The 100 is like that idiot boyfriend where you keep telling your friends “He’s not like that, I swear. He’s really sweet, like I promise, he’s better than this. Just give him time, he’ll grow on you.” And then he does the dumb thing again and you’re like, “CAN YOU JUST WORK WITH ME HERE??”
A/N: A small disagreement escalates into something Jughead regrets from the minute he says it. But in the time of need, good will always win.
“What about- “
“Y/N I AM BEGGING YOU!”
You put your hand on you hip, “There is actually no way in hell am I wearing that.”
Jughead sighed, “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“You want me to tell you what’s wrong with wanting me to wear a Chewbacca outfit to a party that our whole year will be at?” You asked with raised eyebrows, not understanding where the hell your dumbass boyfriend got that idea from.
“Well, we can’t both be Han Solo!” He defended, throwing his hands in the air as if it was obvious.
You scoffed. This was the biggest party in your whole social life, you looked forward to it every year. It was hosted by the one and only Cheryl Blossom and the rule was: no fancy dress = no entrance. The past years you had outdone yourself, staring off with Jasmine from Aladdin, followed by a hippie with the full flower-power theme the next, and last year you topped it off with dressing as Bellatrix Lestrange. Now this time around, you had to do even better, which meant definitely not wearing the Chewbacca costume that Jughead wanted you to.
He had brought up the idea moments ago, you were currently at lunch in the student common room, surrounded by the usual group of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and yourself. The people you called your “best friends” all had different reactions to Jugheads couple costume idea. Veronica was looking shocked at the thought of you wearing a furry-onesie to the highest social class event of the year, Kevin nodding and agreeing with her argument that she was loudly spreading to the rest of the group. Archie was in deep conversation with Jughead about the style of his costume and planning a trip the town costume shop for a plastic gun to take royal place as Han Solos weapon. And Betty was in awe at the ‘adorable’ thought of a couple-costume.
You on the other hand, thought it was preposterous.
“Sorry to burst your bubble Juggie,” you shrugged sarcastically, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I would rather get a sticky maple from Chuck than wear a Chewbacca costume in public…or ever.”
Little did you know, that once you had said your final word and started to have a conversation with Veronica about your actual costume, Jugheads’ heart sunk. He was excited about this, the first time he wanted to do something publicly to show that you were his, and you had turned down his idea.
All he wanted to do was show the other guys that nobody was to touch you.
Looking up from your conversation with Ronnie, you noticed your boyfriend’s sunken eyes that were focused on the floor. He couldn’t be that affected by a simple costume, could he? It was just a costume, a silly outfit that he was taking way to personally to heart.
Jughead looked up and met your loving eyes with a cold stare. “Fine, you would rather have a fun time with Chuck, then he can take you to the party.” Jughead stated aggressively.
You were stunned, and as were the others it seemed because they suddenly fell quiet from their various conversations.
“What are you talking about, Juggie?” You laughed lightly, confused with the sudden turn of events.
He scoffed, “Well you obviously don’t care about me, so Chuck can take you. I’m not going.”
Archie place a hand on his elbow, “Jug don’t be an idiot- “
Jughead shrugged him away and stared accusingly at you. You started to felt your blood boil at his sudden accusations and rudeness.
“Where is, this coming from?” You asked with pure shock laced in your tone.
Of course, you cared about him, he was the one person you loved more than life for god’s sake!
“You always have to have your own way! Nothing nice for anyone else,” Jughead accused, his words becoming harsher than expected.
The way he stared at you with a cold, hard glare hurt inside and you could see the tears start to form at the bottom of your waterline, but there was no way you were going to start crying here in front of all the people.
“Fine,” you shouted back, “I will go with Chuck.”
Veronica started to say your name in a rushed tone to make you see reason, but you ignored it.
“I will go with Chuck, because I don’t want to go with someone who overreacts about a costume party and starts making accusations!” You furiously said with the anger you felt being clear in your face.
But Jugheads expression only grew angrier and suddenly, you were frightened of losing him forever.
“Well that’s good then because I don’t want to go with someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and acts like goddamn royalty and superior, but is actually just a fake and never gets anything right. Because guess, what I hate people like that, and guess what again, that is a definition of you.”
He spat out the words like poison, and the way they stung your heart certainly felt like it. Your stomach felt heavy, as if all the broken pieces of you heart and fallen. A single tear rolled down your cheek and the vison of Jughead was blurred.
But when he saw how much damage his words caused and how he had just destroyed anything the two of you had, the anger inside his bones was washed away and instead, he was filled with regret. He hated the fact he had hurt you, the way he has just broken the person he loved and needed to get by.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, I did-“He began to stutter with remorse obvious in his voice. His eyes met yours but you looked away. It hurt to do so.
“No, it’s ok, you made your feelings pretty clear,” you spoke clearly, brushing the tears way with the palm of your hand and picking your back up from the couch. Without another word, you left the room.
You were closely followed by Veronica and Betty after they both started at Jughead with confusion and frustration plastered on their face and left the room, running after you to make sure you were ok. Kev left behind them, but not before putting a hand on Jugs shoulder to show he cared for him, but the fact he left to come after you showed he was concerned for you more than Jughead. Archie was still sat on the couch, just staring at his best friend as he had a mental battle with himself.
Jughead was furious with himself at the way he had overreacted and hurt you so deeply. He never meant for it to go that far, and his heart hurt at the idea of you crying somewhere feeling damaged and defeated.
