You were nothing but just a fan, a fan who never thought that all that would happen. Once you went there, your life changed.

  You were there, waiting for your turn to see them, to talk to them, to give them gifts. You couldn’t be more anxious, you had been waiting for that moment all life. And finally, your turn came. You talked to them, one by one, sharing smiles and compliments. In the end of the FM, when you were about to leave – it was already empty, you wanted to stay there the most you could - someone stopped you. You turned around, and a big man was standing behind you.

“Can I help you?” you asked politely, and kinda scared.

“Come with me, please” the man said. He must be one of the securities, and your stomach started to burn up. What did you have done? Why was he calling you? What the fuck. The man took you to the backstage and while you walked thru the hallway, no one seemed to pay attention on you both. The man stopped in front of a door and looked at you.

 “I am the boys’ bodyguard. They are right inside this room” he said. Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok were right there? What was gonna happen?

“They want to talk to you” You felt your body tensing up; you felt your heart stopping. What… the…fuck…? They want to talk to me? Oh my… “But I have to check you before”.

When he finished checking you, he looked at you again.

“And one more thing… You have to assign something” he said and gave you a paper.

Confidentiality Term?

“What is this for?”

“You can’t see them if you don’t assign this” He said.

Right.

You did as he said.

“You can go in”.

And just this way, he opened the door, and there they were. The youngest ones were sat, while the hyungs were standing. You entered into the room, your body shaking while you heard the door being closed.

“Hello” Namjoon said, “nice to meet you again” he said. Oh ma.

“H-hi, oh my God” you said, voice trembling.  You looked at their faces; they were looking at you as if you were an animal in a zoo, smiling cockily. They said a “hi” in unison.

“Don’t be nervous. What’s your name again?” he asked. Of course they don’t remember, they knew a lot of fans today.

“Y/N” you answered, blushing.

“And how old are you?” Jin asked. You almost lost your conscience because of the sound of his voice.

 “I am 18”.

 What was happening? What did they want? And whatever they wanted, why me? You must be dreaming. You were not in a room with the boys of BTS.

“Hum… old enough”.

They kept talking to you, asking things and you just answered, not daring to ask what was happening. But minutes later, maybe hours, you didn’t know, after a lot of conversation, the boys told you to sit.

“You are really beautiful, you know?” Taehyung said, making you wide your eyes. His deep voice did send you shiver. His lips… oh.

“Huh, t-thank you” you said, your face probably redder than a tomato.

“You are single?” Jin asked.

 “Yes” you answered.

“Well, Y/N. We gotta say that the fact you are wonderful is seen by all of us. Not just wonderful…You are hot too…” Namjoon said, his voice deepened as he said “hot”, looking you up and down. Your heart rushed. Did Namjoon say you were hot? Nah… Taehyung sat beside you, and your body tensioned. He seemed to notice because he smirked cockily.

“Are you nervous?” he asked. You nodded.

“Why Am I here? Did I do something wrong?” you asked shyly. They laughed.

 “Of course you didn’t, baby girl. Tell us… as a fan… you think we are hot, don’t you?” Yoongi said.

What?

“O-of course I do” you said, blushing and looking down.  You felt Taehyung getting closer to you.

“And would you like to kiss me?” he asked, putting his arms around you. Oh my God that couldn’t be happening. Not with you. He got closer, his lips touching your ear, “would you like to touch me? Would you want me to…” he said, his hands flew to your thighs, squeezing at it and making you jump by the sudden touch, “Fuck you, hard and good?”

 The world stopped to you. You looked at him by the moment he said that. Did he say…did he ask…? Shit. You looked at the boys and they didn’t seem to be surprised. They didn’t act. They just stayed there, waiting for you to answer. You were so chocked that you didn’t realize Jimin had sat in your other side.

“Wouldn’t you want me to suck on your clit?” he said, his hand on your other thigh, getting up toward your breast, “or your boobs”

You got up immediately. What the fuck are you doing? Don’t. You didn’t know what to do.

 “We are sorry… sorry” Taehyung said, now apparently worried because of your reaction “We shouldn’t have touched you, we are sorry. You can go if you want”

No way.

