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Suga Daddy: Part 3

Suga Daddy: Part 3

Word count: 7.8k

Genre: smut, angst

My computer is in the shop so I had to edit on my phone. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. ^^

Parts: one | two

Originally posted by bwiseoks

It was now Friday, the first day of rehearsal. You’d gotten there a little early, deciding to stretch and mentally prepare yourself, this would be your focus for the next few months. You’d gotten a text from Yoongi this morning, wishing you luck, so you felt pretty good about today.

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Bad Muffin Puns | 17.08.17
  • Dan: There were lots of snacks. There were muffins and there were not many muffins left.
  • Phil: Yeah.
  • Dan: There were what? Two muffins left. So I was like "can I have one of these muffins please?" and for some reason this barista was like... he was fully zazzed.
  • Phil: He was so zazzed!
  • Dan: Enthusiastic guy, it was like...
  • Phil: I don't know why.
  • Dan: It with verve spinning around making coffees. And he went "oh, really? Another muffin? These are so muffIN right now." And we were like *ha*.
  • Phil: I did a little snort.
  • Dan: Nice pun because they must have been popular or whatever. So me wanting to pun back -
  • Phil: Trying to be the pun master!
  • Dan: - I went "mm, yeah, just get muffINSIDE me." The muffin.
  • Phil: No, I literally -
  • Dan: Obviously...
  • Phil: - walked away.
  • Dan: Obviously, the muffin! Are you kidding me?
  • Phil: *incredibly fond laughter* That was enough for me to walk away.
  • Dan: Right, right. Okay, he made that joke and I went "get muffINSIDE" and I almost did like finger guns but I gave him that look like "we did a..".
  • Phil: We did a moment.
  • Dan: He just went like *confused face* and then turned around and then the person up was like "what did you order? How much was that?" and he was just off making a drink.
  • Phil: I don't blame him for turning around, Dan. ♫Turn around, Nero man♫
  • Dan: Who-who would make a pun and then not understand the following thing?
  • Phil: I know. Some people just aren't ready to go to the pun activity.
  • Dan: Whatever, so that's me. There's why I don't go outside.
  • Phil: But then as I walked away, that actually meant Dan bought my cookie, so thanks for that.
  • Dan: I did, yeah, I forgot that.
  • Phil: Yeah, it was a good cookie.
  • Dan: Give me two pounds.
  • Phil: Noooo...
When they beg you to stay after they cheated on you

tae-strawberry said: Can I request a reaction where they make up with you after you seeing him kiss the girl? And also thank you for doing the last two requests because I sent them in and I enjoyed them a lot! And also your grammar is actually okay so don’t listen to what others say! Thank You and PS I love your reactions, one of my favourites!😘😊💗😊💕💋💞💋💞❤💞💙💟💘💓💋💞❤💚💖💚💗💞💛💕💓💕💓❤💓❤💓💙💓💙💓💓💋💋💓💋💓💝💓💝💓💘💟💙💟❤💓💖💓💖💞💛💚💛💚💕💕💚💋💟💕💓💕💖💟❤💟💙💟💟💙💘💟💟💝💝💚💝💚💞💋💞💗💛💕

Anonymous said: Do you know that mafia reaction where you catch him with another girl? Can I please have a reaction where he tries to make up afterwards? 😘

Anonymous said: Omg is it wrong, that I kinda, really,want, well need you to maybe, sorta, possibly do a part 2 on y/n catching them cheating. Like the guys actually looking for a way to get back y/n. Lol

Hey, thank you for requesting another part of this reaction and thank you for loving my blog, sorry if your request take a lot of days because I have school and you know school sucks right, enjoy!! <3 <3

ps : again, sorry for my Yoongi feels

Part one 

Kim Namjoon : 

He ran to his car and start to chasing you, he worried because you drive in a very high-speed and that’s very dangerous. He tried to call your phone but you turned it off. He sighed in frustration and didn’t take his eyes from you. 

“y/n, I didn’t kiss her. She pulled me, I didn’t do anything,” he said in desperate. You tightened your grip on the stir-wheel. It’s red and Namjoon was yelling from the other side. You didn’t glace at him and focused on the road. “Please, I’m sorry okay? Just….you can hate me, but drive safely please? You will get into an accident in a speed like that.”

He understand if you need some time to be alone but he would order his men to follow you wherever you go. Of course you realized it because every time you took a selca you could see the same man behind you with black outfit. You would meet him “accidentally” in his favorite cafe. 

“Oh, hey,” you said. 

He widened his eyes, “did you just…talk to me?” You chuckled as his expression and decided to tease him, “why so awkward though? You stalked me all this time right?”

He coughed and broke his cup, “what are you talking about?”

You smiled and help him to clean himself, “I forgive you.” 

Kim Seok Jin : 

He didn’t leave, heck, he as worried whether you’re okay or no because you tend to forgot your meal. He tried to dial your phone number but you rejected him.

“y/n, I’m sorry okay?” He asked. 

“Jin, we’re over. Move,” you said coldly. 

“Look, if I ever want to break up with you I won’t stay like this. I don’t want to break up.” 

He looked at you with his teared eyes, you sighed and crossed your arms, “why did you kiss her?” You asked. He widened his eyes, “I didn’t. She’s only my secretary which I fired two days ago, and she protested and stalked me to your house. Then, she pulled me. P-Please give me another chance.” 

You sighed, “dinner is ready.”


“Don’t you want to come in?”

Min Yoongi : 

He’s in a very bad mood all day, he killed more than 20 people this time. He decided to drink a lot to forget his problem. 

Well, the thing is, he never drink. At least, when you were around him. It makes him aware for the boys who always staring at you. Just imagine, his pissed expression whenever boys tried to hit on you. “Hyung, I don’t think-” Yoongi rejected Jungkook’s hand, “fuck off, kid. You don’t know my problem.”

“y/n noona won’t like this.” He chuckled and smirked, “she hates me already.” Jungkook sighed and sat in front of him. But then, Yoongi was out of his mind. He was drunk and start to make a ruckus in the club. He cried, yelled, and threw a lot of things. 

Jimin called you to come because Yoongi is out of his mind. “What do you mean?” You asked in panic because you could hear the glass being shattered behind them and Yoongi yelled in rage. 

The first thing you heard as you arrived in the club was Yoongi yelled about you hate him. “Yoongi,” you called. He laughed while staring at Jungkook, “now I heard her voice. I must be crazy!” He laughed and kicked the table in front of him. You cried and pulled him to your hug. 

“What is this? Yah, take her out….”

“Yoongi,” you cried. 

“Yah, if my girlfriend saw us she could misunderstood this situation.”

“Min Yoongi, you’re not a genius at all,” you chuckled and take him to your house. 

Jung Hoseok : 

Hoseok’s heart was beating so fast. He felt stupid because he didn’t tell you the truth that you were drunk and his friend, which is Namjoon, accidentally make him sit with a random girl and making out. 

And now, you were nowhere to be found. He stroked his head in frustration, “damn it!” He pulled his phone and dialed his men, “find her, track her. And make sure she’s safe.”

He would stressed himself and feel very guilty over you.

Park Jimin : 

is it wrong if I said I don’t trust you? 

That words keep replying on his head, the club was quite because he closed it too early this time. Yeah, after the incident with you he has no mood to open this place again. 

“Jimin, what’s wrong?” That girl, Jae In, she ruined your relationship. Now that you were gone she could have Jimin in her life. Jimin didn’t respond her and she sat on his lap, “let’s have some fun instead.” Jimin glared at her, “what are you doing?” She pouted. 

“Can we have fun?” She whined and teasing him at the same time. 

But Jimin didn’t flinch a bit, he pushed her aside. “Come on, she’s gone now you have freedom! Just forget about that stupid girl.” Jimin widened his eyes, “what? Yah, you should be more careful about your words!” He stated, “she’s not like you.” You could see that Jae In feel hurt, “w-what?”

Jimin scoffed, “she’s not like any girl in this world. Oh Lord, why didn’t I fired you. Yah, you are fired. Leave.” 

Kim Taehyung : 

Then again, Yoongi assigned you and Taehyung to be partners in this mission. Again. He tried to fix the misunderstanding between you. But you won’t let him. 

“You ready?” He asked. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said. He opened the door for you, you nodded, “than you,” you said in monotone without staring at him. 

Taehyung sighed and drove to the warehouse, “y/n, that time-” 

“Shut up,” you cut his words. 

“No, you shut up.” You widened your eyes. “It was only a hug because I reject her feeling. She wanted to hug me for the last time so I did,” he explained, “I told her not to make you mad and she promised.” 

You sighed, “should I say sorry too?” You asked, “for ignoring you?” 

He grinned, “I have no idea why but I’m always the one who took the blame.”

Jeon Jungkook : 

He knew you were crying a lot that night because he could see your puffy eyes in the next morning. He wanted to approach you but kinda scared since he did a mistake. Well, he thought he did a mistake but the truth is it was an accident. 