Archie rose to his feet and looked Jughead straight in the eyes. No matter how much he wanted to say something to make his best friend feel better, to make him ok and tell him that there was a light at the tunnel. Archie desperately wanted to tell him that you two would make up and you would forgive him, but he couldn’t. Instead he picked up his back and made an exit for the door.
Jug’s eyes followed him out, and when Archie stopped he was hopeful that his best friend was going to be there for him in the time of need.
But all that came from Archie’s mouth was:
“You really fucked up this time, mate.”
And he left.
Jughead just sighed.
“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “I know.”
The tears in your eyes started to fall quicker and quicker as you stormed down the school corridors, looking for one person in particular. And when you saw him, you knew exactly what to do.
“Hey, Chuck!” You yelled down to him. Chuck was standing next to Reggie, and when he heard his named called, he turned around quickly. Your eyes met each other’s and you felt a sickening felling grow in your stomach.
“Hey, babe,” he smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “what’s up?”
You shrugged his arm off – it wasn’t the same loving feeling as Jugheads. Chucks simple gesture felt dangerous, and you suddenly wanted to back out from making a mistake.
But there was no way you could go back to Jughead, not after he had hurt you like that.
So, gathering up courage, you managed to force out the words.
“Do you want to go to Cheryl’s party with me?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the fact you should be doing this with Jughead and not a play boy like Chuck.
You heard running from behind you and saw Betty and Veronica nearing where you were.
Betty placed a heartfelt hand on your elbow, trying to pull you away from Chuck, but your shrugged her off, “Don’t do this Y/N, you know Jughead didn’t mean it- “
“Shut up, Betty!” You spat out, not intending for it to come out quite so rude, “Sorry, it’s just that Jughead has made his feelings clear, so I’m going to take his advice.” You said, looking them in their eyes and trying to show them that you knew what you were doing.
Chuck pulled you back into his side and smirked down at you, “Yeah baby, we can go together, and after we can have a little fun.” He laughed and whispered in your ear.
Your stomach grew tighter as you felt your breakfast almost making a re-appearance. You forced a smile and just nodded at Chuck, pulling yourself out of his arms and walking towards a worried looking Betty and a confused looking Ronnie.
“Jughead made up his mind,” you defended yourself, biting back the tears that were ready to be unleashed, “and now so have I.”
But of course, your heart took over and the tears began to spill once more. Veronica quickly pulled you into her arms, the comforting smell of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume making you feel safe for the moment. Betty joined in, and the three of you remained silently hugging in the middle of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Kevin and Archie has witnessed the entire matter, and when they noticed what was happening between you all, rushed over to be part of the group hug.
‘These people are here for me’ you thought to yourself. But no matter how much you wanted to be happy at that moment, you couldn’t.
Because your heart was shattered, and unfortunately, the only person who could fix it was the person who destroyed it in the first place.
And little did you know, that very same person was watching all his friends comfort you in the middle of the hallway, whilst you cried quietly because of something he did.
BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:
requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)
A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖
Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go
too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so
handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a
husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment
for being so drop-dead gorgeous.
As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know
what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the
wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge
with your foot.
His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been
together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing
we do now?”
You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at
him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”
Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning.
Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With
one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his
glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that
there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and
help me get the wine glasses.”
That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen
for an emergency make-out session:
“Was there a
reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”
“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”
worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.
Yoongi: Well, this is new.
Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on
his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas
of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape
you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.
But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.
Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of
your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.
You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn
pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.
“What?” he demands.
You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing…
I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”
“Then what do you call this?”
He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your
shirt. “I call this an emergency.”
He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”
Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and
nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold
already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything
really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still,
his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal
box on the highest shelf.
As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he
pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting
your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.
“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.
You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his
direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”
His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”
You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the
aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to
dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.
Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.
“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s
brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed?
Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.
You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching
fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”
That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders
sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one
step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above
you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just
because you wanted it.
And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?”
“I think it was.”
“Well. I love you too.”
Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his
Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday
morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.
Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him
pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance
of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s
time to wreak some havoc.
The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.
“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.
“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr,
settling yourself in his lap.
The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms
underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is
serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.
Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he
kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just,
please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”
Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly
when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly
when you need him.
Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung,
smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need –
need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.
Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and
rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.
He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You
“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”
“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss
on his unsuspecting lips.
With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for
you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch
you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate
sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”
“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray
speck of chocolate from your chin.
you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can
control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas
and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your
Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you
learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing
secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to
touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How
were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the
planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to
hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’
he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so
much as glanced in your general direction.
Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem,
crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you
could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes
of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.
Seated in the back row, you can share a
bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook
can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie
heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of
Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck,
knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is
better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that
Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.
please write about watching him cuddle a pillow I will die
He looks peaceful, relaxed against the soft pillow and cushions of the white lounging couch, eyes closed and lips pursed as he slumbers away under the Mexican heat. The expanse of his back is exposed and you watch from where you sit at the edge of the pool as he breathes in and out, sleep completely taking over his body.
It’s the first time in a month that he gets to relax and take a few days for himself, after the extensive and seemingly never ending promotion of his new album. You’ve followed him along as you could but this small trip (part of his promotion but still a chance to steal a few days of rest) is the first time you can finally see him for more than five minutes between interviews or the half an hour before the two of you went to bed, after an intense day of work.