“Why did you call me?” you asked. “That’s what I want to know”.

 “We liked you. We want you” Jin said simply. You looked at their faces again and noticed that Jungkook was the only one who wasn’t talked yet. So he is really shy.

“All you?” you asked shyly, looking at Jungkook.

“Yes, all of us” Jungkook said, making you surprised again. He was so fucking cute. They kept there, waiting for you to say something, anything.

 “I… I don’t think I understand” you said. What did they want? To fuck you all at once?

 “We are seven. There are seven days a week. We want you. That’s it. But if you don’t want to, you can go. But remember you can’t tell this to anyone” Namjoon said.

You thought about it… You wanted of course, but that was so sudden.

“You won’t live with us or something… We are staying here for 2 more weeks, and then we leave. You’ll go to our hotel room to see us when we call you and that’s it. Don’t think you are a slut because of it. You will be just a girl who wants to fuck her idols. Her idols who want to fuck her too”

That’s enough.

“Yes” you said.

“What?” Jimin and Hoseok asked, this time surprised.

“Yes. Let’s do that”  

Did I just accept?

 All of sudden, Jin walked towards you and grabbed your waist, pushing you back till your back hit the wall. He licked your earlobe while squeezing your butt with both his hands and whispered:

“Tomorrow is Monday. I am the first one”

bts scenario: you’re sad/upset

bts scenario: you’re sad/upset

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jin: jin’s motherly instincts would kick in and he would be at your side within a few seconds asking you what was wrong. when you told him you were feeling upset, he’d place kisses all over your cheeks and forehead, cuddling you all night until you felt better.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: yoongi would be apprehensive at first about approaching you when he had noticed you were upset, but his boyfriend instincts kicked in as soon as he heard you sniffle signaling that you were crying. he would immediately be at your side, pushing back your hair and holding your face in his hands. he wouldn’t let go until you told him what was wrong and told him of all your insecurities. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

hoseok: hobi would be so concerned. he’d immediately have you in his arms, quietly whispering words of comfort and stroking your hair as you cried it all out. he’d pull you back and place a chaste kiss on your lips. “i’m here for you baby, okay? always.”

Originally posted by jaayhope

namjoon: you were trying to avoid him and he knew it. he knew you didn’t wanna tell him all about what was bothering you because you thought he was too busy. at night, he’d pull you onto his lap and whisper how much he loves you over and over. eventually you’d break into tears and tell him what was wrong, and he’d listen to every word as you cried in his loving arms.

Originally posted by namseok

jimin: jimin would find the comfiest and biggest blanket you owned and wrap you up in it. he’d pull you onto his lap on the couch and gently stroke your hair and kiss you all over your face, making you giggle. “jiminie!” you’d screech as his kisses started to tickle. “there’s my baby’s smile!” the kisses wouldn’t stop until he knew you were happy again. 

Originally posted by hajimajimin

taehyung: taehyung would immediately resort to trying to make you laugh. he knew you loved the stupid faces he made, so that’s exactly what he did. at first you’d try to get him to stop, saying you weren’t in the mood, but eventually you would break and start giggling at his antics. he would immediately smile and bring you in for a tight hug, “i love you jagi.”

Originally posted by hoe4bts

jungkook: this poor lil bun wouldn’t know exactly how to comfort you, but he would do the best that he could. he’d pull you in for a standing hug and whisper into your ear small words of comfort as the stress and sadness seemed to melt away from his gentle movements. “thank you jungkook,” you’d whisper after the long hug. “anything for my princess.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Commission for @inarelashionshipwithmyself


Lance had been cranky the last few weeks. On it’s own that wasn’t too unusual, Lance got cranky about the weirdest things.
About running out of the good face masks and having to use different ones that Allura gave him. About the mice not being in the mood to play with him when he wanted. About getting too little sleep. About getting too much sleep. About an alien he’d never seen before and never would again rejecting his embarrassing advances.
But usually his mood brightened again as quickly as it had soured and this lasting slump was starting to worry them.

