when you stop and look around

anonymous asked:

How bout a prompt for Reddie where Eddie cannot stop smiling like a total idiot. (Other than his first kiss cuz once he was smiling for like an hour?)

- eddie had this thing that when he was super happy he literally couldn’t stop himself from smiling and had to bite down on his lip

- this happened mostly around richie, because richie can literally make anyone smile like??

- “you look cute today eds, pink suits you”

- eddie would just roll his eyes but then smile like a big idiot when richie wasn’t looking

- whenever ben brought up the fact richie just talks about eddie ALL THE TIME, eddie would start beaming

- “does he really talk about me?”

- “24/7″

- whenever richie would sneak through his window eddie’s mood would instantly shift from bad to good

- “hows my sunshine boy doing this fine evening?”

- oh yeah, richie calls him his sunshine boy, didn’t i mention that?

- eddie can’t stop grinning when he catches richie staring at him when he thinks he isn’t looking (he always is)

- “you two are so love sick it hurts” stan would always say

- eddie would just shrug and smile, knowing he’s 110% right

anonymous asked:

Hey uh... If requests are open... Can I get some emperor Hanzo with a concubine reader who almost never speaks, but one day he hears her singing in his garden and it turns out her voice is amazing. How would he react to hearing her, especially if when questioned she explained she's just extremely shy?

Hanzo: 

There were many concubines who worked hard to gain Emperor Hanzo’s favor, it was all part of climbing to the top in order to bring forth an heir to him and the kingdom. Of course, they all knew that his younger brother enjoyed the lot of them more than the emperor himself but they kept on trying to grab his attention. You, however, were much too timid to be like the other women who were happy to show Hanzo the wonderful things they could do in order to prove that they were worthy of being with him. 

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We were walking down the street. Leaves were falling. Autumn’s finally here. We stopped by at the front porch and had a little talk.

    I asked her “When I’m not with you and you’re in a crowded place, do you still look for me?” She looked into my eyes and took my hand. There was a sudden silence in the air. She slowly put my hand to where her heart is and said “I don’t have to look for you. I know that even when you’re not around, you’re right here, in my heart, always. You are my soulmate.” I wanted to cry that moment but I decided not to. I never thought someone could make me still believe that love is real.

—  // soulmates and autumn 

anonymous asked:

Wanna one reaction when they went shopping with their gf and their gf starts staring at a wedding dress from the shop’s window

Jisung, Minhyun, Daniel, Jihoon, Jinyoung, Daehwi wouldn’t notice you stopped at first and they would keep walking. When they turn around and don’t see you next to them, all of them would be a little confused. As they see you staring at the three wedding dresses in the shop’s window their hearts would start beating fast. It would be a moment when they all will imagine their future with you and how beautiful and amazing you will look in your wedding dress. The happiest moment of their life when you will say yes. They would smile and tell you how perfect you will look during your wedding day and how much they can’t wait for it.

Sungwoon, Seongwoo, Jaehwan, Woojin, Guan Lin would smile brightly and give you a backhug while they place their chin on your shoulder. “Which one do you like?” As you point to one of the dresses, they will smile and look at you for a moment. “How about you try it on?” “What do you mean?” “Let’s just go in and you can try it on since you like it so much. Come on.” They won’t wait for your answer and just drag you into the shop and start shoving dresses into your arms while watching you with a huge smile on their face.

anonymous asked:

25) and 2) for the ask meme thing

another 25!

I’m fine,” he bitches.

Party taps Ghoul’s split lip, twisting his mouth in a mocking way when the other flinches. “Yeah-fucking-right you are,” he replies in the same bitchy tone, before his expression shifts to something a lot darker. “Who did this?”

Ghoul shrugs, wrinkling his nose. “It doesn’t fucking matter.” He moves to shove past Party, but stops when he feels the redhead’s fingers close, viselike, around his arm.

“No,” Party growls, his hand traveling up to trace not only the split lip, but the blood streaked across Ghoul’s cheek, the reddish skin under his eye. “Who fucking did this?” His grip tightens on Ghoul’s bicep, and he looks pissed. Ghoul stares at him, mouth open slightly.

“They’re not going to get away with fucking up that pretty face,” Party says softly, cupping Ghoul’s face in his palm. He sweeps a thumb over Ghoul’s cheekbone. “No one gets to touch my fucking crew.

Well Tailored Part 2

Originally posted by wonhontology

Title: Well Tailored

Pairing: I.M/Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing, personality switches.

Part 1 | Part 3


“Listen up everyone, today we have a very busy day, so this meeting needs to be brief.” Fawn looked around at everyone as she continued, “We have a new designer that will be bringing his designs into our stores in the next few weeks, his brand is called M.X and he will be stopping by sometime next week to meet everyone so be prepared. Now for the client list today.”

You wrote down some quick notes about the new designer, making sure that you went home and looked up about the designer so you knew about the suits he made so when he came in next week you would know what you needed to know.

Fawn started to go through each staff member, telling them what they are doing today and which clients they will be helping. “Y/n you only have one client today. Mr. Changkyun will be back in to try on his suit that we fitted him for last week.”

You have been dreading this day all week. “Lovely,” you mumbled. One of your coworkers, Sana, snickered. “You seem so unhappy about helping him. From what I heard from Fawn he was quite gorgeous!”

“Exactly, he thinks he is hot stuff, he is rude, snarky, and flirtatious and it’s annoying,” you whispered back to her.

“Oh, y/n. Lighten up will ya. You are always taking things way too seriously.”

You roll your eyes as Fawn finishes up the meeting. “Let’s drive the sales today! Yes!” She said as she gives an over-enthusiastic thumbs up to the staff who all groan as they start to go their separate ways to prepare for the opening.

Sana followed you to the back as you went to find Changkyun’s suit and get it set up in your dressing room, she began to talk about the new designer. “I hear he’s super young, and also extremely handsome. I guess he only shows his face when he is in his shops, even when his newest line made it to fashion week he didn’t show his face, he wore a mask over it.”

“Sound lame,” you interrupted as you stopped in front of the rack with the resized suits on it. You had spent all week sewing this one up. The velvet proved to be more difficult than the normal suit would be. In fact, you stayed late last night finishing it up.

Sana laughed, “I think you are the lame one y/n, quit being so bitter. It’s really because you have to deal with Mr. Changkyun isn’t it?”

Sighing, you turned to her. “Yeah, he is a jerk, and even if I had someone else do it he would demand me. He asked me out and everything it’s disgusting.”

Sana gushed, “He asked you out! Oh wow, I wish he would ask me out when he came in last week I was really hoping Fawn would let me take care of him, but she always gives you the new clients,” she pouts.

“Well, I will make sure he doesn’t want me again, so you can have him okay,” you say as you wink at her, walking out to the floor until you reach your fitting room.

Each Tailor had their own room for when they took care of their clients, it had a small bar, and a dressing room as well as a leather sofa and two leather chairs. Against one wall there was a mirrored area, with a pedestal for the client to stand on to try on their suits.

You hung up the suit on a rolling rack and looked at the time. Ten Minutes till he would be here. Enough time for you to try to gain composer before his antics would start.

“I wish you luck,” Sana said as she smiles and squeezes your hand before turning to exit the fitting room.

“Thank you,” you smile at her as she leaves. She exits the room only to hold the door open for a moment, a look of shock crosses her face.

“Uh, yes y/n is right in here.” She says quietly as she points to you.

You look confused as you walk over to the door to see Changkyun look over at you smirking “Why thank you.” He glances down at Sana’s name tag and then up at her face “Sana, what a pretty name.”

She blushes, “Oh, thank your Mr. Changkyun. I will leave you in Y/n’s hands now,” she says as she quickly walks away covering her rosy cheeks.

God dammit, you are internally screaming as he turns to face you. You hold the door open for him as he walks in fully before closing it behind you. “Your appointment doesn’t start for ten more minutes Mr. Changkyun,” you say coldly as you walk over to the fridge by the bar, grabbing yourself a water to try to calm you down.

“I know, I just couldn’t wait any longer so I came early,” he said as he lazily walked over to the bar and watched you take a swig of water.

You bit down on your lip as you put the cap back on the bottle, what an ass. Who the hell did he think he was, waltzing in early. This is unheard of. Even worse is how did Fawn allow him to come back here early. Usually, she makes the Clients wait till its time.

“Well, it’s a little rude isn’t it?” you say as you lean against the bar glaring at him.

He chuckled as he watched you furrow your brow in annoyance. “Not when I get to see your beautiful face.” He walks around the bar and grabs a glass and some scotch and poured a little for himself before taking a sip, swishing it in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing.

Rolling your eyes you watch him as he takes another sip, trying to come up with a witty response but your mind was running blank. All you could think about how big of a snarky ass he was.

He smirked as he looked over to see you’re staring at him, your mouth open as you tried to come up with something else to say. “What? Have you never had anyone call you beautiful before?” he chuckled as he set the scotch back up on the rack and rinsed his glass out with water.

You ball your fists as you close your mouth gritting your teeth. “I have plenty of times, you’re not the first client I have had that has wanted to try to get in my pants,” you mumble as you turn and walk over his suit unzipping the bag it was in. “Now let’s just get this over with will we, try your suit on.”

He laughs as he follows shaking his head, “Trust me, sweetheart if I wanted to get in your lovely well-tailored slacks I would have done that by now,” he says as he lets his eyes wander down to your well fitted black slacks. Making you curse yourself for not wearing a looser fitted pair today.  