Harry’s skin, dotted with tattoos and a little mark here and there, is glistening in the sunshine and your fingers tingle to touch it, but you don’t want to interrupt his nap, not when you know he needs it so much.
Even though you know he loves the fast pace of his work and the interactions with old and new fans, you know there are moments where he needs to relax and recharge. In the last few years in the band, you saw him run himself ragged from all the touring, never ever taking time to just sit back and take a moment for himself, so you couldn’t help but worry once it all started again.
“When is his next appearance?” You ask Jeff, your legs submerged into the cold but pleasant water as your legs move back and forth slowly.
“He’s got a secret show in three days.” Your boyfriend’s friend and manager, tells you.
“I’m glad he gets a few days off.” You tell him, looking back at Harry - he’s sleeping soundly, unperturbed by the sounds of music and conversation around you and you can’t help feel your heart speed up when you see him squeezing a pillow against his side, nose burying into it just like he does with you when the two of you share a bed.
“Yeah, he earned it.”
Lying back, sunglasses on your face and arms stretched against your sides, you enjoy the contrast between the coolness of the water in your legs and the heat of the sun on the rest of your body and you’re almost falling asleep when you feel the sunlight lightly burning on your skin.
Getting up, you head towards the couch where your boyfriend sleeps, reaching for the suncream that rests by his head with light hands to avoid disturbing him but it’s to no use. The second you grab the bottle, you’re facing the green of his eyes, puffy with sleep and shining brighter than ever against the sunlight.
“Go back to sleep.” You mumble, hand reaching down to brush against the apples of his cheek, his eyes squinting as he looks up at you.
With deep and scratchy voice, Harry answers you, one of his hands reaching up to hold your wrist, keeping your hand on him. “Where are yeh going?”
“Just gonna put on some more suncream.” Smiling, you kneel down, finger brushing against the bridge of his nose in a slow caress that make his sleepy eyes close as he leans on his pillow again, cheek smushed against it. “Did you put on yours? Can’t ruin your money maker.”
His shoulders shake as he giggles, eyes bright when he looks up at you, a smile on his lips. “M’ nose is my money maker? Not m’ voice?”
“Some would say, yeah.” You shrug, fighting a smirk and Harry turns to his back, a hand on his tummy as he laughs lightly.
“Mental…” He shakes his head, before turning towards you again, face just a few inches from yours. “I didn’t put any on.”
Shaking your head in disapproval, you stand up, tapping on his head until he lifts it up, giving you enough space to sit down and then his head is on your lap as he looks up at you. “Gonna put some on for you and then you’re gonna remember to put some more on later, okay?”
Humming, he closes his eyes and allows you to dot the white cream all over his face. WIth delicate fingers, you spread the cream all over his cheeks, chin, forehead and nose, slathering some down his neck and chest. “It’s like a facial. Wonderful.”
You giggle and continue on until the substance is nothing but a sticky and clear layer on his face and you watch as he relaxes against you, mouth opening slightly as sleep takes over him again. He’s hugging his pillow almost like a teddy bear and you can help but slide the fingers of your free hand into his hair, his bandana falling off and giving you a free path to work on scratching his scalp lightly.
He looks peaceful resting against you and try as you might, you can’t help but lean down and steal a quick kiss from his parted lips - they feel warm from the sun and they taste like the fruity drink he was having before his nap. Just as you’re about to pull away, you feel the weight of his hand against the back of your neck, holding you down as his lips part and allow his tongue to find yours. It’s a slow, sensual and toe curling kiss, where your tongues dance together to allow the both of you the best taste of each other, with slow gentle licks and teeth nipping on his full bottom lip as your hand slides down his chest, nails scratching against his tummy.
“Should put some more later.” He mumbles when you pull away with a gasp.
“What?” You ask, frowning at him. “Suncream?”
“Hmmm… no.” Harry smiles, pulling you down again. “Kisses. On my mouth.”
Laughing against his lips, you allow him to kiss you, distracting you from the heat of the sun and focusing on the heat of his tongue, that makes butterflies swarm your tummy and erase any worries from your mind.
Summary: Yoongi is always early in his studio and well, he wakes you one morning. Simple, right? Nah, that’s where you’re wrong.
Your eyes jolt open, stung by the sun ray aurora spilling over you half dressed self. Turning over to your right, you hope to find your angelic boyfriend beside, only to have his spot froze; cool from the slight breeze from the cracked window.
“Babe, hurry up. Jessica’s party is in 2 hours and I promised I would help her set up.” Jeff said entering you room which was now covered in clothes. “Wow it looks like your closet threw up in here.”
“It’s the first party of my junior year and your senior one.” You said scavenging your clothes. You sat on the floor and threw the shirt in your hand. “I just want to look cute.”
“Y/N,” Your boyfriend said as he knelt next to you. “You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear, okay? But if you want my opinion, wear the that dress I bought you last month. I always thought you looked hot in it.”
You smiled up at your boyfriend who was now standing and holding out his hand. Taking his hand, you stood up and kissed him. “Thank you, J”
You went your bed and picked out the black dress. “Now get out so I can put on my face and get ready.”
“I can’t stay for the show?” He asked with a smirk.
“Out!” You said laughing pushing Jeff out your room.
You got to Jessica’s place early to help with the set up but not really so when Jeff went to go help the guys with the kegs you chatted with your friends Jess and Clay.
Clay was the one that had set you and Jeff up after hearing about your crush on the senior from Hannah.