“y/n? Did you cry? What happened?” Asked Hoseok. 

“I’m okay,” you answered in low tone. Jungkook sighed and pulled you outside, “you cried because of me right?” He asked. 

You narrowed your eyes, “none of your business.”

He grabbed your arm as you walked, “it is my business if you cried because of me. y/n, it was an accident. I didn’t kiss her, why don’t you believe me?” He begged. You turned your head and stared at him, “she’s prettier than me, she’s smarter than me, why did you choose me instead of her?”

He smiled softly, “because you make me laugh, you make my day better everytime you smile. You always give me attention, and food.” You chuckled. 

BTS Reacts - Finding Out You’re Pregnant

request via dms : “a little react of BTS finding out that you’re pregnant?”

Min Yoongi: ‘I’ve never thought about raising a family,’ he casually says in passing, as he watches a happy family walk past, through the window. You’re a week into your pregnancy; you haven’t told anyone. You know Min Yoongi is focused on his career, and having kids wouldn’t really fit into his lifestyle. You don’t want to burden your boyfriend of several years, but you know you’re going to have to let him know about this sooner or later, no matter how hesitant you are. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you curtly confess. His turns around so swiftly; his jaw hangs open for awhile, processing this knowledge - he is going to be a dad. It scares him, and he is resisting every instinct in his body that makes him want to run out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, but when he looks at you, all he sees is the person he loves, about to give him the gift of his life. The truth is that Min Yoongi has never thought about raising a family - until he met you.

“I … what? Are… are you serious?”
( You nod in reply. )
“… I guess I’m gonna have to get used to more than one person calling me ‘daddy’, now…” 

Park Jimin: You’re nervous as to how he is going to take the news of an unexpected pregnancy. When he emerges from the elevator, he explodes with enthusiasm - ‘jagi, did you watch us on television last night?’, ‘did you see us accept the award?’ - an endless stream of questions pour out of the singer. Hoseok asks if you’d like to go out for drinks with them, but you refuse. ‘Why, are you pregnant?’, joked Namjoon. You stare at your boyfriend while he’s on his victory-high, but the look you’re giving him causes his bouncing to slowly come to a stop. An awkward silence hangs in the air, and Hoseok constantly switches his attention between your still bodies. He mouths a visible ‘oh my god’, exchanging glances with Namjoon. You mutter a weak ‘yes’ - hearing you say that you’re about to give him a baby makes him queasy - but little does Jimin know, down the road, he would be a proud father of three sons, and he would wonder why he ever overreacted in the first place.

“J-Jagi, are you for real? I… can’t even… what!? How!? We… we used a condom, didn’t we!?”

Kim Seokjin: You’re having lunch together, when suddenly, your body convulses, and you make a break for the bathroom. He’s concerned for you, so he gets out of his seat and walks over to the door, calling for you from outside. You quickly retort for him to stay out, and you start retching between words. His brows knit - did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? He’s noticed you taking trips to the toilet a lot more, but he’s always thought it’s because of how much water you’ve been drinking lately. A pang of realization hits him when he thinks of the last possible reason for your sudden illness. The last time you’d slept together was a month ago. Seokjin definitely sees children in his future, and even though he has trouble stomaching all this right now, he’s unable to contain himself. He would want nothing more than the person he loves to bear his child. Having kids would mean the world to him, but he needs to ask you one thing before he accepts this turn of events.

Jagiya… I know you’re pregnant. I want you to know, that I’m ready as ever to embark on this journey with you. I want to be with you and our child forever, if you’ll have me.”
( What are you saying, Jin? )
“… Will you be my wife?” 

Jung Hoseok: You’re at the doctor’s office - you haven’t been feeling particularly well lately, so you decide to take your problem to the clinic by yourself. When the doctor informs you of your unplanned pregnancy, your heart stops. You’re not sure how to get this news to your boyfriend. You ring up Hobi to tell him that you’re dropping by Bighit. His ears are sharp - he is able to detect the anxiety in your shaky voice. He pesters you to tell him why you’re upset, and after at least five minutes of his persistence, you cave in, announcing your pregnancy. There is a long silence on the call, and you’re concerned that he hasn’t digested this news well. Hobi is a family man - the thought of spending the rest of his life with you and his new kids gets him amped to a maximum. Jung Hoseok runs at full speed into the practice room, yelling at the other six members of Bangtan as you hear him wail over the call:


Kim Namjoon: ‘I’m flipping out, what do I do?!’, Kim Namjoon eavesdrops on your phone call as he stands idly outside your bedroom. He’s noticed how tense you are all night, and he’s tried breaking the ice with both affectionate kisses and playful humour, but none of it unwinds you from discomfort. Hoseok finally returns your calls after hours of you dialing him. You had to tell someone, just not Namjoon yet. He urges you to relax, and to just talk to your long-time boyfriend. When you’re through with the call, you find the man himself seated down on the sofa, having been left to a state of uncertainty after hearing the word ‘pregnant’ escape your lips. Namjoon’s undecided about his opinions on having kids - it’s not that he’s unwilling to start a family with you - he just can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. Watching you freak out puts him on edge, so he tries to remain as calm as possible, making the first move, struggling to keep in his panic:

“… Is there something you want to tell me, babe? Like, I don’t know… BEING PREGNANT!?”

Jeon Jungkook: The answering machine on the desk beeps as Jungkook screens through the calls in the apartment. He’s decided to make himself comfortable at home before you return from work, so checking his calls is the first order of business. A medical clinic calls, ‘the results of your blood test for pregnancy are in, and it’s positive - please get back to us if have any more inquiries’. Jungkook has reached a whole new level of freaking the fuck out - he is so shook, that he simply goes about his regular routine around the house, making himself a bowl of cereal before sitting on the couch, waiting for you to return. His brain has short-circuited, and he just stares blankly ahead. Some part of him is wondering why he’s so scattered about you bearing his child - sure, he is young - but if there’s anyone in his life he wants more to have kids with, it’s you. This line of reasoning results in him being more accepting of the fact that he’s about to be a father.

“… I wonder what’s a good name that goes with Jeon…”

Kim Taehyung: He’s casually brushing his teeth in the bathroom, when his eyes catch something unusual in the dustbin. ‘Jagi, what is this?’ You hear Taehyung’s voice from your bedroom, and it clicks in your mind that you haven’t taken the trash out yet. Ohmygod, you think, starting to feel the dread set in. You fly off your bed, scuttling toward the bathroom in haste, panting hard from racing your way there. You find him examining your pregnancy test closely. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to make sure through a doctor’s visit, first. You bite your lip, anticipating his reaction - however, when he turns to you, you see tears well up in his eyes. You’ve been afraid to bring this news to him, but you should have known that Taehyung loves kids like nothing else, and to him, discovering that the love of his life is going to bring him even more happiness than they already have, makes him realize: one by one, all of his dreams are coming true.

“Yah, pabo… I can’t believe you’re pregnant… do you know how much this means to me?”

This was hard to do, mostly because I kept juggling back and forth between them reacting as ready, future parents, or unexpected recipients of the news. Either way, I sincerely hope you liked how it turned out - thank you for requesting, please enjoy! <3

(Bucky Barnes x Reader): The Mechanic

Summary: The reader is a genius who makes weapons and other tech for the team. When Bucky joins the team she offers to help him with some problems he’s having with his arm and they both start crushing on each other.

A/N: Apologies for any spelling or grammar errors

There’s no getting around it, you’re a genius. It’s not like your flaunt the fact, or even try to bring the slightest attention to it, but it’s hard to avoid people taking notice of it. Which is how you ended up at your current job, working as a weapons and tech specialist for the Avengers.

The Avengers.

Yeah, when your professors had told you that there was a wealthy donor to the who was interested in your work and wanted to meet with you, you hadn’t realized that the Tony Stark was going to have dinner with you. After a lot of stumbling over your words and nervously fangirling about his own work you finally started talking about your own work and Stark very quickly decided that he didn’t just wanted to fund your work, he wanted to hire you to work for him.

Once you were finished with your degree you were hired full-time at Stark Enterprises, and once the Avengers was formed, he asked you to move into a role helping with tech and weapons for the team.

Most of your work was heavily removed from the team, you were a civilian after all, but you did have an incredibly close work relationship with Stark.

After Bucky was brought onto the team you started pestering Tony non-stop to let you run tests on his arm. You had several theories on what exactly how it worked, but you wanted to know, and the curiosity was killing you.

One morning, while you were in your lab (yeah, Tony gave you your own lab and you may have hyperventilated when you saw it) Tony and Bucky walked in.

“Hey (Y/N), I need you to run some tests and figure out how to fix Bucky’s arm, it’s glitching out.” Tony told you.

“What do you mean?” You ask as you look up from your work to see Bucky’s metal arm is locked in a raised position, “Oh…I’m guessing that it’s stuck, you’re not just holding it out like that for fun?”