Handing him the suit, he shakes his head and hangs it back up on the rolling rack. “We have plenty of time to try that on, I want to talk to you more.” He smirks as he walks closer to you.

You have had enough, you close your eyes and let out a sigh. “Mr. Changkyun, as much as you may want to talk. I really need you to try this on, please. I am not in the mood to deal with your snarky attitude. Please for the love of god change into the suit.”

His smiling face dropped slightly as he watched your reaction. “You really are fed up with me aren’t you?” he asks concerned.

“Yes! All you do is give me lip, you flirt with me constantly. Have you ever realized that if you want me to like you so much then stop being such a snarky asshole?” you say as you look up at him, holding your ground.

“Well, if that’s the case then fine, I will try on the suit,” he says as he takes it off the rack and walks into the dressing room without another peep.

Your eyes grew wide as you watched him draw the curtain to the changing room closed. How the hell did he go from driving you insane to just following what you asked?

Sitting down on one of the leather chairs your rubbed your head, a headache starting to form, this guy really is a piece of work. You closed your eyes trying to get a headache to stop.

A few minute passed before he stepped out quietly. Seeing your hands on your head sitting on the chair. You looked exhausted to him, had he really caused that? He thought as he coughed awkwardly trying to get your attention.

You glanced up seeing him in the suit. Your eyes glancing all over his clothed body, giving you shivers. He looked absolutely stunning now that it was fitted to him properly. The long nights of sewing paid off, every inch of the suit perfectly tailored to his body.

He smiled at your reaction, opening his mouth to give a snarky response before he closed it again. “Does it look alright?” he said instead.

You nodded and stood up as he walked over to the pedestal to stand in the mirror. He turned and looked at himself.

“Yes, it looks like it fits you perfectly,” you say as you walk over to him and look at the fit a little closer. “Does it feel like it fits alright?”

He nods and takes off the jacket to look at the shirt. A smirk spreading across his face. “This will be perfect for what I am using it for.”

You chuckle, “Well, that’s good then, maybe you will be able to use your snarky flirting skills to woo the ladies then,” you say as you take the jacket and fold it over your arm as you watch him stare at himself in the mirror.

“I am not really interested in wooing the ladies,” he said as his eyes linger on you before he quickly looks away.

“Is that so, with the way you have been flirting with me. I would take you to be a ladies man.” Shaking your head you walk over to the rolling rack and hang the jacket up on an empty hanger.

He shrugged, “I have my eyes on only one girl right now, so even if I was I wouldn’t pay attention to them.”

You stop and glance over at him. “Sounds like she is a lucky girl,” you say sarcastically as you turn to face him.

He stepped down from the pedestal and stood to look at you. “I guess she is, it’s too bad she hasn’t realized how lucky she is yet.” He looks at you, his eyes slowly glancing all over your face as if he was trying to memorize it.

You sigh, “Changkyun, I know the lady you are referring to is me. My answer is still the same. No means no.” You walk back over to the bar and lean on it grabbing your water bottle and take another sip from it.

He walked over to you, placing his hand on both sides of you pinning you against the counter, his face twisted in frustration. “How can I change your mind then, or at least just give me a chance, you are shutting me out before I even get a chance to show you.”

You leaned back as much as you could, trying to create a gap between you and him. “You are a Client. I don’t date clients. I have told you this.”

He smirked a little, “What if I changed that?”

You push him away lightly, he takes the hint and backs up, putting both hands in his pockets waiting for your response.

“How could you change that? Get me fired? Good luck, Fawn would never do that, you heard her. I am the best tailor in the area. She would never let me go.”

He smirked, “Trust me, I have connections. I am sure I can work something out.”

You frown and hold your finger up to his face. “I swear to god Changkyun if you get me fired I will find you and personally kick your ass.”

“Is that a promise?” he chuckled, as his smirk faded to a smile.

There it was again, the whiplash from kind and caring to snarky and rude. You were really getting exhausted talking to him, why can’t he just accept that you had said no and be done with it, why did he keep pursuing you? Did he really like you that much?

“No, it’s a threat, now go change,” you say sharply as you take another sip of water and point with your free hand towards the dressing room.

“Okay, okay,” he says as he holds his arms up in defeat as he smirks before turning around and walking back towards the dressing room.”

“By the way, I heard you are getting a new designer next week, his brand name is M.X right?” you hear him say through the curtain causing you to look at it in shock.

You walk towards the curtain as you responded.“Yes, I guess the designer will be in some time next week, why do you care. Also, how did you even know about that?”

He opens the curtain with his shirt still halfway unbuttoned, his fit chest on full display, causing you to turn your head and look away.

He chuckled at your response as he buttoned up the rest of his shirt, leaving a few buttons unbuttoned. “Fawn told me, but I already knew beforehand.”

You grabbed the garment bag and jacket from the rack and hung up everything together as you handed it to him. “And how exactly did you know that.”

He smirked as he threw the garment bag over his shoulder, walking towards the door. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” you crossed your arms, causing him to stop and turn halfway to look at you.

Making eye contact with you, his face flat and serious. “I am the Designer for M.X.”


Full Masterlist | Monsta X Masterlist 

The Weight of Time

“Go away Hannah, I’m busy.”

“Oh ho, look who is getting more perceptive. My training is working.” Tall, pale, and with long hair the color of the obsidian, the midlander woman was simply put, gorgeous. And she sat perched on the side of Lan’s desk with a cheshire smile.

“No, I simply know when an annoyance is close by. What is it?”

“Oh Lan, you wound me. Can’t I just stop in to see my favorite kitty?” In a blink she was behind him, her hand trailing over his shoulders as she walked.

“Seriously Hannah, I have work to do.” Lan looked over his shoulder but she was gone, now walking around the small dining area of his apartment.

“Work? For your dear little noblesse? Mmm, I should be jealous of her, you have thought about her before…dreamed of her…very inter…” She trailed off at the sound of a fist slamming down on a desk top.

“That is enough, stop poking around in my gods damn dreams. It is bad enough that you are even here; let me have something to myself.”

“Hmm…nope.” It was matter of fact and she coupled it with a beautiful smile. “And then there is your kitten, Melori. You opened up to her pretty fast…though you have hidden plenty from her as well. Are you going to tell her about Qih at least, or about your dear Anstarra?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing loudly, Lan leaned back in the chair and looked at the woman, who wore a triumphant grin. “I suppose this is about the delay.”

“Yes Lan it is about the delay. You told me that you would go find the spike; instead you detour to help your little white haired vixen, and now you sign on to help your favorite noble born mage. And let us not forget about you going to a masquerade and meeting this new one, the healer. Are you seriously trying to be some sort of nunh?”

“First off, that is not how things work for a nunh, it is not a harem. For someone as old and learned as you I would have thought you knew better. Secondly, I am helping two friends that had a large impact on my life.” He stood and moved over to his cupboard and poured himself some brandy. “I will find the damn spike.”

It was her turn to frown; she looked at him quietly for a moment. “It won’t end well Lan, none of it. You keep yourself closed off for a reason. Do you really want all of the feelings of loss again? Hells, only a few moons ago you swore that you would not get into any relationships after….” The scowl he shot her actually made her go quiet for a moment. “Lan…you know I’m not here to ruin your life…but you need to hear this, no matter how bad it hurts.”

“Just…fucking…” He shook his head before tossing his drink down in one gulp and then pouring another. “553…that was how many troops were in the XIXth. 552 died that day when the moon fell…that left just me, the last one. And since you know my mind, you know how many more I have on my hands. There is so much red in my ledger.” A refill of the brandy, but then he just filled the whole glass. “Both with Anstarra and Sasha it is a small chance to make things right by doing what I do best.”

“Lan…”

“I told some people that I wanted to create my own house, maybe make a legacy of my own. But I saw it, I saw the way they looked at me. And so I have to help Anstarra and Sasha for that reason too…Maybe they will remember me fondly enough to tell their own children about me…I don’t want to be a damn hero, I’ve seen too much of the world to be that naive, but having a lasting impact on just a few lives would be nice too.”

Hannah just stood there and looked at him for a moment before she shook her head sadly. “Bastard…” And in a blink of his eyes she was gone, not even talking in his head.

“Yeah…and so much worse.” Sitting the decanter down on the table, he moved his work to the couch. Too much to do and not enough time.

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The signs as movie quotes...

Aries: “I wanted to destroy something beautiful.” - Fight Club

Taurus: “I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?” - Stand By Me

Gemini: “The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.” - The Usual Suspects

Cancer: “ I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen.” - Say Anything

Leo: “Get busy living, or get busy dying.” - The Shawshank Redemption

Virgo: “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” - 10 Things I Hate About You

Libra: “At least you’ll never be a vegetable - even artichokes have hearts.” - Amélie

Scorpio: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” - Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Sagittarius: “Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” - Dead Poets Society

Capricorn: “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” - A Streetcar Named Desire

Aquarius: “Now you’re looking for the secret, but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled.“  - The Prestige

Pisces: “Oh yes, the past can hurt. But you can either run from it, or learn from it.” - The Lion King

waking up the wolf inside

[here’s the full story, thanks for reading!]

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Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.

Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.

Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.

And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.

Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.

“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.

Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.

The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.

Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”

Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”

Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”

“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”

Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.

Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.