By 10, the party was in full swing. Most kids were inside the house sitting in couches some were talking, others not so much. You were amongst the ones sitting in the living room talking to Tony.
You were in full conversation with your friend when you saw Jeff make his way out the room. You apologized to Tony and cut the conversation short. “And where are you going mister?” You said getting ahold of your boyfriend.
“Hey, I’m on provisions so I’m just gonna grab a couple more beers from the store.” He said.
“Okay, I’m coming too,” You happily said taking his large hand in your petite one.
“Nah babe, you don’t have to. Have fun with your friends, it is a party after all.”
You gave him the look and he knew there was no point in arguing. “Fine. Only cause you’re cute.” He kissed the top of your head.
You two successfully got the beers and you were on your way back.
You put on the radio and John Legend was on. “Oh my gosh, our song!” You squealed. This was the song that played in the background when you two first had sex.
“Cause all of meeee, loves all of youuu.” You and Jeff sang, pointing at each other. You held his hand as the chorus continued, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Little did you know both your lives would change, in a major way.
You two were so mesmerized by one another you didn’t notice another car come out of nowhere. “Jeff, watch out!” You screamed as the car came rushing towards you. And that was the last thing you saw before darkness eclipsed you.
“Y/N, wake up. Wake up, baby girl.” Jeff said standing over you. “I need you to wake up for me.”
And you did.
You slowly lifted you heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled you nose. Your mouth was dry and you were laying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, made you want to close your eyes again. You felt like you had slept for years, but you was still tired.
You heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in your neck were stiff and sore. You saw your mother sitting in a chair by the window.
“Mom,” You said weakly.
“Hey,” She whispered, sitting at the edge of your hospital bed.
“Why am I…?” You said as you tried to sit up.
“You were in a coma, sweetie.” She said and your eyes widen. “Just for two days.”
You noticed your moms facial features. her eyes were sporing major bags and they were puffy and red. Has she been crying?
“Mom, where’s Jeff?” You asked looking around.
“Y/N, Jeff..uh..He didn’t make it.” She said as tears started brimming her eyes. “I know how much you loved him.”
"No, no no there’s no way,” You stuttered. This can’t be true. Jeff Atkins cannot die.
“Honey, I am so sorry but he … he died on scene.”
You were numb. Why him? You wanted to scream. Why him? “ B-But I-I didn’t- I didn’t get to say goodbye,” You sobbed. You couldn’t believe that the love of your life was…gone.
“Sshh, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” You mom said trying her hardest to soothe you. She laid next to you and wrapped her arms around you fragile body.
“I loved him, Mom. I loved him so much and now-” You cried into your moms chest.
“I know sweetie, I know.” She stroked your hair. “He loved you very much.”
“It was should have been me.” You clung to your mom as the nights events played over and over in your head.
Losing someone you deeply care about hurt. He was your first love and you will always love him. Always.
Sitting at a round table, you were admiring the view in front of you. Your older sister, happily dancing with her newly wedded husband.
“Isn’t this beautiful?” you asked your long-timed boyfriend, Jughead Jones the third, who was sitting right next to you. The usual beanie who was normally on his head, was nowhere to be seen. His raven locks gave him the cute, boyish look that you loved. You were kind of glad that he had tried to dress formally for the celebration. He looked down and smirked before answering,
“Is that a trick question?” You playfully nudged him in his side, knowing he was messing with you.
“You’re supposed to say yes!” He chuckled at you and took your hand in his, bringing warmth and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Even though you guys had been dating for already a few years, he always had the same effect on you.
“She is pretty, but you’re pulchritudinous.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a puzzled look. Jughead had that way of coming up with words you’d never heard before. He was a box full of surprises.
“English, please?” He sweetly laughed at your confused expression and replied,
“It basically means that you are a delight for my eyes.” The blood rushed to your cheeks, probably giving you a small pink tint. Your boyfriend could feel your embarrassment and tried lighting up the mood,
“Don’t be shy (y/n). You are the most alluring and divine creature I’ve ever seen.” A smile crept up your face as Jughead said those words to you.
“Well, you’re pretty foxy yourself.”
“Foxy?” Jughead said back dazed and amused by your new vocabulary.
“Yeah, foxy! It means artful, cunning, knowing- which I personally think describes you perfectly.” You explained. At this moment, something seemed to shine in his blue orbs. He leaned towards you, for only you to hear,
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You gazed back at him.
“Only every day.”
A dorky smile appeared on him as you kissed his cheek. The next minutes had passed in a comfortable silence, both of you appreciating your surroundings. You and your sister’s friends had token hours to decorate the backyard for the wedding.
Usually you weren’t the arts and craft type but you loved your sister fondly and would do anything for her on this special day. Fairy lights we’re hanging on trees and across the dance floor. All the tables had a bouquet of sunflowers in a translucent vase. Balloons were scattered everywhere across the floor. You had also tried some diys from pinterest but didn’t really get an interesting ending. In other words, they turned out horribly. An enticing tune was playing in the background which you were quietly humming.
Seeing your sister like that made you so happy. It made you think about your future with Jughead. If you two would ever get married. As you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend getting up, and offering you his hand for you to take.
“Will you give me this dance?” Your boyfriend asked. The music had turned to a slow song. One of your favourites. You smiled and him and gladly took his hand.
“Of course.” Hand in hand, you and your boyfriend made your way to the dance floor where other couples were starting to appear. Jughead placed his hands on your waist and yours gently rested on his shoulders. The two of you were lightly moving to the rhythm of the romantic sway. You looked up, your gaze meeting his.