“Yeah, this is not my idea of fun,” Bucky replies.

“Take a seat,” You say as you gesture to a chair near you as you grab some tools.

As you get to work you keep stealing glances at Bucky, mostly to make sure nothing you were doing was hurting him (you had no idea if there were any nerve endings under the metal) but also because you just kind of likes looking at him.

What you didn’t know, was every time that you looked back down at his arm he would look over at your face, watching you as you worked on his arm.

After a while you finally spoke, “You know, I’ve been trying to get Tony to bring you down here for ages so that I could look at your arm.” You tell him.

“Well, if I had known there was a pretty girl who wanted to rip apart my arm I would had gladly obliged.” Bucky replies with a smirk.

“Easy, I could make this arm a living hell if you don’t want your mouth,” You shoot back with a quirked eyebrow.

He laughs slightly, “What? Am I not allowed to flirt with my mechanic?” He asks.

“Not if you don’t have anything to back it up with,” You reply, daring him to keep going as you get back to work.

“Fine, are you busy tonight?” He asks.

“I guess, why?” You reply as you focus on closing up the arm.

“Why? Because I’m going to take you out on a date.” He replies as if it’s obvious.

“Oh,” You reply, not really expecting that, “Well… I’m done at 7, I can meet you outside then.”

“Great, see you then,” He replies as he stands up, flexing his arm, to make sure it works, “And thanks for the fix.”

“No problem,” You reply as you watch him walk out of the room before slumping down in your chair, how did that just happen?

I’m Tyler

Requested by: deputy-orange-juice

Summary: You have some fun teasing Tyler when he offers to help you in your garden.

Pairing(s): Tyler x Reader

Warnings: Swear words

A/N: My first fic on Tumblr! This really isn’t my best but it’s 1 o’clock in the morning so enjoy!

Originally posted by markired

Living with Teamiplier could be stressful at times. No matter what time of the day it was, the house would always be noisy. That’s why you convinced Mark to let you convert half of the garden into your personal, outdoor sanctuary.

You were tending to your vegetable patch when you heard some rustling and a soft “Oh shit.”

“Tyler?” Your face fell when you turned around and saw that he had trampled through your pansies. “My flower bed…”

He offered you a guilty smile and crouched next to you, trying to straighten the crushed stems of the purple and white flowers. “Sorry, I’m not much of a gardener.”

“I can tell,” you replied slowly, gesturing to where he was sitting. He looked down and cursed when he realised his jeans were stained with fertilizer.

Tyler watched as you laughed, the sun glistening off of the few drops of sweat that had accumulated on your forehead. Dirt was speckled across your face like freckles and your hair was slightly frizzy from the humid winds.

“You okay there, buddy?” He was snapped back into reality by your gloved hand waving in front of his face.

“Y-yeah. I was just wondering if you need any help?”

“No offence, Tyler,” you said with a grin. “But I think I’ll pass.” You watched as his smile faltered and he stammered out another apology before going to stand up. “Wait! I didn’t say I couldn’t teach you a thing or two.”

“Like what?” He asked suspiciously, sitting back down again.

“Well, for one thing, I could teach you not to keep ruining my flowers.” You suggested, reaching out to stroke a petal that was sticking out from underneath his large legs. “The trick is not to sit on them.”

“Gardening can’t be that hard,” he snorted, grabbing a pair of gloves and rolling up his sleeves.

“Oh, Tyler” you said with a pitying sigh. “I’m going to make you regret those words.”

Two hours later, Tyler practically crawled over to you in exhaustion, dragging a bucket behind him. There were sweat stains under his arms and down his chest and back.

“Here are the potatoes you made me dig up.” He announced before lying down and panting heavily.

“Tyler?” You called after looking at the contents of the bucket. “These are bulbs. The vegetable patch is on the other side of the garden.”

He groaned and gave you yet another weak apology. You just patted him on the head and re-planted the bulbs, cracking a smile when you thought of an inside joke between you and the boys.

“I’m Tyler, and gardening is easy.” You say loudly.

“Oh dear God, why?” You hear him grunt from behind you.

“I’m Tyler, and I’m good at everything.”

“I’M TYLER, AND I HAVE ABOVE AVERAGE HEIGHT.” Mark’s voiced echoed down from an open window in the house.

There were footsteps and suddenly Ethan was outside.

“I’m Tyler, and my motto is “Smile always” even though I never smile.” Ethan was mimicking as he did a funny walk with stiff limbs.

“I’m Tyler, and I’m better than everybody here.” You laughed, copying Ethan.

“I’m Tyler, and what I lack in penis length, I make up for in height.” Mark said, now having joined you in the garden.

Tyler just lay in the grass with his hands covering his face as the three of you laughed.

“I’m Tyler,”

“I’m Tyler,

“I’m Tyler,”

The jokes got more and more ridiculous as time went on. The letter ‘I’ being dragged out even longer with every passing punch line. Until, finally, Tyler stood up.

“I’m Tyler, and I have crappy friends.” He said, trying to hide a smile as he stomped back into the house.

Too Much To Ask (Final Part)

BUCKY BARNES x plus size reader


Reader sees Bucky for the first time since their break up.

Warnings: sad, mild cursing, read at your own risk

a/n: We have arrived at the end, I’m so sorry this took so long to post, school happened. Anyway thank you everyone who read or has been reading I had a lot of fun writing this and i really really hope you enjoyed it. I have opened up requests so if you have anything send them in. Omg thank you all so much again. 

Bucky opened his eyes and looked around the room. It felt like a thousand little needles had been piercing his skull. He had done it again, he had drunk until he was able to pass out and he understood that. What he didn’t understand was how he was laying down on his old couch in his old apartment. He felt like he didn’t belong here, this place had once called home was now not his home. Bucky sat up on his elbows and took note that the pictures that once decorated the walls and tables were missing. That crushed his soul and suddenly the pain he had been feeling in his head wasn’t as bad as the pain he now felt in his chest. He looked at you and felt for you, he knew you had stayed up all night working as well as taking care of him and he felt like a terrible human being.

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Colors (Part 17) [Min Yoongi x Reader]

Originally posted by sugakookie

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15  / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 

M A S T E R L I S T 

Genre : Mafia/gang AU (M)

November rain falls through the tattered grey sky like bullets of a pellet gun, hammering the earth and its inhabitants mercilessly. Min Yoongi stands near the window and listens to the rain battering the roof above his head and the window through which he looks at the world dancing below him. People are lost lambs running here there, shielding themselves up with their open umbrellas and looking for a safe space. But to him it’s ‘just rain’. It cleans and purifies, washes away our sins from yesterday, gives us a new beginning.

Rain is sad but rain is fulfilling.

He opens the window, just a little and puts his hand out to touch it.

The sleeve of his shirt starts to get soaked and he doesn’t really care. The sweet smell of rain pours in through the small crack; it’s so full of earth; he inhales it all at once. If he could keep some of it in a jar forever, he would take it with him everywhere. His bed room though always smelled like bitter perfume and cigarette smoke, the air was so thick sometimes he felt like he was choking on it.  And when he couldn’t breathe anymore he just had to get out. He would always leave without a word to anyone; wander around town for hours and hours.

A few days ago he didn’t come back home and stayed out all night just watching the stars. That night Min Yoongi saw the whole universe moving above his head, a sky freckled with so many stars he didn’t even knew existed.  In Seoul the only ‘stars’ you saw were on posters with a twinkling smile. He felt like a small kid who had just seen a real tiger for the first time, except, he has never actually seen one of those either. He has never even been to a zoo or an aquarium, even an amusement park.

On that day, Min Yoongi came to realize how sad his childhood truly was. He was never deprived of any of his materialistic needs. But now that he looks back, a little bit of affection would’ve shaped him into a better human being. He only had a brute for a father and a mother who disappeared from his life, never showed her face again..  He doesn’t really have a fond memory of being happy, like ever and that’s a bit depressing.

Jimin had found him that morning, sitting on a park bench looking all morose.

“Hyung” Yoongi, hearing that familiar voice, had looked back. The boy looked concerned. He always cared too much.

“I watched the stars all night” Yoongi had told Jimin. Jimin sat beside him, a hood over his head and hands shoved deep in the sweatshirts pocket.

“And how’s your ‘path to rediscovery’ going hyung?”

Yoongi had scoffed.

“I’m still looking for inner peace. One of these days I’ll find it.. I think I should just shave my head, it’ll help with the flow of thoughts and new ideas-”

“Don’t worry about that… You dye your hair so much it will fall off on its own.”

They both ended up laughing and sharing a cigarette before walking home together.  Another thing Min Yoongi learned that day was the true meaning of ‘Existential crises, as he was standing right in the middle of it.

Yoongi hears the bed creaking behind him, while he’s still staring out, he doesn’t really make an effort to turn and look at the cause of it. He’s more interested in the outside world; the streets down there have turned into a river of dirt, flowing from one street to another.  