“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”

What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”

“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”

Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.

Water.” Derek growls.

“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.


“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”

Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”

Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.

“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”

Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.

“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”

“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.

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Delivery Boy

Jeon Jungkook of BTS x reader (Y/N) smut. Plain and simple.

Originally posted by jimiyoong



Halloween, your favourite time of the year. You had always loved dressing up, even as a little girl.
Your family had always hosted a Halloween party and just because you were now an adult and off at school, it didn’t mean you were going to stop the party. Hell no. If anything, you knew it’d be crazier than any party your parents could throw, after all, it’d be full of young adults getting drunk in fancy dress and no doubt fucking in any corner they could.
You made a mental note to lock your bedroom door before people started to turn up.

Most of your housemates had gone off to different parties around the city and only one remained, Taehyung.
He had been almost as excited for the party as you and insisted on helping you plan and set it all up. He also insisted you went in matching outfits, dressed as an old-fashioned couple he saw in a painting in the loft that thoroughly creeped him out. That painting was now the pride of place above the drinks table for the duration of Halloween month, as you called it.
Taehyung hadn’t entered the living room since you put it up and it always amused you seeing him avoid it at all costs.

“Get the door Y/N!” Taehyung yelled from his room where he was well, you didn’t know what but you didn’t want to even question it after the last time you did and he went into explicit detail about the fantasy he was having while masturbating.

You groaned but dragged yourself to answer the front door, having barely heard it over the music you had playing.

On the other side of the door stood a male with dark hair and brown, doe eyes. He was wearing a pizza delivery uniform, a piece of paper in his hands.

“You’re early.” You mumbled, taking in his outfit. “Pizza delivery guy, huh? Honestly never seen that one before.” You mused, flashing the attractive stranger a grin. He blinked a few times then showed you the paper. “Wait, you’re actually a delivery guy?”

“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “Am I at the wrong place?”

“No, I just wasn’t aware we ordered anything. One sec.” You backed up into the hallway to stand at the bottom of the stairs. “Yah! Did you order pizza?!” You yelled. Taehyung grunted back a yes in response, sounded breathless. “Ew.” You shuddered and returned tot he door. “Guess you definitely are.” She looked at the paper, reading the order. “How fucking much did he order?”

“Having a party, I assume?” He chuckled, looking at your outfit up and down.

“Nah, I just like dressing like a sexually frustrated Victorian woman in my spare time.” He let out a breath of understanding.

“We all have our kinks.” He teased and you gasped, reaching out to nudge him in faux offence. He giggled and you couldn’t help but smile, laughing to yourself.

Were you really flirting with the delivery guy?
You looked him over again, slower to really take in every inch of his being.
Yes. You were definitely flirting with the delivery guy.

“So, should I start bringing it up?” He asked, pointing over his shoulder to the car parked on the road.

“Oh right, yeah, I’ll help.”

“Okay.” He grinned, glad for the help and together, you ferried the takeout from the car and into the kitchen.

He looked down curiously as you set up the boxes on the counters, around already existing food displays.

“Wow, you guys really like Halloween, huh?” He spoke, looking at all the decorations in awe. A lot of which you had made by hand the months before ass it was cheaper than buying some that probably wouldn’t even fit your ideas anyway.

“We hate it.”

“You’re really sarcastic, huh?”

“Never.” You looked at him then to see him grinning at you in amusement. “You know, you kind of look familiar.” You tilted your head at him, knitting your brows together.

“So do you. Maybe we’ve crossed paths before?” He suggested, looking as lost as you felt trying to recall why you felt like you’d seen him before.

“Yeah maybe. Do you go to school here?”

“On campus?” He pointed to the floor, signifying the campus your house resided on.

“Nah, I meant the playschool down the road. You’re a child, right?” He squared his eyes, giving you a playful warning glance. “Aw, isn’t it cute when little boys think they can scare grown-ups?” A gasp of surprise left your lips when he suddenly closed the gap between you, your chests almost touching, his head tilted down to look at you menacingly, a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Want to call me a little boy again, huh?” He challenged, licking his lips. “See where it gets you.”

“Oh, honey.” You scoffed, snapping back to yourself. You bravely took the last step between you, your toes touching, your chest gently pushed against his, not missing how he inhaled sharply and flicked his tongue out to wet his lips again. “You can’t be suggesting you can make me take back my words.” He nodded confidently. “Oh little boy, you can’t make me do shit.”

“Watch me.” He growled cockily before pushing you against the wall, his lips crashing to yours.

He had only knocked your door ten minutes previous and here you were making out with the delivery guy in a room chock full of sexual tension you two quickly created.
He let out a breathy moan when you bit his bottom lip gently. It was the single hottest thing you had ever heard and you knew you were wet.

“Fuck, is this seriously a thing that is actually happening?” You panted out, looking up into his eyes that were suddenly a lot darker, turning you on further.

“I really hope so.” He confessed.

“Fuck, me too.” You nodded and pulled him back down to lock your lips together, wasting no time and flicking your tongue out. He parted his lips and your tongues met, rubbing together earning moans from the both of you.

“When does your party start?” He asked when your lips parted only for yours to trace that intense, sharp jawline of his.

“Seven.” He checked his watch.

“It’s half six.”

“Plenty of time.” Without warning, he picked you up and sat you on his hips, pushing his body to yours. You gasped feeling his growing erection through all the layers of clothing between you.

“Okay I know this outfit probably took a lot of time but you need to take it off before I fucking rip it off.” He warned, practically growling as he glared at the layers of fabric that made up your skirt. You giggled and reached around to pull on the ribbon holding the back closed. He watched in impatient fascination ad you quickly removed the bottom half of your dress, leaving you in the tight blouse and underwear.
“I shouldn’t find this as hot as I do but fuck, I really do.” You giggled and circled your hips, rubbing against the large bulge in his trousers making him moan lowly.

“I can tell.” You teased.

“You’re saying I’m the only one turned on right now? Because I can feel how wet you are through my pants, sweetheart.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Surely he was lying, it wasn’t possible to feel such a thing, right?
A shakey moan left your lips when he slid a hand between your bodies to touch his long fingers to your clothes heat.
“Oh, babygirl, you’re fucking soaked.” He cooed, smirking at you when your cheeks darkened. “Don’t be embarrassed."He pressed teasing kisses across your jaw as his voice dropped, whispering to you in a tone that was so low it shot straight to your core. "It’s so fucking hot.” He growled before his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the skin. You gasped and gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in when his fingers started to rub at you through your damp underwear.

“Wh-what’s your name?” You stuttered, his fingers hooking under your underwear to touch you directly. Your eyes closed and your head tipped back, absentmindedly grinding your hips down onto his digits as they teased you.

“Hm? My name? Why do you want-”

“I want to know what I should moan out.”

“Jungkook.” He rushed out without hesitation making you chuckle. “What’s your’s?”

“Y/N.” He hummed against your neck before saying your name in a breathy tone that made you moan his name back at him.

“My name sounds perfect coming from your lips.” Your legs tightened around him when he slid a finger into you. “God, you’re so fucking wet, my finger just slides right in. I bet you can take another huh Y/N? Think you can take more princess?” You nodded and a second finger followed his first. You moaned and held him tighter as they curled inside of you.

“J-Jungkook.” You almost pleaded breathlessly.

“Hm?”

“I-I don’t want your fingers.” He stopped his movements, ceasing abusing your walls with the pads of his fingers in search for your g-spot.

“What?” He looked rejected and leant back slightly, pulling his fingers out of you. “Should I leave?”

“No.” You laughed and brushed your lips over his. “I want your cock, baby.” His eyes sparked with lust again and he nodded. He put you down to unbuckle his belt, hands fumbling in anticipation. You giggled seeing he was growing frustrated with the button on his jeans that just wouldn’t open. You put your hands over his and opened the fly easily. He dropped his hands to his side, licking his dry lips, eyes not leaving your figure as you lowered onto your knees in front of him, pulling down his jeans as you went until they were around his knees.
Your eyes lifted to meet his gaze as you pulled down his boxers too. He bit his lip and threaded his fingers into your hair to tug you closer suggestively.
It was clear what he wanted you to do, where he wanted you but he didn’t want to make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

A smirk lifted your lips and you stuck your tongue out, flattening it against the underside of his erection before licking from the base upwards, swirling your tongue around the tip. Jungkook moaned, his fingers gripping your hair tighter. His eyes wanted to close and focus on the pleasure but you looked so damn sinful on your knees in front of him like that he couldn’t pass up the chance to drink in the sight.

It didn’t take long for your teasing motions on his erection to really wind him up. He was breathing heavily, body tensed, watching to thrust into your mouth but not following his body’s wishes, by the time she gripped your shoulders and pulled you up to your feet.

He spun you and pushed you against the wall. Your hands flew out to slap against the brickwork making you hiss in pain. But the hurt left almost instantly. Jungkook all but ripped your panties in his rush to get them off.

One large hand gripped your bare hip to hold you still, pull your arse towards him more.

Jungkook grabbed his dick with his free hand and allowed himself a few pumps, spreading his precum up and down his length, as he took in the sight of you bent over, braced against the wall with legs spread, waiting for him to fuck you.
As soon as his tip lined with your entrance, he started to push forward, entering you slowly.
Satisfied moans left both your lips at the feeling. It felt as if you had been waiting for that moment for a long time, months not way under an hour.