Keith wasn’t the first who’d noticed it, he hardly ever was when it came to these things. But after Hunk had addressed Lance’s recent attitude and he’d started to pay attention, the signs couldn’t be ignored anymore.
Usually Lance chattered endlessly during their meals and meetings, now he hardly ever said a word, leaving the group as soon as he could where he’d despised being alone for long periods before.
He seemed tense during training sessions, focused but way too stubborn to really make anything out of it, the slightest mistake throwing him off for the whole day. Keith had caught him more than once on the training deck, using it late into the night, expression hardened and determined.

Whenever Hunk or Shiro or, lately, even Allura tried to talk to him he’d put on a cheery mask and pretend everything was fine before retreating to the shooting range to utterly destroy every target the ship gave him.
Keith didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to reach Lance if not even their most empathetic team members could. He hadn’t felt this helpless since he heard the reports about the Kerberos mission failing.
Until the afternoon he was paired up with Lance for hand to hand combat training.

“That’s – okay, that’s enough”, Lance spat, squirming helplessly where Keith had him pinned, one hand tapping a fluttery rhythm against the floor. “I yield! Fuck, I yield!”
Keith furrowed his brows, not used to the other boy giving in this easily, but he still stepped back, offering Lance a hand to help him get up.
Lance scoffed and slapped the hand away, pushing himself upright. Frown deepening Keith watched him.

“You okay?”, he asked, wiping sweat from his forehead. They’d been sparring for a while already. Where Lance had been almost tenacious in the beginning the fire in his eyes had subsided with every failed try to overpower Keith, every time it was him tapping the mat instead.
Now he leveled Keith with an icy glare but instead of getting back into stance he turned away.
“Leave me alone”, he mumbled before he left the training deck.

Shiro perked up from where he was pinning Hunk against the floor, the yellow paladin about to twist free from the hold and counter it when he also noticed Lance’s retreat.
Allura stepped forward, hands on her hips as she called after him: “Lance! Lance, we’re not done, where do you think you’re…”
“It’s okay!”, Hunk called, having used the distraction to free himself and scramble to his feet. “It’s okay, I’ll go get him!”

“No”, Keith said, body moving before he could even think about it. “I’ll go, I’ll talk to him…” He could feel their eyes on him, skeptical and unsure. Could hear the breath Hunk took, the careful “Um, Keith buddy…”
But he just shook his head, going for the doors.
“I got this.”

As expected he found Lance in his room, already changed halfway out of his armor, the leg pieces still clinging to his body.
“I told you to leave me alone”, Lance mumbled, no emotion to be heard in his voice, but Keith still stepped further into the room, arms crossed and face determined.
“Yeah”, he answered, taking a look at the helmet and armor pieces Lance had put on the table for now. “But I wanna know what your deal is. You’ve been … weird.”
Lance huffed a dry laugh and shook his head.
“I’ve been…? No. Nothing. No deal, everything’s just … peachy.”

“Bullshit.” Keith shook his head. “You can tell Hunk and Shiro that. Because they want to … respect your privacy or whatever. But something’s wrong. I wanna know what.”
Lance groaned, throwing another armor piece onto the table.
“What, so you can feel even better about yourself? Just go away!”
Keith huffed and leaned a hip against the desk, trying to catch Lance’s gaze but the blue paladin already turned away from him again.

“Listen”, he began, not quite sure where this would lead but just going with it for now. “Just because you can’t beat me at hand to hand doesn’t mean…”
“Hand to hand? What can I beat you at then?”, Lance spat, whirling around to finally meet Keith’s gaze and there it was again, that fire he’d seen at the beginning of the training session. “You’re the amazing pilot, the martial arts expert, the brave one everybody loves and wants to be like! What else is there, what else … what else can I contribute?”
Keith frowned.

“You … you want to be like me?”
“Oh piss off!”, Lance cursed, turning away again with an exasperated huff. Slowly but surely Keith began to suspect he really wasn’t the right one for this job, that he was only making worse. Maybe he should retreat and send one of the others instead, to settle what he’d done wrong.
“I’m … I’m not good at this”, he began, already setting up to excuse himself when he had an idea. “At uh … talking to people. When they’re upset.”
“Oh really…” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm but Keith pressed on.