“Have you ever thought about us? Like, in the future us?” His eyebrows furrowed and peeked at the sky, thinking before saying,
“Sometimes.” He answered, “I like to think of us being together after school. Going to college would be fun. Maybe settling down after?” You bet your bottom lip.
“Yeah I’d like that…” You trailed off, “And what about after? What would you want? Would you want… this?” You asked motioning to the world around you.
“You mean the wedding?” You nodded, “I wouldn’t mind calling you wifey and being your hubby.” You both laughed and grinned and his comment. “Wouldn’t it bother your parents though? I know your dad isn’t very fond of me.”
“My dad isn’t the one who’s going to be deciding who I’m going to spend the rest and most of my days with. Besides, my dad’s moving to Arizona in the next month or so. It’ll only be me and my mom. You know she cares about you.” I said back.
“I’m sorry about your dad. I know you two don’t have the best of relationship right now, but just try to make the best out of the time you two have left together.” Jughead knew that your parents had separated when you were only a child. You couldn’t clearly remember how they announced it but every time you thought about it, your heart ached. Your boyfriend continued, “On the good side, since your sister is moving out, doesn’t it mean that there’s going to be more place for me?” You teasingly hit him,
“Oh shut it you oaf”
He smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. His icy blue eyes piercing into your (y/e/c) ones.
“To answer that question of yours, yes, I’d like you to be my wife someday.” He titled his head forward and his damp lips met yours. The kiss was sweet but passionate. It probably would’ve lasted longer if you two hadn’t been in public. Or to be more precise, to your sister’s wedding. Just when you two parted away, your sister came up to you with a smile bigger than ever,
“Hey love birds, looks like you two are next.” With that, she walked away and left you a giggling mess in your boyfriend’s arms. Jughead smugly smirked at you.
“Can you at least promise me one thing
“That we’ll at least have nine kids.” You chuckled and wondered how you got the chance to have such an amazing boyfriend.
A little something sweet for all of us while we wait for the big reveal. xo
When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
Your eyes peeled open in a groggy fashion, and you lifted a fist to rub at your eye as you sat up in bed and looked over at the space where your boyfriend usually is. The two of you had fallen asleep comfortably, whispering sweet nothings to each other as your arms wrapped themselves around his broad frame and your nose nuzzled against the back of his neck. You had been absolutely exhausted since the day before, which is probably why you didn’t wake up when he stirred.
Once you woke up enough to think coherently, you immediately knew where he was.
You slipped on your bedrobe and pattered out into the living room, your hair in a messy bun and eyes still puffy from sleep. You were still a bit tired, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without your boyfriend and you wanted to make sure that he was okay.
Summary: After seeing you getting closer to another member, Jungkook decides that he needs to teach you a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself.
Word Count: 2.3k
Thank you to anon for the request!
The dorm was filled with chatter after the boys had finished their evening practice; the room mingled with sweat and loud voices. You threw your head back in laughter as Jimin cracked another joke, raising a hand to grab his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. He leaned forward to butt his head against your shoulder as he tried to suppress his own giggles. Jimin placed a hand on your waist as he straightened himself up, the last of his chuckles fading out.
“You know, Y/N, no one else will joke around with me like this, we ought to hang out more often.” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hands and swaying them side to side as you nodded your head in agreement. You opened your mouth to respond when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes boring into you and looked across the room to see Jungkook sitting on his own on the couch. He glanced back down at his phone as he caught your gaze. He briefly flickered his eyes back up to glare between you and Jimin as his mouth screwed into a grimace while nibbling at the inside of his cheek. You frowned at his scowling expression, wondering what had caused his anger-filled state. You watched as he even brushed off Taehyung’s attempt to start a conversation, pushing himself further into the corner of the couch as his eyes narrowed towards you. Excusing yourself from Jimin, you began to make your way over to where your boyfriend was sitting. Jungkook’s glower remained unfazed as you approached him and his hands balled into fists, clenching so tight that you could see his veins begin to appear. Upon reaching him, he stood up, towering over you as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.
“Meet me in my room. Now.” He ordered; his warm breath washed over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. You cocked an eyebrow and turned to innocently stare up at him through your lashes. Without another word, he stormed towards the stairs, leaving you in confusion at his sudden anger. It wasn’t often that you saw Jungkook like this, so what could he possibly be so upset over? Not wanting to keep him waiting, you headed upstairs and stopped outside of Jungkook’s closed bedroom door. You knocked gingerly. When there was no answer, you cautiously turned the knob and stepped into the room where Jungkook had his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed heavily. You watched as he removed his jacket, leaving him in his sweat slicked t-shirt that hugged tightly against his brawny frame.
“Jungkook…” You pried carefully, afraid that you’d cause him to burst. He whipped around to face you; his jaw clenched as he advanced toward you until your back was pressed against the wall. You stared up at Jungkook exasperatedly as he lifted both of his hands to slam against the wall above you, cornering you against the surface. You felt a hot rush of blush rise in your cheeks as he towered above you. His tall form was intimidating as he stood over you, stepping closer to nearly crush himself against your small frame.
“Y/N, you’ve been getting far too friendly with Jimin lately.” He growled. You attempted to avert your gaze, but Jungkook immediately slid a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up into his darkened eyes.