Jungkook’s hips met yours as he bottomed out and he allowed you both a few moments to get used to it, soak in the feeling of him filling you so deliciously before he started to rock his hips.
His thrusts were slow and pretty shallow at first, testing the waters before he picked up his rhythm, fucking you harder and deeper than anyone had in a long time.

Your fingers scraped against the wall, moans shamelessly leaving your parted lips as he hit deep within you.

Jungkook had his jaw clenched tight, trying to make as little noise as possible. As much as he was enjoying himself, he was almost enjoying hearing your noises of pleasure just as much.

You realised you could only hear the occasional grunt of effort from him and closed your mouth, sulking.

“W-what’re you doing?” He panted, slowing down slightly to talk without his voice breaking too much.

“I want to hear you.” You spoke.

“What?” He chuckled and fell still. You pushed up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him. He licked his lips at your dark expression, his hips shallowly thrusting into you again without him even really registering so.

“I want to hear how good you feel Jungkook. Moan for me baby.” You encouraged.

“You want that?”

“So fucking much.” He pulled your back to his chest making you whimper as he reached a new, better spot inside you, to kiss you heavily.
You moaned into his mouth when he returned to snapping his hips into you.
You had to pull out of the kiss, unable to focus on it when he was hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you see spots.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing his palm against your chest to keep you against him int hat position. His other hand reached over to rest against the wall once he had moved you both forward before his hips went fucking wild.

You were practically screaming in pleasure, your nails dragging down his forearm, leaving red marks. Jungkook was certain you had even broken the skin but it only spurred him on.

“Fu-fuck, Jungkook.” You whined, your legs starting to shake.

“Are you going to cum?” He panted into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as it fanned over your neck. You nodded. “Good, cum on my cock like a good girl, Y/N.”
A loud moan left your lips as the pleasure in your stomach exploding sending your hips jutting as your orgasm hit you.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, determined to last a little longer despite your walls clenching and spasming around him. But the second you moaned his name, he lost it and his hips slammed against you roughly a few times as he came, squeezing his eyes tight and burying his face in your neck.

Your walls clenched a little tighter at the sound of your name falling from his lips like a fucked out mantra.

Slowly, you both came down from your highs and caught your breath back.
Jungkook’s face scrunched into a wince against your neck as he pulled out of you before letting you go, a little reluctantly it felt, to pull his clothing back up and tuck himself away.

“Well, that’s the best tip I’ve ever gotten.” He sniggered and you rolled your eyes before laughing too, collecting your clothing. You turned to look at him sternly upon finding a hole in your underwear, at the waistband.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed. He looked at the garment before grinning sheepishly at you. “These are my favourite ones!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll replace them.” He offered, taking them from your hand quickly to look them over. You ignored him to put your skirt back on, glad it was floor length and there was no chance anyone would know you were without underwear.

“Right, okay.” You held your hand out. He held the item closer. “You’re seriously going to steal my ripped underwear?”

“I need them so I know what I’m replacing.” He argued. You gave him a disbelieving look. “Like you want them back now they’re ripped anyway.” He scoffed and tucked the item into his pocket. You simply rolled your eyes again. “I should get back to work. I still have another delivery to do. My boss is going to kill me for being late. They’re going to get free pizzas now.” He sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry for letting you fuck me.” You retorted and he chuckled at your sarcasm.

“Never apologise for that. I’ll give away all the pizzas free if I can fuck you again.” You bit your lip, pretending to think as you walked him tot he front door. “So, can I see you again?” He asked turning back to walk tot he door after walking down the porch steps.

“You do owe me underwear.” You grinned. He grinned back and nodded. He checked his watch before looking between his car and you, debating something. He rushed over and held your face to press a heavy, lingering kiss to your lips.
“What’s that? So I don’t forget what you taste like?” You joked.

“Always leave them wanting more.” He winked then practically ran to his car to speed off for his next delivery.
You rolled your eyes and returned to the house, stopping at the hallway mirror to check your reflection and make yourself presentable.

“Did you just fuck the delivery guy?” You jumped hearing Taehyung’s teasing voice at the stairs. You looked over at him with a smirk and he started to cackle. “That’s my girl!” He high fived you before helping you get back into costume properly.

***

It was two hours later when you stopped in shock, seeing a familiar face stood at the bottom of the stairs with Taehyung, the pair goofing around with some of Taehyung’s other friends.
You had just come up from the haunted house in the basement.

“There she is!” Taehyung cooed spotting you. The boys all turned to look at you, the friends of Taehyung’s you had met pulling you to them in drunken affection.

“Alright, boys.” You laughed pulling away to stand between Taehyung and the familiar face.

“Oh, you haven’t met before, have you?” Taehyung drawled, shuffling drunkenly to lean against the stair railing. “This is Kookie.” He spoke pointing to your right, at Jungkook. You looked at him to see he was already smirking at you.

“Ah, the infamous Kookie.” You spoke nodding slowly. “Tae tells me you have like no balls when it comes to girls.” Their friends laughed as you insulted Jungkook. You smirked and he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Guess you know that’s a load of shit.” He replied, voice low.

The conversation was quickly pulled away from you two as Hoseok screamed as a fake spider landed on his head. Everyone erupted in laughter as he ran off to chase the culprit, promising their head on a spear.
The remaining group returned to the conversation, not even noticing as Jungkook moved closer to you and slyly put a hand on your arse.

“Still not wearing any panties huh? Naughty girl.” He teased, groping your flesh roughly.

“I’m not and it makes it that much harder to stop your cum running down my leg.” Jungkook sucked in a breath at that and you looked up at him bravely, not caring that your friends could catch you two flirting so openly, sexual tension already building between your close bodies. “I bet you’d like to see that, hm? Your cum spilling out of me.”

“So fucking much.”

You smirked and excused yourself, walking up to your room.
You knew Jungkook would follow shortly and you had a feeling every orgasm he gave you was going to be better than the last and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to take every chance to fuck your delivery boy.


For my girl @btsmuttin, hope you like it baby

Originally posted by nojamsdirtywater


~Chee

BTS Reaction ; Hearing You Have Sex With Your Boyfriend

Requested by Anonymous“Hellooo!!Could I request bts reactions to hearing a another members gf moaning so loud(outside the apartment) because of sex with another member.”

Note; Idk what you were expecting but..*snorts while trying to hide laughter* lets just be realistic here. /i apologiz e/


Jin ➳ Slamming the door shut and dropping his backpack to the floor, he sighed in relief to find the apartment flooded with darkness — slipping off his shoes as he headed to his own bedroom. He was beyond exhausted, peeling his own clothes off and slipping on warm pajamas as he plopped onto his bed and let his eyes slowly shut.

The moment he heard strange noises erupting from Namjoon’s bedroom that happened to be on the other side of the wall, he grabs his pillow to suffocate his senses — only for your moans to become louder. Groaning, his eyes blast open as he sits up from his bed in the speed of light; banging against the wall and screaming, “I didn’t ask for a poor excuse of a lullaby!”

All noises ceased for the rest of the night.

Originally posted by ksjknj


Suga ➳ He thought it would have stopped by now, but it didn’t. He was annoyed, gritting his teeth together as he sighed and tried to calm his nerves only to never focus on his music sheets — jumping up from his seat and zipping through the hallways just to slam open Seokjin’s door where you both screamed in fright.

“What the hell, Yoongi, don’t you know how to knock–?“

“Don’t you know how to respect?” He asked, sipping his coffee nonchalantly as his eyes glared towards you specifically, hiding under the covers. “I didn’t pay nor sign to hear any hyenas inside my own apartment.”

Originally posted by doona-baes


J-Hope ➳ Agitated, he shoved his hand into the bag of chips as he couldn’t even enjoy his favorite show when all he could hear was Jungkook dirty talk you through the thin paper walls, and to make it worse, your squeaky moans. He was annoyed, and when half an hour passed by — he pressed pause, setting his snacks to the side as he walked softly to Jungkook’s door, and..

Began to moan repeatedly and obnoxiously loud, in a mocking manner.

He was inwardly laughing boisterously, tapping against the door before he heard the only signs of life shut down their escapades. Smiling to himself, he went back to the living room and continued his reruns in peace.

Originally posted by dibidibidismynameisjhope


RapMonster ➳ “To think Jiminie can make his girlfriend do that,” Taehyung muttered, waving his hands in the air to signify your vociferous moans — or shall he say, hysterical cries. “He’s wild.”

“Who cares?” Namjoon shrugs, biting into a strawberry, “just imagine what kind of faces (y/n) is making while sounding so lewd.”

“Oh, I seeee,” Taehyung grins, wiggling his eyebrows as the older’s eyes narrow whilst taking a sip of his water, “you want to join them, don’t you?”

Namjoon chokes on air.

Originally posted by aiko-kyu


Jimin ➳ He heard something rumbling in the kitchen, mewls, groans and ruffling of some sort as he carefully went to check it out. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, tiptoeing in the halls as he got closer and closer and when he could finally make out the dark shadow — his breath hitched.

There he was, finding Taehyung press you against the kitchen counter as his hand was pressed against your mouth to no avail — your moans still being heard upon Jimin’s ears. He retreated back to his room, and the following morning when he found the both of you eating breakfast; he pretended to be on the phone to avoid any sort of communication.

He was mortified.