“Come back to bed” he then hears a sleepy voice behind him. But he chooses to ignore it “Why did you open the window? It’s so cold. Close the window and come back to bed”

He finally turns and looks at the person sprawled on his bed.

Minah sleeps without any manners, she doesn’t sleep on her side she sleeps on both – right in the middle.  But that’s not the only problem; Looking at her just brings back the taste of last night’s whiskey and regret in Yoongi’s mouth. He hates that aftertaste; it’s bitter and burns a pit in his stomach. Her face is covered with her long blonde locks and she’s wearing his t-shirt.

He rolls his eyes and walks past the bed towards the bathroom.

Min Yoongi washes up quickly, runs his finger through his messy hair and studies himself in the mirror. He finds a stranger staring back at him: With tired baggy eyes and face covered in fading bruises. His hair is no longer a shade of green, it’s not any shade at all. It’s just black - Plain, colorless black. He can’t remember the last time he saw his hair in its natural form. He noticed how his skin looked too pale under the burning fluorescent light in the bathroom.  He looked like he was glowing. It was becoming harder and harder for Yoongi to recognize himself these days.

Yoongi steps out of the bathroom, Minah was still sleeping - thankfully. He looks around for his jacket, finds it under a heap of clothes and exits out of the room.

The moment he stepped out of that room a strong smell of fresh coffee wafted through the air and hit his nose buds. His feet automatically chased the source of it which led him to the kitchen. Jimin sat near the dining table reading a book.  He looked up at his hyung once and then went back to reading.  

Yoongi found a mug and poured himself some of the bitter caffeine, sat on the chair in front of Jimin and sipped it quietly.

“We have to move” Jimin decides to speak first, snapping Yoongi out of his peaceful train of thoughts. “We’ve been here for almost a month. It’s time to move hyung”

Yoongi brings the cup up to his lips, first taking in its smell and then tasting it slowly. Jimin always made the best coffee.

“Okay. If you want to-” Yoongi said, sounding a wee- bit disinterested.

“Namjoon already bought Yung-shin, his men are looking for us like hounds. Your father is hunting us down too. Ho-seok and I are his top fucking priority right now. We need to move out of here quickly-”

“Have you found Taehyung’s location? Where is that asshole hiding?”

“No, not yet..but don’t worry. We’ll find him soon, he’ll eventually come running back to us hyung. Where else could he go?” Jimin said drinking his coffee, turning his attention towards the book again.

“I’ll make all the arrangements to move out ASAP. We’ll be stronger if we’re together, right?”  

Yoongi finished his coffee and got up to leave.

“..Hyung, I need to tell you something else. It’s important.” Yoongi sighed. He was really getting bored of this conversation; one, he was craving a cigarette and two, he promised to see Choi, the old man they owed ten grand to. He and choi were ‘friends’ now, a strange bond formed over drinking together every other day.

He sat down; literally fell on the seat, to show Jimin how disinterested he really was right now.

“What?” Yoongi asked him. Jimin spoke in his body language way louder than his words; Yoongi noticed how he straightened his back and leaned ahead on the table, he looks around nervously, as if looking for the right words to say. He looked like a doctor who was just about to give some really bad news to his patient.

“Hyung..It’s about Y/n.

Yoongi lazily slumped back on his chair; hearing that name after almost a month, still for some reason brought a burning sensation in his chest. He could feel – no, he could hear something fizzing up inside of him. He buried you, even though you’re alive, he buried you every day.

And it was working too. He was with Minah every night so he could forget your face; he drank every day with Choi because the taste of burning alcohol was still more endurable than you in his head. But now hearing your name again feels like the nails in your coffin that he hammered for past one month are getting pulled out.

“What about her?” Yoongi asks after a small pause, he did his best to hide the growing strain in his voice.

“Hoseok hyung.. is-” Jimin looked so small whenever he had to confess something. He looked like he was 14 all over again.

“Can you be fucking quick about it. I have important business to attend-” Yoongi scolded him.

“Hoseok is there. With Jin and Y/n”

‘What the fuck.’

Yoongi didn’t dare say it out loud. The sole purpose of sending you there with Seok Jin, was to keep you far away from this shit storm. Hoseok was one of the ‘co-producer’ of that shit storm, what the fuck was he doing there? He was dangerous. Not in the sense that he could hurt Y/n, but he could attract people who wanted to.

“He went there looking for Taehyung, turns out Seok Jin and __ were in the same place. They were actually living at his house”

Taehyung was living with Y/n, Jin let it happen. This was a fucking joke, it had to be. It had to be, this didn’t actually happen, did it? Should he laugh? Taehyung was dangerous, in a sense that he could kill Y/n. How Jin could let it happen?

“Hyung,..He stabbed her.”


He heard the door opening behind him, sound of bare feet dragging on the floor. Hold it in he told himself, hold it in Min Yoongi. The urge to completely dismantle this place and run out of here, he was holding it in with all his might, crushing his teeth and hiding his balled fist underneath the table.

“Taehyung? Did it-” Yoongi asked “Taehyung stabbed her” and Jimin nodded.

“You lied when you said you didn’t know where he is? I asked you 5 minutes ago. All this time, you lied to my face-

“Hoseok didn’t want to let you know.” Yoongi kicked the table with his one foot in anger and got up.

“How long did you know? How long have you and Hoseok been in contact?”

“About 2 weeks now”

“-And you’re telling me now?”

“Ho-seok said that he wanted to deal with Taehyung himself. I-

“Who do you fucking work for? Me or Jung “fucking” Ho-seok?”

“Hyung, we need to leave. We’re not safe if we’re miles apart from each other. You can’t protect people by sending them away from you. HYUNG-“

Yoongi was already up and about. As he was about to open the door and run out when a hand landed on his shoulder. He eyed the women from the corner of his eyes.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” Minah asked looking worried.

“Don’t fucking touch me” he snapped at her and she retracted her hand at his warning. And then Yoongi was out in the rain, running somewhere, hoping to find some peace and quiet. His head was screaming again.

Maybe some alcohol could numb it. He needed to see Choi anyways.

He wanted to forget. Forget it all.

…‘Forget’ that he needed you so much right now.

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"Karma butterfly."

(Not my gif)

The actions we carry out produce their corresponding results, good or bad. And that’s what happened with Spencer when he decided to play the bad boy against you and Daryl. On you side, that same force made you both keep moving on.

Request made by shadow-hokage: Hi! ^.^ Miss me? Daryl and Reader are secretly married and no one knows so one day while they’re alone togehter, they talk about moving in together and so they so but Spencer gets angry and confronts the reader about it, threatening her. So she hides it from Daryl but soon Daryl finds out and brutally beats up Spencer and returns to the reader to comfort her and they have rough sex. ^.^

Hope you like it ^^

  • Daryl x Reader
  • Words: 2,100
  • Warning: Bad words. Smut. Sorry for the possible grammatical errors.

The sunset light crossed the curtains of the white-walled room, bathing the place with orange tones while you continued lying on the bed, your hands holding a book. Lying on his left side, the sound of your voice filled Daryl’s ears while his blue baby eyes followed the smooth movement of your lips. All the peace in the world existed in your eyes, you always as immersed in the book now as you were in the past. And even though he wasn’t interested in them, he enjoyed watching you read.

“Guys?” Carol’s soft voice cut you off as she knocked on the door, making you sit on the bed to greet her.

“Coming in.”

Carol pushed the door open, smiling sweetly at you two.

“I will go back to work.” She said, her smile so innocent but sincere. “You have the house just for you… but don’t get too playful.”

Carol closed the door before you could understand the joke, but when you finally did, you chuckled even though Daryl didn’t find it so funny. You lay down again, but his emotionless expression made you chuckled, so you leaned forward and towards him to kiss him softly before pulling away. As usual, his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips before he leaned himself to you, his rough hand caressing your cheek as he looked for some more of you. The world disappeared when he closed his eyes, but while kissing you, the darkness behind his eyelids wasn’t bad, but pleasant.

However, his beard stopped tickling your skin when he pulled away.

“Keep readin’.” He whispered, moving his hand away from you.

“We have the house you ourselves and you want me to read? Bah.” You said with false annoyance before continue.

While you did it, Daryl looked at the necklace that disappeared under your t-shirt, the one that held the wedding ring he gave you before the apocalypse began, because your marriage was the secret you kept from the neighbors who didn’t trust in you all yet. However, your marriage was the contrast of Maggie’s and Glenn’s, because they already lived in the house next door. The jokes from the group didn’t bother him, but Daryl thought about those old days when you two lived alone, when you used to come back from work to that old apartment you two shared. It wasn’t the best life he could offer you, but your love was honest, your eyes were full of life, as if that life was the best you could have had. And the way he used to welcome you, a simple kiss that was so sweet just because he had nothing but you.