“What are you talking about?” you spoke timidly, “He was making me laugh and-”
“You think I can’t see the way he gets close to you? Letting his hands graze your waist and holding your hands; it makes me furious to see someone else touch you.” He continued. You tensed as he brought one hand down to tightly grip your waist. “And the way that you’ve been allowing him to do so, even letting your own hands wander at times. No, this won’t do at all.”
“But-” You began but were cut off by Jungkook lowering himself close to you, until his face was mere centimeters from yours. His eyes, glistening with fire, bore into you as he breathed harshly through his nose.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself, Y/N.” He whispered, sending a chill up your spine. Your entire face burned a bright red as he got closer, his lips barely hovering over your own. The scent of him, his sweat mixed with his warm breath, swirled around you, making you feel intoxicated as you breathed it in. You shivered beneath him as each breath sent a dizzying wave through you.
“W-what?” You choked, blinking at him through your lashes as he towered above you. Without another word, Jungkook stepped back, suddenly letting out a low, conniving laugh, and made his way over to the bed where he sat down before lifting a finger to beckon you over. His previously furious expression wavered as a devilish grin now played at his lips. You slowly walked over, utterly confused by his behavior as he grabbed a hold of your hand.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N, and naughty girls like you need to be punished.” He spoke in a deep voice as he lifted a hand to caress your thigh. Pressing his fingers roughly into your skin, his eyes roamed over you, scanning your entire body as he chewed on his bottom lip. Your breathing hitched as his cool fingers trailed further upward, disappearing underneath of your skirt and toying with the fabric of your panties.
“This ass,” he began, “is only for me. Is that understood?” Jungkook leaned forward to grip your jaw with his hand, bringing you closer to him. His other hand gripped your ass tightly, digging his fingers into the plush skin over the fabric of your panties. You gulped and nodded silently before he sloppily crushed his lips against yours, keeping a tight hold on your jaw as his tongue granted itself access and began to roam your mouth. Your lips smacked as he pulled back from you, his eyes darkened with lust as he stared up at you. Despite being unsure of Jungkook’s intentions, his intimidating actions were somehow managing to send a thrilling rush through you.
“Bend over,” Jungkook commanded, gesturing to his knees.
“I said bend over.” He said with a rising sternness in his tone when you failed to move. Jungkook placed a hand to your back, forcing you to lean over his knees. “Do you see how disobedient you’re being? You need to be disciplined.” He growled into your ear as his fingers disappeared underneath of your skirt once more. This time, they hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly tugged them downward until they pooled around your ankles.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You whined but were immediately quieted by his hand cupping over your mouth. Without warning, you heard a swish of air as his other hand lifted up and came back to crack down firmly on your ass. Jungkook rubbed your stinging flesh as you let out a cry muffled by his hand.
“I want you to count how many times I spank you. Outloud, is that understood?” He demanded as you trembled and nodded silently before he removed his hand. Despite being a bit frightened by his tone, you couldn’t help but feel a pool of fire developing in your abdomen and a slight heat between your legs. You couldn’t deny that you were finding his dominance thrilling when his hand cracked down another time, causing you to yelp once more.
“One!” You cried out, your voice echoed throughout the room as you immediately received another sharp slap which caused to you to screw your eyes shut.
“Not so loud, kitten. You don’t want the others to hear, do you?” He cooed, leaning down to nibble your earlobe as he soothed your burning skin. “Now try again, quieter.” He whispered before lifting his hand once more. Spank.
“Two,” you whimpered. Spank.
“Four,” you continued to count smack after smack as your skin blazed and reddened from Jungkook’s hand until the area began to feel numb. With each spank becoming more forceful, you felt the heat between your legs increase until your thighs were dripping with wetness. Jungkook’s sudden dominance sent a wave of pleasure through you with each grunt he emitted as he cracked down on your ass, smoothing it out with his rough hands after each one.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs.
“You.” you managed to splutter out in between gasps.
“That’s right,” he growled, “only me.” This time, he brought his hand down to spank you three more times, rapidly without pausing in between to allow the stinging sensation to settle in. Your skin felt like it was afire and you bucked your hips forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure. You tried to bite back a moan, failing miserably as you squirmed over Jungkook’s knees and let out a loud groan.
“Are you enjoying this? Do you like it when I spank you?” He purred as you swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak as you quaked from the fiery mix of pain and pleasure. By now your legs were practically soaked and you bucked your hips upwards, pleading for Jungkook to stop.
“You’re such a naughty girl, getting pleasure out of punishment. Look at how wet this is making you.” He laughed darkly as his fingers trailed towards your slicked thighs. You also took notice that you weren’t the only one who was finding pleasure in the situation as you felt the growing bump in Jungkook’s jeans poke against your abdomen. You felt his finger dip between your thighs, ghosting over your slit as you swished your hips towards him, begging for his fingers to fill you up.
“Don’t be too eager now.” You received another harsh spank, causing you to mewl softly as he began to glide his fingers along your slit. “Naughty girls like you don’t always get what they want. If you want these fingers inside of you, you’ll have to beg for it.”
“P-please Jungkook,” you keened, “I want it so bad.” Finally, he gave in and you gasped as he dipped one finger inside of you, slowly stretching you out. Your walls clenched around him as he added another finger, falling to a rhythm as he pumped his digits in and out of you. The feeling sent you into bliss as you lifted your hips up towards him, begging for more as he quickened his pace. Your moans echoed throughout the room which was now felt heavy with the scent of your sex. Jungkook’s fingers swirled around inside of you, curving at just the right angle to make your eyes roll back and your entire body pulse with pleasure.