Originally posted by jjks


V ➳ It was way passed midnight when he kept hearing something muffled outside his own home, something specifically coming from his neighbor’s house. He yawned, crawling to his window as he opened it slightly and looked carefully to make sure his best friend wasn’t getting robbed while he slept — only to find Hoseok’s bedroom window opened the slightest

His heart stopped, squinting as he looked closer just for his eyes to focus on Hoseok sitting on the edge of his bed, naked, along with you on his lap. His eyebrows knitted together when he came to a realization that the sounds were your moans, and when you looked up suddenly to lock eyes with Taehyung’s, he gave you a ludicrous expression as you yelped.

Originally posted by cyyphr


Jungkook ➳ He was playing Overwatch when he heard a sound outside of his blasting headphones, frowning the slightest as he slid the headphones around his neck and looked around the ominous dorm. There was no light other than the television hues illuminating around the room, and everyone was asleep, at least he hoped, until he heard Yoongi’s name being called out and held his breath.

He knew what that sound was, his eyes blown up wide as his cheeks flushed a deep shape of rouge. It didn’t even help when he saw you both the next morning, Yoongi’s hand resting on your side as you told Jungkook “good morning!”

“I, uh,” he was nervously scratching his temple, looking away from you as he blinked erratically, “yeah.”

Originally posted by jiminrolls


Masterlist

Start Over.

(a quick story on what happened after Dark walked away from the mirror…)


“Damien! Damien, it’s time to come out now! This game isn’t going on anymore!”
The Colonel had been wandering aimlessly through the whole manor twice now, this time peeking underneath chairs and around doors. The excitement of this little game of hide and seek was still buzzing inside him, even after three hours, and he was looking forward to finding his friends, seeing their faces of mocked disappointment and then laughter. Just like their school days. He was starting to appreciate Mark’s little get together. Strange how quiet the house seemed now though. Oh so quiet. Except for a light ringing in his ears that seemed to follow him. “Come on! Where are you hiding?”
“I’m here, William.” said a familiar voice.
The Colonel spun around fast to the voice and saw Damien standing in the doorway, loosely holding his cane in his hand. A smile instantly rose under William’s moustache, but it faded slightly as he observed Damien more carefully. Something was off. He looked untidy, which was unnatural for Damien; his usual flatly press shirt was now unbuttoned and open at the collar, and his pristine white bowtie was missing. His hair was no longer slipped back but dangling loosely over the side of his face, nearly covering his eye. And… was that eyeliner? A bruised black eye? Either way it brought out that rather intimidating stare he was giving him.
William laughed and clapped his hands as he slowly approached him. “Damien! Very well done. You really got me! For a while there I actually thought you were dead!” As he got to Damien, he reached out and held his arm, just to confirm he was really there. “My goodness, you look awful! Did a dog attack you or something?”
Damien glanced down at William’s hand. He knew by the straining ligaments in the his hand and the sharp creases of his blazer sleeve between William’s fingers that it was a tight and desperate grip… but he couldn’t feel it. One side of his mind reasoned that, well, obviously we wouldn’t be able to feel anything, being a corpse now. The other side of his mind just wanted to cry. Damien rested his cold hand on William’s and sighed. “… I had a small accident, yes.” He told him, stiffly tilting his neck to one side for a second.
The Colonel chuckled, “Well, it doesn’t matter now. I found you!” Scanning Damien’s body, he saw the cane and was reminded. “-Oh, also, you left these behind.” He pulled out of his pockets Damien’s black Mayor badge and his white bowtie, and passed them to Damien. “Wouldn’t want to go back to the office without them, would ya?” he chuckled again, his voice breaking, almost making his laughing seem like sobbing. “Now, where is Celine?” He let go of his friend and began to wander out of the room again, stumbling over his feet like a toddler. “Celine! Darling, where are you hiding?”
As William turned a corner, Damien stepped out of the doorway ahead of him. For a moment, the Colonel wondered how he got there so quick. “Celine is gone, Colonel.” Damien assured him. This was a lie. She was, in some ways, standing right in front of him.
William frowned a little in confusion. “…Gone? She left already? I didn’t see her go.” There was pause for thought. Damien’s mind was racing. Tell him the truth. No, that will make him madder than he already is. But it’s cruel, he’s our friend. He still thinks I’m Damien, I think that’s enough to keep him satisfied for now. But what about me?
Just as Damien was about to answer, William started to laugh. “She probably ran away! Yes. Couldn’t stand the failure of me finding her. She was never that good at hide and seek, even when we were young. You remember, our old games of hide and seek?”
Damien nodded. His mind gave a sigh, one of relief, one of frustration.
“Ah. Good times.” The Colonel began to pass Damien until he was stopped by Damien’s cane. In the distance was the sound of approaching police sirens.
Damien looked at him sternly. “Listen, Colonel. We have to go now.”
“Why? Go where?”
“Away from this house.” He began to head to a nearby door. “The police will be coming soon.”
William followed him, still perplexed. “Why? What’s happened?”
“Mark is dead.”
William stopped instantly. Damien hung back and cautiously watched as fear casted over William’s face. He stuttered, “… But he isn’t. I… I didn’t kill him. It was a joke, right?”
“Yes, it was a joke.” Damien insisted as he returned to William’s side and hooked his arm through his. He tugged William with him as he strode towards the door and said, “More sinister than a joke. It was a set up. Mark was angry at you and Celine so he set you up so you would get arrested.”
Letting Damien pull him towards the door, William pressed, “But he’s not dead. They can’t arrest me, I didn’t kill him. I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Yes, you didn’t. But that doesn’t matter to the police. They don’t care if the suspect is the real criminal or falsely accused; they just want to capture a bad guy, put him away, and get a promotion for it.” They reached the door, where Damien swung the Colonel in front of him so he could look him in the eye and tell him firmly, “Never trust the police, Colonel. Never.”
William nodded lightly, a little scared at how cold his friend’s gaze has gotten. “…Ok, I won’t in future.”
“Come on, then.” Damien open the door and walked outside.
William paused as he remembered. “Wait… what about Bully? They’re still in there.”
“They don’t matter now.” Damien called back as he continued to walk away and up the path that lead up to the mountain side. “Nothing does.”
William spotted that Damien left his cane leaning against the wall next to the door. Why would he leave it? He picked it up and ran after Damien, just as the police sirens stopped and car doors started to open and close.


The police wouldn’t have been able to stop them if they had saw them. Within the blink of an eye, Damien and William would have jumped an extra mile ahead of where they would have previously been seen. But still the hike was slow for them. Damien’s mind rushed with regrets of picking a body with a broken leg as well as a broken neck. Best to just teleport to places in future.
Suddenly William jumped to his side and put the cane back in Damien’s hand. “You seem to be hobbling there, old boy. Use your cane, for goodness sakes. You need it now more than ever before!” William chuckled.
Damien didn’t smile. He let the cane fall from his fingers. “It’s not mine anymore.” He walked on.
William picked the cane back up and tried to catch up to him. “But you’re the Mayor. This is yours. It was given to you by-”
“Not anymore!” Damien yelled, staring at William with the look of a snarling wolf. On seeing William retreat with a startled gaze, Damien looked away and sighed, trying to calm down. Rolling his shoulders, he growled, “Mark is the Mayor now.”
“How? Why?”
“Because he got away and… is pretending to be me.” He took my body. He took my life with it, actually. He felt his fists clenching up and his shell cracking. “I bet it was him who called the police on you. They believe him now, not me…” He sighed and looked to the ground. “I can’t be Damien anymore.” He looked back at William, who was shuffling his way closer, still holding tight to the cane. “And you can’t be Colonel William Warford anymore.”
William blinked in shock. “What? Why?”
“Because the police are looking for a Colonel William Warford! They’re probably on a man hunt for you. You’ll have to change your name so they don’t find you.”
His face fell to a pout fit for a guilty puppy’s face. “But…. I like ‘William’.”
Damien sighed and thought for a second. Let him have it. His nickname, at least. “… Will… You can have Will.”
His smile miraculously grew back as he cheered, “Yay! Will Warford.”
“Wilford.”
“Huh?”
Something that hadn’t appeared on Damien’s face for a small while showed up; a smile. It didn’t seem to suit him anymore. But he still smiled, because Wilford was smiling right back at him. “Wilford sounds better don’t you think?”
Wilford beamed. “… Yes. It sounds cleaner, authoritarian, powerful.”
“Suits you more than William, if I might say.” Damien said and they continued their trek down the mountain. They were coming close to a town. They would stay there for a while, just until they had thought out how they would get their lives back.
“What about you?” Wilford asked just to break the silence. “What’s your name gonna be now?”
Damien shrugged, “I don’t know.” After a small pause he admitted, “I wish I was still Damien.” His hands were in his pockets for the majority of the journey, the left hand was busy running the black silk of the Mayor badge he once wore through his fingers, the right hand was gripping the bowtie. His skin seemed to turn grey as anger built up inside him. “I wish this never happened. I wish it never had to be this way. I wish I had power enough to turn back time and stop all this happening to us… Or at least, I wish I had the power to go back and kill Mark myself when I had the chance.”
“Wow!” Wilford yelled suddenly, breaking Damien’s concentrated rage. He giggled nervously and said, “You got a little dark there, all of a sudden. Are you alright, Damien?”
Damien stopped walking. … That would be ironic wouldn’t it. It rhymes with the back-stabbing son of a bitch’s name anyway. Wouldn’t it make our justice a little sweeter?
He looked up with his new abnormally creepy smile. “… Dark.”
“Huh?”
Dark looked back to Wilford and told him, “Call me Dark from now on. Dark and Wilford. A nice fresh start for all of us.” He swung his arm around Wilford’s shoulders and rested it there as they both walked together.  
“Yeah. Dark and Wilford!… Wilford… War… Wilford War.” Wilford shook his head. “Doesn’t sound nice with just War on the end.”
“We’ll find something for you.” Dark assured.
Wilford looked around him, then at the cane he held. He gasped and held out the cane as he declared, “Wilford War-stick!”
Dark scowled at him. “…No.”
Wilford sighed disappointedly and looked around again. “Wilford War… branch!”
“No. That’s even worse.” Dark took his arm off Wilford’s shoulders and walked on ahead.
“Wilford Warburton?… War-butt-on! Haha!”
“Stop it.”