“Or just in general. I just can’t seem to … connect with others. I’m not good at that. You are.”
Even though Lance’s back was turned to him Keith could see how he froze, head tilted a little. Listening. He took his chance and went on.
“Remember when we were on that desert planet and neither Pidge nor me could convince the aliens to let us evacuate them? But then you came in and only needed two minutes with their leader to make them trust us?”

Lance shook his head.
“You were still wearing your helmets, that was rude to them.”
“Yeah but we didn’t know! We never would have figured that out if you hadn’t!” Keith took a careful step forward, around Lance, to look at him again. Some of the tension had seeped out of the other boy’s shoulders and his expression wasn’t quite as hardened as before.
“Yeah”, Lance mumbled. “You guys would’ve been lost without me.”
“We would have been!”, Keith insisted, still not sure what he was doing, only that it seemed to work at least a little.

“And … and that’s not the only thing! You’re … you’re a great shot. An incredible shot! There’s a reason your bayard is a rifle and mine is for close combat. You’re our long range guy, yeah? You don’t have to beat me at hand to hand when you can beat me in a shooting competition any day. And your bond with your lion…”
That was apparently the wrong thing to say. Lance rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Yours is better. The things Red does for you, it’s crazy…”

“Oh god!”, Keith groaned, throwing his arms out. “Stop comparing yourself to me! You’re your own person! And you bring your own skills to the team! We all need you and if you can’t see how much Blue adores you, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought!”
There was a pause, Lance squinting at him as if deciding to trust him or not. Keith stubbornly held the gaze.

“You mean that, don’t you?”, Lance asked after a while, expression shifting from suspicious to thoughtful. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it.
“In case you haven’t noticed”, Keith said, posture relaxing again. “I’m also a really bad liar.”
Lance huffed another dry laugh at that but the creases around his eyes vanished as he relaxed.
“You really are”, he smiled tentatively and Keith couldn’t even bring himself to be mad at him. Not when he just coaxed a smile out of Lance. The first one in weeks.

Then Lance reached out to take his hand, squeezing it tightly, and Keith was way too surprised to react. The grip around his fingers was strong and warm, oddly pleasant.
“Come with me”, Lance said, tugging him towards the door without a care in the world for his half dismantled armor.
“What … where…”
“Shooting range”, Lance answered, completely nonchalant with a little shrug. “Wanna beat your ass at something right now.”
Keith snorted but let himself be dragged away. If that’s all it took to make Lance smile again he’d lose a hundred shooting competitions against him.


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The “Exchange” Program #1

Originally posted by nnochu



Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/N: I’m starting this fanfic again, I promise you that it is not like the last one it just has a the same concept (hopefully it will do as well) This is the first part but since i have exams this week i won’t be posting this week. But please tell me what you think :)

Standing next to your Mother and Father, you waited for the boy with a smiling face.

“I really hope he doesn’t hate us” your Mother stressed, her husbands hand tight around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure he’ll have a great time” he reassured her.

“Mum, I’m sure everything will be okay. What could go wrong?” you smiled, staring at the crowd of people emerging from the flight.

“I think that’s him” your mother exclaimed, holding up the sign which had his name on it. The tall boy smiled, dressed in jeans and a white sweater with glasses shaping his face.

He was cute. Perfect even.

You squirmed with excitement as the boy strutted towards your small family, you pulled down your skirt making sure to present yourself nicely and make a good impression.

“Nice to meet all of you” the boy smiled and shook your Dad’s and Mum’s hand and smiled at you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Jungkook” he smiled even wider this time, making your heart swell.

“Nice to meet you too!” your mum said clutching her bag to her side grabbing your shoulders and pulling yourself next to her.

“This is my daughter Y/n”

You put your hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepted.

“Right, It’s time to get going, to beat the traffic” your dad smiled patting Jungkook on the back as the four of you walked out of the building.

Pulling into the gas station on your drive home your dad offered you and Jungkook to get something from the there.