“Jungkook, I’m-” You began, unable to finish your sentence; your vision became starry as the sounds in the room faded into white noise. You clenched around Jungkook’s fingers as you burst into your orgasm, covering them with your heat as you squirmed about over his knees. You went limp as you came down from your high; Jungkook removed his fingers from you and placed both hands on your shoulders, hurriedly pushing you off of his lap.
“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” He groaned as he immediately stood up and began to fumble with his belt. You rose to your knees as he shoved his jeans down to his ankles and released his erection from his boxer briefs. Jungkook languidly stroked his cock before you reached up to wrap your hand around it followed by your mouth closing around the tip.
“Yeah, just like that baby. Suck my cock just like that.” Your eyes fluttered up to look at Jungkook who had had his head thrown back as a throaty groan emitted from his slightly parted lips. Your tongue swirled around his member as you bobbed your swollen lips along his length. After a moment, Jungkook impatiently reached down to grab a fist full of your hair in each hand. He began snapping his hips forward; thrusting into your mouth as he fell into an impossibly fast rhythm.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He breathed as he fucked your open mouth, your lips now darkened with saliva that dribbled down your chin. Jungkook pulled his cock out of your mouth before his hand flew downward, hastily pumping it through his fist. He kept one hand in your hair, tilting your head upward as he approached his climax. At once, his breathing hitched before he let out a prolonged groan that bounced off the walls of the room as he released onto your face. Jungkook breathed heavily, slowing his strokes as he finished himself off before bending down to cup your face with his hands.
“You know to suck me just right, baby.” He said, still catching his breath as he lifted you to stand up. You winced as you rose up; your bottom sent a scorching sensation through you with every movement. Jungkook noticed your struggling and leaned around you to admire his work on your ass, tenderly placing a hand on the still reddened flesh.
“Well, I expect that you’ve learned your lesson about being a naughty girl?” He asked smirking as he grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. You nodded as he pressed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your still swollen lips. “And will you misbehave like this again?”
You shook your head vigorously, promising to obey him.
“Good girl,” he grinned, squeezing your ass once more and making you wince quietly, “otherwise, you know what’s in store for you should you decide that you need to be disciplined again.”
Requests: First was literally the most adorable Jeff Atkins Imagine I’ve read. Maybe the first time Jeff gets jealous because other jocks are flirting with you resulting in the first time you make out in front of the student body.
Hi could you do an first when it’s the first time Jeff really got jealous about you pls x x
A/N: Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it :) feel free to send in more!
credit to gif owners
“Alright everyone, take your seats.”
You follow Hannah up to the fourth row, sitting on the end next to the stairs. The bleachers squeak under you and you wonder how much longer until these things fall apart for good. “Seriously? Another assembly,” Hannah says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. “What do you think it’s about this time?”
You shrug. “Who knows. But hey, no fifth period!”
“True,” she nods. “I like that. I’m surprised you didn’t sit with your lover boy over there.” she looks straight ahead to where your boyfriend sat with Clay on the other side of the gym.
You scoff. “I’ll sit with mine if you sit with yours.”
Your best friend shoots you a glare. You loved teasing her about her crush on Clay and vice versa. Actually, Jeff did too. It was like a hobby for the two of you.
“Shut up,” she mumbles and you laugh. “Great,” she huffs. “Look who’s coming up here.”
You follow her gaze. It lands on Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley, and Bryce Walker and they’re heading straight towards you. You wouldn’t mind if it was just Justin and Zach, they were actually good friends of Alex’s. You didn’t like Bryce though, he made you uncomfortable with all of his sexual advances and crude humor.
“Hey _________,” Zach says once they reach you. You know that he’s a sweet guy, even though he acts tough in front of his jock friends. “How have you been?”
“Oh, hey Zach,” you give him a small smile. “I’ve been good. What about-”
“Hey,” the voice belongs to Justin Foley. “Don’t hog her, I want to say hi too!” He shoots you his sweet smile. “Hi ________, Hannah.”
You laugh. “Hey Justin.”
Hannah just nods.
“She doesn’t care about the two of you,” Bryce. “I’m her favorite,” he takes a seat next to you and throws his arm over your shoulder. “Right?”
Meanwhile, your boyfriend watches you from the other side of the gym. His eyes narrow as he watches the other jocks flirt with you. He fights the urge to to break Bryce’s arm for touching you.
“Jealous much?” Clay says, leaning over and nodding to where you sat.
“I’m not jealous,” Jeff replies. “I could care less.”
“Right,” Clay calls his bluff. “You look like you care plenty.”
Jeff looks over at the pale boy. “What about Hannah, hm? Looks like she’s getting pretty cozy with Foley over there.”
Clay’s eyes widen. “That’s what I thought,” Jeff chuckles.
His eyes move back to you. He watches as Zach sits in the spot directly in front of you, leaning back on your legs. That’s it, he thinks springing up from his seat.
“Whoa, wait,” Clay reaches for him. “What the hell are you doing?”
Jeff ignores him. His eyes stay trained on you as he makes his way across the gym. Clay is right on his heels.
You smile widely when you see him. “Hey!”
He grabs your hand and pulls you up, causing Zach to fall back a little. You follow your boyfriend down the stairs, confused. You look back at an equally confused Hannah and Clay.
“Babe,” you say once you’re standing in the middle of the room. “What are you doing?”