Daryl wished he had that back.

“Ya miss it?” He asked suddenly, making you look at him. “Ya miss the life we had? The old apartment we shared?”

The best moments were shown before your eyes, like the Sundays that you spent reading at him.

“I do. Not the place but the memories we made there. We didn’t have much but I felt I had it all. You are still with me; maybe that’s why that feeling has not changed.”

You both didn’t move out alone when Deanna gave you the opportunity to just because you two were being cautious, always keeping your marriage as a secret because in that world, the bad people used love to destroy their enemies. But although nothing would be like before, starting your own home like you did once sounded good again.

“Wanna try it?”

“Try what?” You asked with innocence, thinking about the possibility of actually doing it. “Moving in together again?”

“Unless ya want to get a house for yerself.”

He scoffed, but you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you came into my house in the middle of the night.”

Daryl chuckled, the corner of his mouth curving upward as he pulled out your necklace until the golden ring appeared before your eyes.

“So… how’s your married life going?”

Spencer left the cake on the kitchen granite table, the same one his mom sent for you and Daryl. His charismatic smile was as bright as the day itself, and although you smiled in an act of kindness towards him, it was strange to you that there were still personalities as open as Spencer’s. He seemed confident, as if he didn’t fear anything, but even if seemed to be nothing to fear in Alexandria, the harsh life outside the gates made you step on the ground carefully.

But it was innocent of you to let in that wolf just because he belonged to a family of sheep.

“I must say I was a little surprise when I heard the news.” He chuckled sadly, for a second making you believe in his words. “I thought there was something between us.”

From the other side of the table, you furrowed, totally shocked for his sad but direct confession.

“I’m sure I’ve never flirted with you, Spencer, but I apologize if you thought I did it.”

You were sure you never did it, but being foolishly polite seemed better than to make a scandal of a misunderstanding.

“It hurt my feelings.” He said, walking slowly towards you. Your silence was what attracted his attention from the beginning, as well as the strength in your eyes. His body hit yours against the kitchen countertop, just as your hand touched the empty spot on your waist where your gun used to be. Spencer chuckled towards your innocence because you all had to surrender your weapons, his body making contact with yours in places you didn’t want to feel him. “I’m not happy about what you did. That’s why you have to leave him.”

Although your heart was a wild animal pounding in your chest, you held his gaze as calm as you could be. The danger that should be outside was inside of Alexandria, breathing against you, shining in the eyes of a pretty boy.

“I won’t.” You said calmly. “And out of respect for your mother I will ask you to leave before he comes back, Spencer, because if Daryl finds you here you will walk out of this house crying for help.”

Spencer looked at you through his angry eyes, his curiosity about the man whose presence made others intimidate affected him because he was afraid to face the real danger that Daryl could be.

His hand snaked through your body, stopping in your hair as he took it in a tight grip.

“I warn you, princess: leave him before something happens to him. Who knows what can happen during a run? I don’t want you to end up being a widow.”

The release of your hair didn’t make you breathe breathing, but when Spencer finally left, leaving a trail of sulfur from the hell from which he came out, your hands covered your face, trying to breathe like a person who hides a secret would.

However, it didn’t last for long.

“The fuck ya just say?”

On the other side of the open trunk, Maggie felt the heat of her body leave her. She gritted her teeth, fully exposed to Daryl’s eyes who stopped at her side to confront her while Glenn watched the scene in confusion. As she said the words: you, Spencer and threaten in the same sentence just to warn Glenn about him, Daryl’s anger rose like boiling lava in a volcano.

“Please, calm down, Daryl.” She said, not believing that he actually would. “I can explain it. Don’t make a fuss about this, please.”

“A fuss?” He grunted, those words souring his mouth. “A moron threatened ma wife and ya don’t want me to make a fuss?”

As the sweet karma that was about to punch Spencer just as Daryl’s fist would do it, Spencer walked down the street toward the car near the gates, smiling like the good boy he pretended to be. Daryl’s anger covered his eyes and painted them red as he walked towards him just to punched Spencer’s face before Glenn tried to stop him, so hard that Daryl made him fall. Daryl fell on him with all the weight of his body, freely punching the thick skin of the wolf. His strong arms pushed away who tried to pull him back, his ears covered with the word threat, his fists turning red as blood left Spencer’s face.

“Daryl, stop!” Rick pulled him hardly, giving time Spencer to breathe again. “You’re gonna kill him!”

“That’s the fucking plan!” Daryl shouted back, trying to avoid Rick’s body as he looked straight at Spencer. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill ya, coward! Nobody messes with ma wife!”

“Hey! Listen to me.” Rick looked at him, holding his gaze seriously. Whatever Spencer did, Rick knew it must have been serious if Daryl acted like that. “Go home. I will fix this. Talk to (y/n), Daryl. If something happened you have to be with her.”

While you sat down on the couch, the silence of the world never felt as good as when you read, not caring about anything as you got lost in the words. You were so immersed in a different world really from yours, too absent to notice Daryl’s presence until the door got close. He sat down sideways, watching you looking at him with a funny, innocent and confuse expression.


His eyes looked at you with concern through his calm expression, but his inside was a complete mess because of the fear of you being in danger.

“Ya tell me.” He said. He looked for something inside your shy eyes as you looked down, watching his red knuckles as you realized what he did. “Come ‘ere, sunshine.”

He pulled you gently to his lap as he put the book aside to have a view of your face. His right hand traveled to the back of your neck, making you hold your breath when he stopped where Spencer touched. But his hand caressed that place, his rough fingers touching you gently.

“He ain’t gonna hurt ya, peach, not while I’m here.”

“But… What about you?”

His expression was calm to give you confidence, and he pulled you towards him as he leaned himself towards you, eager to feel your lips against his. Your hands got tangled in his hair as he pulled you against him.

“Ya like ma hair. Don’t ya?” He said as he lifted your black t-shirt, sliding his hands over your body, pulling you up to kiss your skin. His wet tongue inside your belly button made you moan, the fabric of your jeans doing friction on your sensitive area. “Stand up.”

Your shaking legs held you in front of him as he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. Daryl sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands pulling your clothes as his tongue made wonders against you, making you held his hair to steady yourself. Your body shivered when you pushed you against his mouth, growling at the sweet taste as his ears delighted with the sounds you made because of him and just for him. His most possessive side emerged as his own hands pulled his clothes out of his body, his mind clouding with the desire of holding you without anything getting in his way. He pulled you to sit on him, sinking inside you as his hands held you by the hips to take the control of your movements. His swollen member hit the right spots every time he thrust inside of you, making you gasp as he grunted because of the pleasant bliss.

Daryl felt your walls getting tight around him as he saw your breasts moving at your rhythm, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold his own orgasm. The sensation intensified with every second, making me moan louder. To get a better angle, he lifted you up to lay you down on the couch, his toned body pushing hard against you the moment he positioned himself on top on you. His hair tickled your face when he leaned toward you, kissing you hard as your hands clung to his lower back, pushing him as close to you as possible. His lips drowned out your moans when he made you cum, his hips moving against you as he experienced the same satisfying sensation that moved like waves inside both.

Daryl lay down on you fitting his body with yours, his cheek on your chest as he breathed through parted lips. Your hands caressed his hair, and there on your finger, the ring shined on the place where it really belonged.

Favorite thing

Genre: Fluff (Like really fluffy)

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  one with TaeTae where his girl likes the rain so he takes her out to play in the rain and they get super wet and then they laugh and come home and take a warm bath 

Originally posted by rapgodv

On a day that Taehyung had finally gotten a break from work he could always be found indulging in his own hobbies as if he couldn’t get enough. The sound of him yelling at the other teammates could be heard from the few rooms away, where you stood. It had been a few hours and you were wondering if he was still wasting away on the computer, so you got up from your bed to go see him. 

“Come on, it can’t be that hard!” He yelled.

You peaked your head into the doorway but to no avail he still didn’t notice you. Letting out a small sigh you came over and plopped yourself down in the second desk chair next to him. Taehyung finally spared you a quick glance, now showing a smile on his face. 

“Hey babe, I thought you were taking a nap?” 

You resting your face against your hand as you watched him playing his game so intensely. 

“It’s a little hard when you’re so loud…I know you love Overwatch but don’t you think 5 hours is long enough?”

“Yeah-no, I was about to get off. I just need to finish this.” He said for about the fourth time. 

You ran your finger across the bed spread pondering what you could do to get him to spend a little more time with you. When he glanced over at you he thought you looked a bit sad, striking a cord with him. He hadn’t realized that you must have had something planned for this break, but little did he know you were just lost in thought. 

“Hey TaeTae?”


“What’s your favorite thing in the whole world?”

He barely looked up from the computer screen before blurting out an answer. 

“Right now? Probably games. Why?”

You shrugged as if he was going to see it. There was no agenda behind the question but you did want to know that if there was anything you guys could do together. The answer he provided was a little less than helpful.