“Wilford Wardrobe!” Wilford announced, his voice muffled from the inside of the hotel cupboard.
Dark opened the cupboard door and scowled at Wilford who looked at him with an expression that was trying hard to contain a laugh. “It’s not funny anymore.” Dark groaned, hanging his blazer up on a wire hanger.
Wilford observed Dark’s sullen face and frowned. “You found it funny before? Even since we found each other after the chaos back at the manor, I haven’t heard you laugh, not even mockingly. It’s like you’ve suddenly changed, Damien.”
Dark’s lip twitched and he growled, “… I have changed. For a start, I’m not Damien anymore!!”
Wilford flinched. He had not seen Damien- sorry, Dark, in this way. It was usually him who would snap at Dark, and Dark would retreat or just give up having the argument with him. Now… Wilford felt scared to anger him. Not because he was scared of getting hurt. But because he was scared Dark was going to get sick of him and leave him.
Dark saw the fear in Wilford’s eyes through his rose-tinted glasses. That was uncalled for. Let him say it. He’s known ‘Damien’ for years, it’ll take a while to adjust. “… Sorry.” Dark mumbled. “I’m sorry Will. I… I don’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine.” Wilford said as he began to climb out of the cupboard. “Mark has obviously made you angry. He’s made me a little peeved too. Trying to play dead on me so that blasted bastard detective would put me away. Ha!” He walked into the bathroom and continued calling to Dark, “To be honest, the detective is the only person I wish this whole ‘playing dead’ thing wasn’t a joke! Haha!”
Dark didn’t answer. Both sides of him saddened.
“I think I should change my appearance.” Wilford abruptly called out from the bathroom.
Dark blinked. “Sorry?”
Wilford took off his glasses and looked into the mirror. He brushed his moustache with the tips of his fingers. “Well, if I change my name, I should change how I look too! Like you did! You’ve changed from Damien to Dark, and also changed from a well-suited Mayor to a bummed-out businessman! Haha!”
“…Yes.” Dark said. He had moved to the waste bin and turned out his pockets. He took out his bowtie and stared at it. He wondered… He walked to the bathroom. “Here.” he said, placing his bowtie on the side of the sink. “I don’t need this anymore.”
Wilford stared at the bowtie for a while. He smiled. It reminded him of Damien. He held it up to his collar. Nice, but it need to be a bit more colourful. The sound of wood snapping came from the other room and Wilford peeked out to see Dark had snapped his cane in half. He put the broken pieces in the waste bin along with the Mayor badge. Wilford huffed and laughed, “You really are taking this disguise thing seriously!”


Wilford had been gone for a while; he said he had an idea and needed to go to the launderette. Dark sat in the room alone. Well, as alone as a body with two souls could be. There was a deep conversation going on inside his mind.
He’s not going to continue acting like ‘Mayor Damien’. Yeah, he’s got a new identity he can use, so he’s probably going to find another life to live. He could be anywhere. Not so, there’s still a chance we can find him. He’s in your body anyway, I’m sure you’d be able to sense him whenever he’s near. …Maybe. It’s still going to be difficult, like finding a needle in a hay stack. But remember, this is a very shiny needle. If he’s still as pompous and arrogant, and still pursuing show business, he’ll be shouting where he is to the sky and back. …Possibly. You need to be more positive about this. …How can I be positive while a head-up-his-own-ass fucker is walking around in my body while we’re both stuck in this broken, numb carcass and have to be tied to the trigger-happy madman our friend has become?! Damien! … I’m sorry, Celine. It’s just… it’s not fair. Hey, think about the soul this body belongs to, trapped in that horrible mansion. Do you think they’re having a fairer time than us? …No. I can’t believe you made me do that, to throw them out, our friend that you helped get a job, the friend that trusted us. If you’re so mad about it, then why did you come along for this ride?
“Ha ha ha HA!” The door to the room was kicked open. Wilford tip-toed into the room holding his coat over his body to hide from Dark like a curtain.
“What did you do?”
Wilford dropped the coat and stood tall with his arms out wide. “Ta-da!” He didn’t look much different; only four things had changed. One, he wasn’t wearing his glasses, two, his suspender had faded from red to pink, and three, on his collar of his mustard shirt he wore a bowtie as equally pink as the suspenders. But the fourth change really caught Dark’s eye. His once thick brown moustache was now trimmed to a curly perfection and coloured a beautiful rosy pink. With a proud smile and a flourishing bow, he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, Wilford Warfstache!”
As soon as the coat dropped Dark had been staring at Wilford with wide eyes and mouth agape. Wilford held his pose waiting for a response eagerly; he spent a good few hours trying to wash out his suspenders with his new bowtie, while also trying to find the right Kool Aid drink-mix power that would give a similar rosy shade to his moustache. After a moment of utter silence, Dark smiled a genuine smile and said, “… It’s incredible!”
Wilford released himself from his pose and picked up his coat to hang it up. “Do you think the pink will stand out a bit too much?”
Dark nodded, “Absolutely. It’s pompous and wild and unorthodox. Suits you down to the ground.”
Wilford smiled at Dark as he headed into the bathroom. “Thank you!” He went to mirror to admire his handy work, never losing his wide and childish smile. He sighed, “Goodness, if only Celine was here to see this. What will she think?”
“… She’d be proud of you, Will.”
Wilford peeked around the door to Dark, who was walking over to him. “You think so?”
Dark was still smiling, but there was something in his expression. Uncertainty? Or was it pride? Either way he looked at Wilford in the same way a parent looks at their child accomplishing their dreams. “I know so.” Dark answered.
For some reason that sentence hit him hard in the chest. Almost as if Celine was right in front of him, which made him feel ecstatic. He walked up to Dark and surprised him with a tight hug. “Thanks, Dark.” Dark patted his back carefully, he didn’t want his shell to shatter just yet. Wilford finally pulled away from Dark and made his way to his room for bed; it had been a heavy past few days, but he didn’t really mind. All his friends were alive, Dark was going to stick with him for a while, and he got to express himself, finally, after so many years of intense mental and physical battles.
Damien? Yeah? Moments like that are why I came along for the ride.

“Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow, dishonor on your whole family!”

I’M ALIIIIIIVEEEE! (Actually this is the third project I’ve finished since the Pokemon stitch, but I can’t show those because they’re birthday presents. So you’ll have to wait til December, sorry)

Mulan is my FAVORITE Disney movie!! I love it, really, and I can never find anything related to it. So I was super excited when I saw FrigidStitch had a pattern available. I bought it the same time I bought Trinity’s Pokemon pattern.

I wasn’t a huge fan of the colors used for the two Mulan characters so I changed them. In the original pattern, Girl!Mulan was wearing the outfit she wore at the very beginning of the movie while Ping!Mulan’s colors were slightly off (they’re still slightly off but shh we’re gonna roll with it). I wanted Mulan in her matchmaker outfit because 1. She was wearing it when she sang this song and 2. She’s not comfortable in both this outfit and as soldier Ping, so I wanted to “reflect” that (ba-dum-tish, I’ll see myself out).

This was done on 18 count aida because I love me some 18 count mmm yeah. And I don’t want to talk about how much I had to rip out… Also-also, for my log, this was literally finished today, so, yay! Productivity!

~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART FOURTEEN:END

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“Revenge?” You inquired with a smirk as he dragged you out of your room. 

“Come on. We have to make her feel bad, you know?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be the bigger people?” You raised an eyebrow. Stopping in his tracks, he sighed. “Aren’t you mad about what she did?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Then, for once, just this once, for your…boyfriend, can you agree?” He drawled out the word ‘boyfriend’ as if testing it out and then nodded in satisfaction.

“Boyfriend, huh? I don’t recall you asking to be my boyfriend,” you looked around, aimlessly.

“But Y/N,” Jungkook whined, shaking your hand in his grasp.

“Yes?”

“I’ve already told you I love you and I’ve kissed you,” He peered down at you with a raised brow. When you nodded, motioning him to continue, he shook his head as a chuckled released from his lips. “Now, all that there’s left is the question. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Sure, I love you, too, so it’s very clear that’d be my answer. Now, what were you thinking for revenge?”

“That’s it? A ‘Sure’? You know what, I should’ve expected that,” He laughed.

“Did you expect me to jump into your arms oh so gracefully and give you a kiss?”

“I mean, that’d be nice,” Jungkook shrugged with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you stood on your tippy-toes and pecked his cheek. He pouted but nonetheless walked along. 

“So, girlfriend, my plan of revenge is messy,” Jungkook smirked, leading you to his dorms.