“This,” he breathes, bending down and covering your mouth with his. You don’t have much time to react before his tongue slips between your lips, tasting your own. The kiss isn’t like the one you share this morning, innocent and sweet. No, this kiss was wild, and demanding. The way his tongue moved against yours had you weak in the knees. You groan against his lips, hands clutching his shirt for dear life, because god, this kiss was something else and you felt like if you didn’t hold on you would pass out. His hands cup your face, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss.
“Okay,” comes the teachers voice. “Break it up you two. Now.”
Jeff bites down on your bottom lip, teeth tugging at it as he pulls away. You’re a panting mess, and so is Jeff. His lips are swollen and you’re sure that yours look the same.
Your face heats up when you realize what just happened. You just made out with Jeff in front of what was almost the whole school. You look up at Hannah and Clay, both wide eyed and mouths hanging open.
“Back to your seats.”
Your boyfriend laces his fingers with yours and walks back to the bleachers. He pulls you onto his lap and meets Bryce’s eyes. A satisfied smirk stretches his face.
(A/N): lmao this isn’t Marvel. Nope it is not because I do and can write other things. Kind of. Hey, this might end well because I used to learn German but do not expect much.
Oh, you write for dear Jackaboy? Would you mind writing something in which Reader is the most subscribed German Youtuber (like Jack is the most subscribed Irish one) and his girlfriend and they play something together with Mark and Pewds (preferably Prop Hunt) and every time she dies, she cusses the boys out in German? Calling them things like Pissnelke (Piss Carnation) and Arschgesicht (Ass Face). Yes, those are real German insults. Thanks in advance!
Warnings: Boi there will be multi bilingual swearing up in here
“Hallo!” (Y/n) greeted eagerly, gesturing toward her set up camera “I am here, again. Back with my lovely friend Felix. And two other idiots, I don’t know, they kind of just joined…” she mumbled the last part into her microphone and snickered to herself.
“Ouch,” Mark cried and Jack laughed “You could at least introduce me as your boyfriend…” Mark faked wiping a tear to his own camera; a big grin upon his face already.
“Oi!” Jack called “That’s my line you twit.”
“Alright, alright, no fights guys,” Felix mocked, giving his own shit eating grin to his setup camera “I am the favourite so I make the rules.”
“God has spoken.” (Y/n) added. Currently starring at the loading screen of Prop Hunt, she were surprised as to how much already happened without the game even being loaded yet.
“Lmao, you guys are fucked.” she said cockily, glancing into her camera, once the game finally loaded.
“MISS (YOUTUBE NAME), THE ONE AND OnLY!” Felix called into his mic, exactly after your statement. “THE MOsT SUBSCRIBED GERMAN YOUTUBER.. even though she doesn’t have an accent, like what, totally fake fan… IS ABOUT TO GET. HER ASS HANDED TO HER. ON A SILVER PLATTER.”
She couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle quaintly, as Mark bellowed with laughter and was quick to agree.
“Don’t be touching her ass, mate,” Jack warned “I know where you live.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” (Y/n) yelled as she died quickly. “Who just goes around and shoots every fucking mug??!”
“Uh ha, this guy.” Mark stated smugly “Now where, oh where, is your leprechaun boyfriend?”
She twisted her face “Mark, I want you to know that you are a huge arschgesicht, and we are no longer friends”
“A what?” He asked and looked directly into his camera.
Felix couldn’t help but spit before chuckling soundly, shaking his character’s gun a bit and looking at his camera as he laughed.
“Whaaat? What does that mean?” Mark whined and turned back to his game.
❆ ❆ ❆
“Honey, I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Jack said, hurt lacing his voice but masked by a grin beginning to form on his bearded face.
“No you’re not! Let me live, holy shit.”
Her lamp couldn’t seem to move fast enough as she shifted her way through furniture and debris; away from Jack’s hunter.
“I love you!” she called
“Love ya’ too!” Jack said back and blew a kiss at his camera.
“Oh you fucking lustmolch…” (Y/n) finally insulted once she got shot. She pouted into her camera.
“Fookin’ what?” Jack repeated, laughing unsurely.
“Fucking slut you are Jack.” Felix breathed out after laughing again. He glanced at his camera and winked “Ah, (Y/n), if you were here, I’d give you a highfive.” and he chuckled some more.
❆ ❆ ❆
“So all I learned from today was that both Mark and my own boyfriend are both asshats,” (Y/n) started “and that Feli’ is my only true friend.”
Felix’s character was sat on top of (Y/n)’s chair in the middle of the kitchen.
“That’s right.” Felix smiled and shot at her character until she died. “Love ya’.”
“You goddamn pissnelke!” (Y/n) laughed and the round ended.
“HeY!” Felix began to laugh as well, with Mark and Jack joining in. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth!”
❆ ❆ ❆
“Okay my friend’s, that was Prop Hunt with the Holy Threesome.” (Y/n) smiled at her camera.
“Hey!” Jack and Mark said in unison, over top of Felix saying ‘kinky’.
“You learned that Mark and Jack are untrustable bastards and Felix can speak German!” she snickered.
“Ja.” the swede agreed heartily.
“So until next time; click this,” she gestured to the air on her right “to see my previous video. And any of these links to check out Mark’s, Jack’s or Felix’s channels.” she gestured to her left “Have a lovely evening!” she said finally.
“Bye!”your three friends said as well, in mock of a German accent.
“Oh my g–”
_____ (A/N): So there’s that. I really actually liked the request and so I hope this story maybe did it justice. Thank you for reading!