Heading straight towards the packets of chips you notice Jungkook looking around suspiciously on the other side of you. Walking around to the other isle you see him shove a packet of red vines into his jacket pocket he had put on earlier.

Your eyes went wide in fear of getting caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper trying to get to the packet of liquorice out of his pocket. Pushing your hand away and shoving the packet even deeper, he laughed.

“You’ve really never done this? Gees, I knew you were a good girl the minute I laid my eyes on you” he rolled his eyes and continued on to the counter.

“And a packet of those” he pointed to the cigarettes on the top shelf, your jaw dropped and your eyes became wider.

“Sixteen dollars” the old mans voice rang through the station, not giving two shits about how young the boy in front of him looked.

Shoving the packet of cigarettes into his jean pocket you still couldn’t believe your eyes. The boy that you thought was perfect is the complete opposite.

“Have fun getting cancer” you snickered to him as you walked to the other side of the car.

“I’ll be the first to tell you Miss Goody Two-Shoes” he smiled and opened the door.

“Welcome to the Y/L/N residence” your dad brought Jungkooks bags in to your house.

“So basically Y/n’s Father and I run a popular clothing business, meaning we won’t be here that often. My Husband is going on a business trip to Morocco tomorrow morning and I’m going to Milan this evening”

Your mother explained the situation of your father and her about their busy work schedule whilst you were half way up the stairs to your safe haven.

“Y/n, show Jungkook to his room. Your Father and I are going to go pack” Your Mother told you as her and her husband walked to their room on the ground floor.

“C’mon” you mumbled.

Walking down the hall way and into the common room that was also yours you turned to him and pointed to the door that was opposite yours on the other side of the room.

“That one is yours, this one is mine” You whispered. You don’t know where this sudden fear came from but you didn’t like it. Walking to your room you hurried making sure he couldn’t say something but before you could go in, he asked you something.

“Why are you acting so shy?” he asked.

You froze in your steps and slowly turned to him, he walked to wards you standing two metres in front of you.

“I dunno” you whispered still looking at your feet.

You knew exactly why you were shy. He was cute you won’t deny it, but you always avoided these types of guys but now having one in your house for a year was insanity.

“Perhaps you’re afraid I’ll try and make a move on you?” he smirked

You nodded your head quickly still looking down.

You felt his hand grab your chin and lift your face up so you were staring at him. The sudden action made your heart beat faster, while all you could do was stare at his facial features.

“Don’t worry kitten, I have no interest in you whatsoever” he laughed and let go. Walking back to his room you laughed to yourself as well.

“Well I have no interest in you either!!!” you shouted at the closed door.

“No good, idiotic, hateful, heinous jerk” you mumbled to yourself as you entered your room.

Collapsing on your bed, you let out a frustrated sigh thinking how in the hell are you going to put up with him for a whole freaking year.

7:00pm and your stomach was growling for food.

You had eaten the last piece of chocolate in your room and you wanted dinner but you were to afraid that you would bump into him.

GROWL

“Whyyy” you whined, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Opening the door a creak you looked out to see Jungkook’s door open and him laying on his bed a phone in his hand.

“Alright I can do this” you gave yourself a mini pep talk and tip toed out of your room.

It was going great until you tripped over your cat. Yelping the cat scattered down the stairs causing you to hear foot steps emerge from the boys room,

“Are you going to get food?” you turned around and got struck by how good he looked in just jeans and a simple white shirt, the shirt clung to his muscles making him look ten times hotter.

“Yeah” you choked out of your mouth.

“Good I’m starving” he uttered walking your way. The two of you headed down the stairs to see two suitcases at the door, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

“Looks like you two are getting along” your dad said holding his passport in one hand looking like he was waiting for your mum.

“Oh yeah! We’ve been talking for hours, pretty much like siblings” Jungkook laughed causing your dad to cackle.

“Dad I thought you were leaving tomorrow” you questioned your dad as your mum emerged from the dimly lit hallway.

“Something came up so your Dad and I thought it was best to go together to Morocco then Milan”

Your mouth went into an O shape as the two of them got ready leave. Your mum came over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead whilst your dad hugged you, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks” you nodded your head.