“I was just curious.” 

Taehyung knew the answer he gave wasn’t the right one when he took notice of the look on your face. He couldn’t figure out what you were up to.

“What’s your favorite thing?” He asked back.

“Hmm….Probably when it rains outside and everything feels really calm. Those kind of days are nice but it’s just cloudy today.” 

You heard the sound of his computer shutting down and you looked up, surprised to see him standing up from his desk. He set his headset down, finally facing you for more than 2 seconds now. 

“Then we should go outside.”

You pouted, wondering if he had really been in this room so long that not only was it not raining, it was also not the hottest day. 

“I told you it’s not even raining though.”

He let out a small laugh before taking your hand as he pretended to drag you along.

“Just come with me.”

“Fine.” You agreed, standing from the chair and walking outside with him. 

Taehyung looked up at the cloudy sky, making you wonder why he didn’t believe you in the first place. He also takes a look at the things around you both, searching for something in particular. 

“Close your eyes, Y/N.”

“What? Why?”

He giggled, “Just hurry and do it already.”

You already knew he was up to trouble but you did as he asked, covering your eyes with your hands. Hearing him walk past you a few times wasn’t that concerning until the feeling off something cold make you jump. It took you a few seconds to realize it was getting you wet so you quickly removed your hands, seeing the water coming down from the sky. Although his makeshift contraption with the hose was behind you, you instantly noticed he was trying to make it rain for you to make up for his amount of gaming. 

“Is this okay?” He questioned, standing in front of you as you both were now peppered in “raindrops”. 

You felt the corners of your mouth giving away the happiness you instantly felt.

“You’re such an idiot.” You giggled, pushing him playfully.

He couldn’t help but show off the goofy grin he had plastered on his face. Although you were both getting soaked, he didn’t seem to mind much. Before you could say anything he leaned his face so closely to yours you almost stopped breathing. Though you had been dating for a while it never got old, almost feeling that little jump of excitement before he kissed you. Plus being this close to him made you realize just how gorgeous he was and that he was completely yours no matter what. You really couldn’t have asked for a more thoughtful, sweet, and-

“Tag! You’re it!” Taehyung called out as he patted your arm instead of kissing you. 

-sometimes childish boyfriend. Still, you couldn’t ask for anyone better. 

“You’re so in trouble for that!” You ran after him, smiling. 

The two of you spent an absurd time chasing after each other around outside. Sometimes when he’d catch up to you, he’d pick you up as you screamed. As much as an annoyance to the neighbors you were probably being it never stopped you two when it came to playing around. Maybe that’s why you fit so well together. The boys also found it a bit embarrassing when the two of you would get so into something you never saw how loud you were being. Still, things like this felt like they were straight out of the movies, extremely cheesy but heartwarming at the same time.

Taehyung finally walked over to turn the hose off since the wind was making it way too cold for the two of you to keep playing out here. He saw your hands come up to each sides of you as you shivered. 

“Let’s get warmed up before you get sick, okay?”

You nodded, moving yourself under his arm. As you both stepped into the house, he quickly led you both to the bathroom. Taehyung picked up one of the towels from the side, placing it over your head. He looked down at you, a light smile staying put on his expression, as he set his hands on both sides of your head to try and dry off your hair. 

“Maybe we should just take a bath together? We were outside, afterall…” You suggested, hoping he’d agree. 

“Sure. Whatever you want.” He hummed, removing the towel from your head. 

“Lift up your arms for me.”

You looked up at him, lifting them up. Taehyung easily pulled your shirt off over your head, helping you get undressed after turning on the tub. 

“I swear sometimes you baby me.” You mumbled.

“It’s because you’re cute. Now come on, it’s almost full.”

You watched as he carefully stepped into the tub, extending his hand out to help you in. The room was already so warm from the steam but it was comfortable. You both got into the tub, you sitting between his legs so you could lean your head on his chest. There was a bit of a calming silence but it was soon broken after Taehyung started to smile once more.

“What is it?” 

“I’m sorry I spent this weekend without going out with you. I tried to make up for it so I hope today was okay. I changed my mind about something too.”

You gave your boyfriend a confused look as you snuggled up against him. “About what?”

“You’re my favorite thing in the whole world.” 

Plan J for Jealous

Request: Hi !!! Love your blog:) can you please do an imagine where the reader is part of team flash and Barry gets jealous cause of someone idk you chose and the reader is like why you care and he admits his name and lots of fluff Thanks ;)) -anon
Pairing: Barry x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, jealousy
Word Count: 1122

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Emergency Money

Michael Gray/Shelby x reader

Request: Can I request one where you’re friends with Michael and after the charlotte situation he tells you that you’re the only one he’d want to have kids with?

Author’s note: This one is a little rambly but was super fun to write so hope you enjoy it as much as i did.

Warnings: Lots and Lots of swearing, fluff.

“What the fuck is going on, Michael?” You ask as your best friend or ex-best friend you weren’t really sure. Michael had been off with you for about a month now, you knew there was business, family business going on. But usually, he would tell you about all that. I mean you two had literally been inseparable for the past two years (much to the dislike of your boy/girlfriend’s through the years)and now all of a sudden you barely saw him and when you did it was like he wasn’t really there.

“Where’s that money I gave you? The money i told you to keep for emergencies?” He said searching through your cupboards in your kitchen pulling things out and making a mess as he did so.

“Calm down I’ll get it now.”

“I need it now (Y/N), hurry up.”

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"I know you better than you know yourself"




u busy?



Kind of

I’m heading to a Party :/



You didn’t tell me about that


Yes i did

it’s that birthday party thing we were supposed to go together

but you can’t go because of stupid exams :(


oh yeah yeah


This guy that lives beside me won’t shut up and he’s starting to drive me crazy, i need to study

Can i please come over? :)


But i won’t be there :/


Doesn’t matter

I just need to be somewhere quiet



you have a key so, it’s okay

I’ll try to be there around 2 or something


Alright! Thank you baby, i love you!


Love you too

The moment he said yes to me staying at his place while he was away, the moment I grabbed the bag sitting beside me along with my keys and left the apartment. The music next door was way too loud, my head started to hurt, and there was no way of making him shut up so the best solution was leave. Finally, I was somewhere quiet where I could study at least a little.

I get to his place and the first thing I notice is that his car is not there, he really was leaving for the party, I was kinda expecting to find him getting ready for it. But it doesn’t matter, at least it was quiet and cozy.  I got in and immediately his dog, Petunia comes running to me and barking when she sees the big bag hanging by my side like she does every time I come over. I scratch her head and walk over to his room, leaving my stuff there and changing into some comfortable clothes I can wear for the rest of the night.

Time passes. By midnight I was already done with all of the notes I need to go over and was bored enough after messing with his piano for almost an hour, so I crash on the sofa with Petunia following me every step I take. I watch one movie that then turns into two movies, and by the time I am done. It’s already 2:30 in the morning and Luke is still not home.

“Where do you think your dad is?” I ask the sleeping dog on my lap, who is quietly snoring while I caress her fur. “Should I call him?”  

I grab my phone and look at the screen, seeing 0 messages or missed calls on my feed. He would call me telling me he’s late, or maybe he’s just being extremely impunctual, which I didn’t mind at all, I just needed to know if he was okay. I go to my contacts and on his number, but right before I could do something, a loud car horn sounds outside the house. I get up from the sofa and walk to the front door, looking through the eye of the door, there was a car parked at the garage, I knew that car. It was Luke’s, but why doesn’t he just come inside.

I step outside and when I did, Michael comes out of Luke’s car, waving a hand at me and making me a gesture to come over. I approach to him, being slightly concerned about why is he driving my boyfriend’s car.

“Hello (Y/n)” he says smiling at me

“Uh-Hi” I say a bit uncomfortable “Why are you driving Luke’s car?”

He chuckles softly and walks to the other side of the car “I think this is yours” he says opening the door “C'mon big boy, you’re home”

I hear a confused groan and a whine “Michael I told you, I want to go to the ice cream- oh look! That’s my girlfriend! Let me introduce you guys, come inside, let’s grab a drink”

Michael laughs and helps him get out of the car since he could barely stand on his own “I’m good” he says “We already know each other, but thanks, buddy”

“No” Luke shakes his head “you come inside, (Y/n) makes the best-” he says but he stops on his feet, leaning on his side and letting all out. Vomiting right by his own car wheel.

“Oh, I was waiting for that” Michael comments, holding on his friend so he didn’t fall on his side.

I gasp and walk over to him, this was crazy, one of the few times I have seen look so drunk that he could barely keep himself standing, I didn’t quite know how to feel about it either because one of the things I wasn’t very good at is to take care of drunk people, especially when Luke was the one drunk, he couldn’t even handle the flu without acting like he is dying, when he was hungover it’s so much worst.

“Oh my god” I say when I was close enough to them “What the-? How did this happen?”