“You’re not gonna call me that always, right? I like the sound of it but do we want to be that couple?” After a moment of silence you nodded to yourself. “Of course we do. We’ll annoy the shit out of people.”

“Exactly!”

“So what were you thinking?” You asked again when you reached his room; a room you stayed in plenty of time. You were the one who hogged his bed and constantly fought over room while, Yoongi, poor Yoongi, had to watch from the other side. Unlike you, Jungkook had a roommate. 

Opening the door, you both walked in. At the sound, Yoongi’s head popped up from his laying down position on the bed. “Y/N! I never thought I’d say this, but I missed you here!” Yoongi shouted, grinning ear to ear. You’ve never seen him like this.

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighed. 

“Nope, I missed Y/N. How many times have I told you to apologize to her for ignoring her for so long?” Yoongi stood up and walked over to the both of you. 

“Many,” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly, casting his eyes downward.

“Oh really? Well, hate to break it to you but it required a Vmin intervention to get him to apologize,” You playfully scowled in Jungkook’s direction. 

“Why, what happened?”

“Remember Y/F/N?”

“That girl I met once when she came over and after she left, I banned her from coming back because she was too damn annoying? Yeah, I remember her,” Yoongi rolled his eyes as if recalling a day he’d much rather forget. 

“She wasn’t my pen pal…Y/N was,” Jungkook still obviously felt guilty for picking a stranger over you.

“Oh? That makes a lot of sense. I liked your pen pal’s sense of humor and I liked Y/N,” Snapping his fingers he shook his head, “Should connected them sooner.”

“Well, now she’s exposed and Kook and I want to get revenge,” You clapped your hands, smiling sweetly.

“And we’re dating! Y/N, can’t forget about the highlight,” Jungkook grinned.

“I sure hope you are. The way Jungkook used to go on and on about you, you already knew he was in love with you.” 

“Oh really?”

“Hyung! Not important right now! Revenge plan, remember?” Jungkook waved his hands around.

“I love a good revenge plan. What were you thinking?”

“Remember the paint war we were supposed to have?”

“The one with the balloons?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook grinned. “That’s a great idea!”

Looking between the two boys who’d be thought being twelve years old with a conversation like this, you were confused. Paint war? Balloons? 

“You think? It isn’t too mean?”

“You’re asking the wrong person…I’d write roast the shit out of them with a diss track. How can I help?”


“Great. More of Jungkook’s friends. Wanna yell at me, too?” You overheard Y/F/N groan when she spotted Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin approaching her. 

Both you and Jungkook were hiding on top of a probably restricted construction structure. It was in front of one of the buildings being repaired from storm damage. Under the structure, was Y/F/N where you had planned her to be. 

“We were just wondering why you lied to Jungkook,” Jin said, innocently, walking closer, but not close enough to be ‘revenge-ed.’

“I have to explain it to you, too? Ugh, honestly if I had known this would be the consequences of being his friend in the first place then I’d–” You nudged Jungkook to hurry up and start. Jungkook sent you a smirk before dropping the blue water balloon so it landed on her head. 

She let out a shriek as you stifled a laugh. The boys in front of her laughed their asses off, and you quickly grabbed the special present Taehyung gave you. Throwing it on the ground next to her, an eruption of purple smoke was released. 

“Smoke bomb. Smart,” Jungkook nodded, handing you a balloon. You both threw the remaining balloons before the smoke dissipated and scurried off the structure. You pretended to be just walking in on the scene, noticing the boys motioning you over. 

“You did this!” Y/F/N pointed an accusing finger at the two of you. Putting both your hands up in surrender you denied, “We just got here, how would we?” You couldn’t contain your laugh as you observed her. She was a rainbow. Her arms were green and orange, while her head and torso was a mixture between blues and pinks. 

“Then maybe it was the other two,” She was fuming. 

“Us?” Taehyung and Jimin genuinely just entered the scene. All the while, other students walked by with snickers and smirks on their faces.

“Wondered why she got that.”

“I don’t care. She deserved it. You know she stole my boyfriend in freshman year?”

“She looks better like that.”

“I’d give a high five to the person who did that.”

Smirking to yourselves, both you and Jungkook returned to your dorm room. “Now, that, was fun,” You yelled, a large grin on your face. Tackling Jungkook in an embrace, you sighed in content. 

“Princess, as long as you’re dating me, it’ll always be fun,” He wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively.

“Says the virgin,” You smirked causing him to gasp. 

“Hey! You’re making fun!”

“No, no, just a small tease,” You leaned up and pecked his lips. Humming in response, Jungkook pulled you onto your bed. Hovering over you and wrapping his arms around you, he gave a cute smile.

“Just letting you know, I’m not letting go. Ever,” He buried his head in the crook of your neck as you laid underneath him.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to.”

The both of you soon fell asleep, your hand playing with his hair, a new thing you did that Jungkook loved. However, like the last time, you managed to move around so you were against his chest and legs tangled together. 

This time, when you woke up, there was no awkwardness. Soft smiles and sweet words were exchanged between you two and man, you wondered what the hell you did to deserve it. 


That day, you were both sent to you Dean’s office where Y/F/N, still some part of her body covered in paint splatters, sat in his chair. You sat in the other two seats next to Y/F/N. 

“I’m sorry Y/F/N, but no one saw it,” your Dean apologized.

“They had a smoke bomb! Believe me they did it!” She pointed another accusing finger at you.

“And why would they do that?” The Dean raised his eyebrow. You and Jungkook exchanged glances. You were both expecting this. If Y/F/N said you waned revenge, she’d have to explain why. And why would be the reason she’d be in trouble. Pretending to be someone else, especially if it was part of an assignment, was a violation and she knew that.

Opening her mouth a few times, she looked down and grumbled to herself. Looking back up sweetly, she apologized, “You know, it probably wasn’t them. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Then she marched out the door and closed it behind her. 

“I’m sorry I had to have you here. You see, paint was thrown at Y/F/N and she thought you two were the culprits. Do you know why’d she’d think that?”

The both of you shook your heads in disbelief, widening your eyes. “What?” “No way!”

“I thought so. You can leave now,” the Dean motioned to the door. 

“See? Smoke bombs are smart,” you smirked, out of ear range of the Dean’s office.

Intertwining your hands, Jungkook sighed, “What an adventure; First I talked to my pen pal, then you, then back to my pen pal, then you, and then Y/F/N, and then you who was my pen pal all along? Wow, what a story to tell.”

“Yeah, at least we’re both at fault. We both did stupid things.”

“Because we’re both idiots,” Jungkook finished.

“For each other,” you pinched his cheek lovingly, causing him to groan. 

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“As Sarcastic Princess would say, I love me too,” You smiled when he chuckled. “Oh, and I love you, too.”


ITS OVER *wipes tear* I hope this was an okay ending that satisfied you all! Thank you all so much for reading this and leaving such sweet messages and asks. I couldn’t ask for a better bunch of readers.

As for the next pen pal, it’s going to be….*drum rolls* Yoongi’s!!! So all you Yoongi biased (heh me too) be sure to stick around!! Pls, I love making friends.

How did you like it? Any particular parts you loved? Let me know!

I love y’all~

After Words

Summary: Bookshop AU. Reader finds a book with some handwritten notes inside and sets out to find the person responsible.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 6,690

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of anxiety, one mention of PTSD, mentions of mental health issues, I love italicizing things, and I make fun of people calling other people snowflakes

A/N: This is for @whotheeffisbucky​‘s AU Writing Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate! Sorry if it’s a mess!

Originally posted by leafierleaf

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Dating Jason Todd:
  • First things first, Jason is a cuddle monster.
  • Every time you walk by the couch he’ll grab you around the waist and drag you down.
  • Jason loves pet names. “Babe” “Baby” “Sweetheart” “Doll” “Princess” “Sugar”, any damn nickname he can think of. 
  • Sometimes when he gets drunk he’ll catcall and whistle at you. Honestly, it’s flattering that even while drunk your boyfriend still thinks you’re hot enough to hit on.
  • But God help anyone who tries to hit on you when you’re out, it never ends well for them.
  • Jason is super protective. Even the criminals know not to mess with you anymore because Red Hood will come after them. He’ll start fights at the drop of a hat if he thinks it’s to protect you.
  • Whenever you get cold he’ll drop his leather jacket on top of you. It’s super comforting, because it smells just like him, and it’s super warm.
  • He especially loves it when you wear nothing but his leather jacket and some lacy underwear, it really gets him going in the morning.
  • Jason loves sex, will try anything once, and loves the thrill of almost getting caught. He loves to get rough after a boring night of patrol, to get out all of his excess energy, and he loves gentle morning sex when the night was rough.
  • He also loves to just hold you and watch you sleep, you’ve told him that it’s creepy, but don’t really mind.
  • You make Jason be nice to his brothers. Make him actually sit down and talk to them, it turns out that Jason gets along great with Tim and Damian, and eventually Dick.
  • The two younger boys start coming around more often, and family movie nights become a thing.
  • You also help him stop killing, make him think of a plan before just throwing himself into dangerous situations. He has someone he has to make it home to now. 
  • Jason is a hell of a cook, he loves it and is constantly having you try his new dishes. 
  • He loves to mess with your cooking, adding spices when you aren’t looking or stealing little tastes. 
  • He loves to hold you from behind. To just have his arms wrapped around your waist and have his front pressed to your back with his face buried in your neck.
  • His kisses are never brief. Even when you try and just sneak a quick kiss he’ll grab you and kiss you until you’re dizzy and breathless.
  • Whenever Jason wakes up from a nightmare he needs you to be close.
  • If you happen to be out of the bed he’ll stumble out of the room, gun clutched tightly in his hand and eyes frantic until he sees you. He’ll jerk forward and practically collapse into your arms.
  • Most of the times he’ll leave bruises with how hard he’s holding you, but you don’t mind. Even when he feels guilty at the hand shaped mark on your arm, you’re just glad that he trusts you enough to seek you out when he’s half-mad with fear and fuzzy from sleep.
  • Jason loves to read, he loves it when you sit with him, either reading or sleeping against his chest while he reads over your shoulder.
  • He likes to go to coffee shops with you, holding your hand while he sips at his pumpkin spice lattes (Because they’re awesome, Y/N … Don’t laugh at me, I like them)
BTS REACTION to S/O trying to act cute but accidentally turns them on