“Be good you two” your mum laughed as they left the house.

“Isn’t the whole point of exchange for me to improve my english by you know speaking to people?” Jungkook snickered and grabbed two packets of ramen.

“Am I a horse? I speak fluent english” you question him and poured the hot water into a pot.

“Like we’re going to talk” he rolled his eyes and took a seat at the island table.

“If you make an effort I’ll make and effort” you smiled at him, he nodded his head and fiddled with the fork in his hand.

A couple minutes later you put the pot on the table as the two of you ate from the pot.

“This is nothing like home” he mumbled still shoving the noodles into his mouth. “Well I’m sorry, I’m not exactly Korean so I can’t cook you whatever you eat” you snickered, “this is my brothers, I ate it once and i liked it so I thought i might as well eat tonight.”

“Speaking of your brother, why did he want to learn Korean?” he asked shoving more of the noodles into his mouth.

“He likes Kpop and drama’s, especially that one group what were they called again?” you racked your brain for the answer until Jungkook gave you it.

“STB?” he asked putting the fork down.

“Yeah those guys! He plays the song ‘Tears, Sweat and Blood’ again and again” you laughed.

“Yeah they’re quite popular, what about you, do you like Kpop?” he asked and picked up his fork again to eat more.

“Yeah I don’t mind it. I mean I’m not in love with it but if my brother puts it on then I’ll sing broken Korean with him” the last statement made him laugh.

Your heart fluttered looking at him, you felt warm inside…’No Y/n this is not how you’re supposed to feel, he’s vulgar…look at him scoff down the ramen’

“Can you slow down your eating, you’re going to choke” after your statement he grabbed the pot and chugged the noodle soup.

Your face turned into disgust as you stood up.

“That’s so gross” you whined and started to walk away.

“That’s so gross” he mimicked in a higher voice. “I do not sound like that” he mimicked you again laughing to himself. “You’re such a dick” you exclaimed as you walked into your room.

It was late and you wanted to get some fresh air.

You walked on onto the balcony and hopped up on the railing tot he side and rested your back against the wall.

A couple moments later Jungkook came out lighting a cigarette in his mouth not aware that you two were there.

“Could you find somewhere else to poison your body?” you startled him as he quickly turned around looking at you with a shock expression on his face.

“Can you be a smart ass somewhere else?” he question.

You scoffed as silence filled the air.

You felt yourself cramping up and you stretched your legs, which was the biggest mistake of your life.

You were about to fall to your death but luckily Jungkook acted fast, he dropped the cigarette and clutched your arm dragging you onto him making you both fall to the ground.

You were positioned on top of him as if you were straddling him.

You looked intensely into his eyes as he did with you, you were mere inches from kissing him and that was all you wanted to do.

Originally posted by lethalbarnes



Title: “Can I try on the Suit?” (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: A certain spider hero crawls into the confines and comfort of his own bedroom, not even realising that the reader has been waiting for him.

Word Count: 1536

A/N: OK I LOVE THIS A LOT! I’ve been working on it during my free time this week and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! :) 

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Sweet Treat*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: After a seemingly hard health evaluation with the team, Reader wakes up irritated. Steve wants to make the day special for her and apologize, but this only makes his girlfriend want to try something new and explore a new side of her.
Word Count: 2.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warning: light hair pulling, teasing, masturbation, dirty talking, thigh riding, grinding, cock worship [?], detailed oral sex (male receiving), and light Dom!Reader.
Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for helping me with this one.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Eyes closed, you grumbled as the sound coming from the side of your bed repeated for the second time in a row. You unconsciously placed another pillow above your head and tried to forget the melody, but it was already too late as you awoke to the ringtone of your smartphone lying on your bedside table. You barely had time to open your eyes and catch the device that the annoying sound faded away.

Mentally cursing the person who had woken you up, you lay back your phone on the nightstand and sought a few more minutes of sleep. You only had the time to find the meaning of this word again that your ringtone screamed to your ears once more. Furiously, you blindly reached for the phone and answered the call with this clear irritation on your features

“What?!”

Whoa, looks like someone hasn’t had enough sleep.

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