“Well” Michael starts explaining, passing Luke over to my side “Calum kind of challenged him and he went with it”

“Oh babe” I sigh, holding on Luke so he didn’t fall over.

“You smell nice” he mumbles and hides his face in my neck.

“What did he do?” I ask him

“Well, the challenge was to drink over a line of shots and then drink this giant beer, by the way, he won” Michael mentions “but if it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure Calum looks a lot worst than this”

“Geez” I say trying to handle all of his weight “Thank you for driving him here” I say with a little smile.

“It’s okay” he nods

“You can take the car and drive yourself home” I offer, I was pretty sure Luke wouldn’t mind anyway.

“Oh no, It’s fine Crystal is picking me up, she’s taking Calum home” he smiles “we had to part ways in this since Calum doesn’t have a car and well…”

“Yeah, I get it” I chuckle “Wanna come inside while you wait?” I offer. “There’s ice cream if you want”

“I want ice cream” Luke whines in my ear

“No, It’s Okay” he says to me, shaking his head and walking back a little “I’ll wait over here, I’ll probably take this time to have a smoke, she won’t take that long”

I nod and smile “well, if you need anything just knock the door” I say starting to walk back to the house, dragging Luke with me

“Goodnight!” I say

“Goodnight Michael! I love you!” Luke yells, stumbling in his feet as he walks to his own house.  

He stumbles inside almost falling on the carpet as he gets distracted with his dog barking at him and running around to get his attention, he falls on his knees and caresses Petunia’s fur as he mumbles some none-sense words at her.

“Babeeeee” he calls me leaning his head on the dog “can we have ice cream now?”

I roll my eyes, leaning to take him by the arm and pushing him to stand him up and trying my hardest effort to walk him to the bedroom.

“You just puked your guts out, you’re not getting any ice cream” I shook my head.

“But I want ice cream” he pouts “please”

Not listening to anything that he was rambling about while pushing in the bedroom. I push him all the way up to the bathroom where he whines for no reason and pouts at me.

“You’re going to shower” I say, being very clear to him. He turns around and looks at me with an eyebrow raised “What?” I asked.

“First ice cream, then shower” he suggests and tries to walk away.

I put both of my hands on his chest and laugh. There is no way this was going to happen. “Em, no” I say not letting him walk away “first Shower, then you wash your filthy mouth, then maybe ice cream and you go to sleep”

He huffs, looking like a preteen about to have a rebel moment. “Why can’t I do that after I eat ice cream? Babe, pleaseeee” he whines blowing his breath at me making me turn away, he smelled like hard whiskey and wine.

“Robert you look like you’re about to pass out” I scoff still shaking my head “if you eat right now you will go straight to sleep without even cleaning up”

“That’s not-” he starts

“Literally” I interrupt him “I know you better than you know yourself” I say decisively “you know that damn well”

He rolls his eyes and looks down at me “maybe that’s true..” he mumbles.

“Then why don’t you shower, and when you come back I’ll have a nice bowl of ice cream for you, yeah?” I suggest.

He seems to think about it for a second, before deciding that it was not worth to keep fighting it, he knew I was right, so he turns around and puts his hand in the shower, turning the water on.

“You win.. mom” he jokes taking his shirt off

I smile to him and turn around “see you in a couple of minutes then”  

I walk out of the bathroom and feel some kind of relief when I hear that Luke is actually having a shower, after the mess he made of himself at that party, he is finally listening to me and cleaning up without giving too much of a fight. I walk up to the kitchen and pull out of the freezer the large tub of his favorite ice cream along with the tub of ice cream I bought for myself which was, in fact, my favorite ice cream.

I scoop him a large cup of ice cream and swirl his cup with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Hopefully, he will think this is good enough to stop his whining, Luke has always been a whiny drunk. I hear the water being turned off by the time I finish. I make a cup of ice cream for myself, and when I’m done with everything I take the cups and go to the bedroom where I suppose my boyfriends in.

Pushing the door open with my shoulder, I enter the room and the first thing I notice is Luke’s large body spread all over the bed with half of his body out of it, face down, hair wet, shirtless and with his shorts barely pushed all the way up to his hips, I could clearly see half of his ass showing under those basketball shorts. He was snoring, summoned in a hell of a deep sleep, I could already imagine how strong his hangover was going to be, he was (and is) so drunk, it was just… unbelievable.

I sigh and leave the two cups on the nightstand and walk over to him. I do my best to lift his overly large body and first thing, I push his shorts all the way up, to them move to the bed and dragging him up by his arms, trying to put him on his side of the bed.

“What you doing?” He mumbles being annoyed, sounding like he had hours of sleep and I just woke him.

“I’m accommodating you” I chuckle softly dragging him up a little more before he sat up by himself and crawled to his side of the bed “you were almost falling off the bed” I mumbled, putting the covers over his lap.

He frowns rubbing his eye softly “no I wasn’t” he mumbles

“Yes you were” I quickly say, Caressing his wet hair “I brought you a sundae if you still want ice cream so bad”  

“Mmm” he says closing both of his eyes “with cookie dough ice cream?” He asks softly, sounding like a little kid.

“And chocolate” I smile “want it babe?”

He thinks about it, yawning a couple of times and finally opening his eyes to look directly at me “I mean, I feel like crap but if you actually made me a Sundae, then sure” he says dragging his words when talking. He was for sure still drunk.

I smile and turn to my side, grabbing the cup and passing it to him. He smiles and leans to kiss my cheek. I sit beside him grabbing my own cup and sitting right beside him on the bed.

“This is delicious” he says with his mouth full “have I told you I love you yet?”

I chuckle taking a spoonful of ice cream “no” I smile.

“I love you” he says looking at me in the eye. I smile and kiss his forehead while he keeps eating his ice cream “I love you too” I say “How was the party?” I ask him.

He hums still digging on his ice cream and takes one bite before talking “it was great, the bar was good and they had drinking games everywhere, also this gigantic photo booth and game room, it was so fun babe, so so so so fun” he explains with his mouth full.

“That’s cool” I mumble “sorry I couldn’t go with you” i pout.

He chuckles “it’s fine, look how I ended up” he says rubbing on his face. “Thanks for taking care of me” he says “you’re the best”

I smile and kiss his cheek “Luke, I will always take care of you”

Music Series: Figures by Jessie Reyez

Thank you for the request, lovely Anon!

This was an interesting one for me to write, but I think it turned out alright, and I hope you like it.

Figures” by Jessie Reyez, which can be found on Spotify, HERE.




Figures…I gave you ride or die and you gave me games

Love figures…I know I’m crying cause you just won’t change

Love figures…I gave it all and you gave me shit

Love figures…I wish I could do exactly what you did

Anger. That’s all you felt. Sheer anger.

When Harry told you he wanted out of the relationship, you were shocked. The two of you never fought, rarely argued, and loved each other more than you could ever have imagined loving a person. So when he said he was breaking up after nearly a year of being together, without any explanation, you wanted answers.

“Don’t you think I deserve to know why?” you cried to him. “Fuck, Harry! Just last week you were talking about the children we’ll have together someday! And now you want to break up?”

“Yes,” he said coldly, not looking at you.

“Wh…what did I do?” you stuttered. “Did I do something to make you angry? I…”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s me. I’m sorry.”

After discussing the matter until you were a messy puddle in the kitchen floor, Harry grabbed his things and quickly walked out of your flat. You screamed, so hurt, not understanding what had happened.

Until the next day when you saw him, getting into his car outside of a store he frequented…opening the passenger door and a woman getting inside, while paps took photos around the car.

I wish I could hurt you back

Love, what would you do if you couldn’t get me back

You’re the one who’s gonna lose

Something so special, something so real

Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel?

If you couldn’t get me back

That’s what I wish that I could do to you

Anger. That’s what you felt. Lingering anger.

You saw him that first day with the girl and couldn’t believe he was with someone else. But when you found out that the rumors were that he had been with her for a while, you were devastated. You never expected Harry to be the type to cheat on you, and your heart was broken all over again. Not only had he left you with no explanation, but he had broken your heart for another woman. A woman he had been with while with you.

“You know people are talking,” your friend told you. “And some are saying Harry’s been seeing her for a couple of months now.”

“But how?” you asked her, shaking your head in disbelief. You were all cried out at this point, or at least that’s what you told others, but you knew that Harry was with you most of the time when he wasn’t working, which meant he had to have been lying to you about working.

Cheating and lying. How could you have not seen this about Harry? He was always so wonderful with you. It just made you want to be as horrible to him as he was to you, but that’s not the type of person that you were.

“Maybe you should throw yourself back into the dating pool,” your friend insisted. “Let me set you up with someone. Get you back into the game again.”

Your first thought was that you weren’t ready for that. But at that moment, you gave zero fucks.