Jin

Jin wasn’t giving you any attention as he talked to the members instead of you. You didn’t mind him bonding with them, but when it got to the point of him ignoring you? That’s when you started to mind. You pouted, planning to act cute just to get his attention. You knew he loved it when you tried to act cute. You gave him a small pout, your eyes wide as you sat on his lap. He was taken aback by your action, his focus no longer on the conversation in front of him. He wrapped his arms around you as you started to act cute, making small noises as you twisted in his lap. He grunted, quickly leaning towards you to grip your hips so they stopped moving around. He rested his head on your shoulder, and you gave him a confused look as you stopped trying to act cute. He bit your shoulder, making you gasp in surprise as you realized why he made you stop moving your hips.

“Your cute noises reminded me too much of last time I fucked you so good.. And your wiggling hips aren’t helping, baby.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi

You wanted to dress up as a cute school girl for halloween and wanted to show him your new outfit. He only nodded his head once, not really paying attention as he continued to work on a new track. You smiled widely, changing into the outfit. The skirt was a little short, and the shirt showed off a little bit of your stomach, but you didn’t think much of it as you put your hair up in a ponytail. You sighed, calling for Yoongi to turn around in his chair. He obilged, planning to only give you a quick glance before returning back to his work after he complimented you. But once he caught sight of you in that short skirt, he could only imagine what was underneath it all. Your knee high socks only topped it all off, making him shift in his seat slightly. You asked if he liked it, giving him a twirl as you smiled innocently. He groaned when he saw that the skirt lifted up more, showing your ass perfectly. He tapped his thigh, biting his lip as he tugged on the hem of your skirt, pulling you towards him.

“You look good, kitten. But I think you would look better riding me while I pull that ponytail of yours and fuck you senseless.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Namjoon

You stared at him with wide eyes, smiling innocently. At first, he thought nothing of it, just admiring how cute and pretty you looked. You grabbed the grapes from the counter, placing it between your lips and telling Namjoon to look. You sucked in the grape as it made a weird sucking noise as you laughed. You chewed the grape, still smiling innocently. But the sucking sound made him think of last nights events where you gave him a blowjob, and him cumming in your mouth while you moaned. You sweet giggles weren’t helping either as you stood there, about to grab another grape to make that sucking noise. It was supposed to be a cute moment, and you only then noticed that Joon wasn’t laughing at how ‘cute’ you were trying to be. You pouted, watching as his eyes darkened when you walked towards him and placed yourself on his knee whil looking at him. His arms immediately wrapped around you, resting his head on your shoulder before kissing your neck softly.

“Those sucking sounds you were making were just too good, kitten.”

Originally posted by slapmon

Hoseok

You were playing with Hoseok’s hair as he laid himself on your chest. He loved falling asleep in your arms while you held him and ran your fingers through his hair. He hummed softly in appreciation, and you smiled as you looked down at him. He looked so perfect; with closed eyes and pouty lips. Suddenly, though, you pulled at his hair too tightly when trying to cutely poke his nose with your other hand. He growled, his eyes immediately shooting open to look up at you. Your eyes went wide as you started to apologize, saying that you didn’t mean to tug that hard. He ignored your apologies as he leaned himself up so that he was hovering over you, kissing you sloppily. Your eyes went wide, before you started to hastily kiss him back. You pulled at his hair again, causing another low growl to escape his throat. He bit your bottom lip, making you gasp as he slid his tongue in your mouth, making sure you felt every aspect of him. He wanted to taste you, feel you. When you pulled at his hair, it seemed to tug at one of his strings. It reminded him of all the times he fucked you while you screamed his name, and pulled at his hair as he pounded into you.

“Fuck, baby.. You know what that does to me, Y/N..”

Originally posted by meanyoongis

Jimin

You were pinching his cheeks, telling him on how cute he looked. He pouted for only a few seconds, before beginning to smile along with you. You were straddling his hips with his hands on your hips as you continued to pinch his cheeks cutely. The adorable expression on your face when you admired him was worth all of the torture, if he even considered this torture. He removed his hands from your hips to pinch your own cheeks, when you let out a squeal of surprise. The noise sounded too much like a moan of pleasure, and it made his ears perk up. Your eyes were as innocent as ever as you smiled at him. He didn’t want to ruin the cute moment, but the sound you made was just too fucking good for him not to do anything. He pulled your face down for a kiss, to which you moaned in his mouth again. This encouraged him to trail his hands down your body onto your hips, urging you to move.

“Shit, you’re so beautiful.. So pretty.”

Originally posted by boo-t-s

Taehyung

The both of you were in the kitchen, listening to music as you cooked together. You were humming a song, until your favorite song came on. You made a gasping noise as he looked at you with a smile on his face. He knew very well this was your favorite song by the way your eyes lit up and you started to sing the lyrics. He watched as you started to dance cutely, but only then did he notice how short his shirt actually was on you. His white shirt hung just above your knees, but the way you were moving your hips caused it to ride up to where he could see your black lace panties. He gulped in his throat, his gaze immediately turning dark. You hadn’t noticed until you finally looked over at him again, and that’s when you stopped your dancing. Just as you were about to say something, he turned off the stove before pushing your back against the counter and kissing you feverishly. He tugged at the hem of the shirt you were wearing, pulling it up just above your hips so that he could touch you, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb.

“You look so good in my shirts, kitten..”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

He knew you were just trying to be cute. The way you mocked his dancing, being as extra as ever. At first, he laughed deeply at how adorable and cute you looked trying to imitate the way he danced. But then one of your favorite parts came on, making you roll your hips sensually. You still tried your best to stay innocent and cute so that he could laugh, but the movements only made a choke come out. He coughed, making you stop your movements as you laughed breathily. You chuckled, but he only bit his lip, staring up and down your body. You were wearing his favorite shorts and favorite top that he loved on you. You noticed his gaze change, making your gulp as you stood there in front of him. He tapped his thigh, suggesting for you to sit. You silently obliged, making him smirk. The second you straddled his hips, he was quick to attack your mouth with kisses.

“Fuck, that was too good, baby.. You looked so good, maybe even better than me.”

Originally posted by jeonify

- admin storm

danny phantom is such a weird thing to me because looking back it was pretty much just your standard butch hartman fare with cheesy not-always-good writing and dumb puns and a LOT of cliches and a relatively short run-time and kind of an awkward art style?? but it’s all wrapped around this. premise which gets potentially disturbing when you actually stop to think about the ramifications of a boy being LITERALLY half dead and the reason the cartoon sticks in ppls’ minds so much is because of this disturbing potential for horror which the cartoon never actually tapped into. it’s almost like ppl remember the concept of the show more than the show itself and it’s both strange and kinda cool and interesting

distance - klance season 4

(based on the beautiful art by @badenlily link here  that is sooo beautiful - that you should all marvel at before you read this!! - and this thing I wrote is nowhere near worthy of it, but thank you so much for letting me write it!! This is set somewhere in season 4, I assume? i also posted this over on my ao3 here

“It looks good on you,” Lance says, his elbow propped up against Red’s control panel, his chin held in his palm; looking at Keith in his video feed. “The hood, I mean, it makes you look all mysterious.”

“Hm,” Keith says, looking up from sharpening his blade; he blinks at him, then what Lance had said registers and his cheeks turn a soft pink. He reaches up and touches his hood, “Oh, thanks, Lance.” He hadn’t really thought about whether or not it looked good, he’d been more interested in the durability and practicality of his suit, and how/if the hood would help keep him disguised if he needed it. 

“The purple really brings out your eyes,” Lance says, settling into this, complimenting Keith with a hint of glee; his lips widening into an easy, possibly flirty grin. “It makes them pop.”

“Pop?” Keith repeats, raising an eyebrow. He sheaths his blade then, leaning closer to the screen to look at his own eyes and Lance looks at them too, they are really, really pretty eyes.

“Yup,” Lance says, not explaining further, “Pop.”

“Well, you look really good in your undersuit,” Keith says easily, without a hint of embarrassment at his incredibly embarrassing words. “It makes your shoulders look really broad.”

“W-what?” Lance stutters, his cheeks flushing; he can dish it out with ease, but can’t handle it when he gets it back in return. “Stop messing around, Keith!”

“I’m not,” Keith says back, indignant; confused by Lance’s refusal to accept his genuine compliment. “It looks good on you.”

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