“You know what? Let’s do it,” you told your friend with a determined, smart-ass smile. “I’m not going to sit and sulk about a punk-ass rockstar who thinks it’s okay to treat women like that. Set me up!”

You clinked your glass against hers and downed your drink, and soon found yourself with a date for Saturday night.

Figures…I’m the bad guy cause I can’t learn to trust

Love figures…You say sorry once and you think it’s enough

I got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys

Begging for me just to give ‘em a try

Figures…I’m willing to stay cause I’m sick for your love

Anger. That’s still what you felt. Controlled, but still there.

As you started to walk out of the restaurant with your date, you nearly ran into a couple and excused yourself, before seeing who it was.

Harry looked at you in bewilderment, as if you were some crazy oddity at a side show, or that bad accident that you don’t want to look at but you can’t take your eyes off of. You looked at him as he looked at you, his breathing increasing as his date placed her arm around him. Harry began to speak when he saw your date put his arm around your shoulder.

“Excuse us,” your date said politely, not realizing who they were. “You ready, love?”

You hesitated a moment, then looked to your date with a smile.

“Yes,” you said. “Let’s go.”

As you passed Harry, you felt the back of his hand brush against yours, his pinky grabbing yours for a quick moment, then letting go. You looked at him, his eyes meeting yours, then you turned away, angrier than you already were.

After your date dropped you at your flat with a sweet kiss to your cheek, you shut the door and immediately called your girlfriend.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled at her, explaining everything. “Why would he do that?”

“He’s a pompous ass, love,” she assured you, just like a best friend should. “He thinks he can just love you and leave you and lead you on to believe that at some point, if it doesn’t work out with the other girl, he can come back to you and just take you back again.”

“What pisses me off, is I’m not sure I wouldn’t!” you said, honestly.

“You better not, after what he did to you!” she admonished.

“I know,” you replied, sulking and frustrated. “But I still love him, even though he’s an ass. That sounds ridiculous.”

“Yes, it does,” she agreed. “But I get it. Just takes time to get over someone you love.”

I wish I could hurt you back

Love, what would you do if you couldn’t get me back

You’re the one who’s gonna lose

Something so special, something so real

Anger. Enough to still feel it, but you felt done with it now. Resigned anger.

“Love?” you heard a voice behind the pounding at your front door. Were you dreaming? You opened your eyes and looked at the clock on the dresser.

3:12 a.m.

Who the hell was beating on your front door at 3 o’clock in the morning?

You quickly went to your front door, barely one eye open, as you looked through the peep hole.

“Babe, please…it’s me…Harry,” you heard him say with drunken voice. “Please let me in.”

You stopped and thought for a moment, not much wanting to talk to him or see him again. But that side of you that would always care about him…love him…wanted to make sure he was okay. You removed the chain on your door and opened it, looking at him with irritation.

“Harry…what do you want?” you asked in frustration. “It’s 3 in the morning.”

“Is it?” he said, trying to look at his watch but unable to see it through drunken eyes. “I’m sorry. I just…I need to talk to you.”

“What is there left to talk about?” you ask coldly. “You broke up with me…cheated on me…and are still with her…so what could there possibly be left to talk about?”

“Please…” he said, begging then grabbing your hand which you promptly pulled from his grasp.

You took a deep breath and moved out of the way so he could come inside, closing the door behind him. Turning around and confidently looking at him, you knew you’d done no wrong, that this was all on him.

He looked at you with sorrow and sadness, knowing he hurt you and feeling horrible about it.

“So…” you tried to help him get started.

“I’m sorry,” he said with a frown.

“You’re sorry!” you nearly shouted, then remembered you have neighbors sleeping.

“Yes!” he said, slurring his words a bit. “I never meant to hurt you! It wasn’t you, it was me!”

“Oh, I know that! Any more cliches up your sleeve?” you asked sarcastically.

“I didn’t…” he said, searching for his words through a drunken mind. “It isn’t what you think, love…”

“It isn’t you telling me you want to break up, then the next day seeing you get into your car with the woman you were apparently cheating on me with?” you questioned with bitterness.

“Yes, but no,” he said. “I just need to…”

“Harry, I don’t know that I care any longer what you need!” you yelled at him. “You weren’t too concerned with what I needed. You broke my heart, then immediately made me look like a jilted fool to the rest of the world by showing off your new woman to the paparazzi, while you somehow managed to still come off the fuckin’ golden boy!”

Harry looked at you as a tear left his eye. “I still care for you!”

“No! You don’t get to cry about you cheating on me and leaving me!”

“I never wanted to leave you!” he yelled. “I…look, it’s a long story…but…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” you argued. “Where was your long story the night you told me we were over, with no reason except ‘it’s not you, it’s me’? Hm? You know, if all it was, was a long story to explain it, did it ever cross your mind that maybe I would have understood? Believed you and gone along with it? But you decided it was better to break my heart!”

“Please, baby, just let me…” he tried.

“No!” you spat. “You decided this was over, for whatever the fuck reason you thought was worth breaking me. You still care for me?” you drilled, as he nodded, trying to touch you but you pulled away. “Harry, how do you think you would feel, if you thought everything was beautiful between us, and you came home and I left you? How would you feel if I left you for another man and you couldn’t get me back? How would it make you feel if you saw that man put his hands on me and kiss me? How in the fuck would you feel if I kissed him back, let him touch my body, made him moan, let him stroke the hair that you pull? Because that’s all I thought of after you left and I saw you with her. Does that bother you at all? Because if not, then there is nothing else…”

You tried to finish your rant but Harry pressed you firmly against the wall, his lips pressed against yours, his hands on either side of your face, as you felt him crying into your mouth, his breath rapid as he sobbed. For a brief instant, you missed that kiss on your lips, even the roughness of his action against the wall, the feel of his body pressing against yours. For a brief instant….

You pushed him away with all the strength you had as he lost his balance slightly but caught himself.

“If I was a vengeful person, Harry Styles,” you said with loving contempt, “I would hurt you in every way you’ve hurt me, just to spite you. So take it as a gift that I’m just letting you go.”

You walked to the front door, opening it and looking at the floor, waiting for Harry to leave. He slowly walked to you, tears down his face. You wanted to scream and cry and beat your fist into a bloody pulp, but you showed strength in front of him, not letting him see you weak again. Not since the night that you showed it and he walked away. Not again.

Harry leaned to you, trying to kiss your cheek but you pulled your face out of his reach. He sobbed quietly then walked out the door and disappeared down the hall of the apartment building.

Not again….

Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel?

If you couldn’t get me back

That’s what I wish that I could do to you, you

To you, you…Figures

(Dreamswap) What friends are for (2)

Okay, enough Durarara posts, have more story.


(Cross’s alarm goes off, playing a Disney song much louder than necessary. The three of them shift in their positions, which somehow became a tangled mess over the course of the night, all of them cringing slightly.)

Nightmare: Cross, what the hell is that…

(Cross slams his hand on the nearby table his phone is on. He slams various places until he finds his phone.)

(But his hand is asleep, so when he tries to pick it up, it falls out of his grip and onto the floor.)

Cross: aaagghhhh

Nightmare: What are you doing, turn that stupid thing off…!

Cross: where is ittttt

(Cross flops over the side of the bed, crushing Nightmare under him as he searches the floor next to the bed.)

Nightmare: oW

Cross: okay I found it

(He picks up the phone with his other hand and struggles a bit to turn it off. Finally, he succeeds and places the phone back on the table, and slumps even more of his weight into Nightmare.)

Nightmare: get OFFFF

Cross: too early… too much physical exertion…

Nightmare: Why the heck did you even set an alarm?!

Cross: it makes me feel like a productive being…

Cross: also I’m trying to fix my sleeping schedule…

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I Think I Like You A Lot - Kim Samuel Requested Scenario


Summary: Bae Jinyoung’s sister likes Samuel, Samuel likes her too, confession in front of all trainees, Jinyoung’s happy

Genre: fluffmedo

Message?: Bae Jinyoung and Samuel are bae (ha)


“Why today?!” I moaned.

“Come on Y/N, all the trainees will be there,” Jinyoung said. “Even Samuel.”

“Why did you single out Samuel?” I asked. “You make it seem like I’m obsessed with Samuel and let me tell you, I’m not!”

Jinyoung nodded, “yep. Totally believable, now hurry up.”

“I’m not!” I shouted after him as I pulled on my shoe and ran out.

He walked in front of me the whole way as I chased to keep up with him.

“Jinyoung wait!” I called.

I heard someone laugh behind me, “it’s fine. I’ll stay with you instead.”

I froze, turning round and seeing Kim Samuel. My heart leaped but my mind panicked.

But instead of freaking out on the outside I just chuckled, “thanks Sammy, at least someone’s nice.”

Jinyoung gave me the middle finger as Samuel and I laughed.

“How do you deal with him?” Samuel asked, laughing.

I shook my head, looking down, “god knows.”

“Is he over-protective?” Samuel asked.

I shook my head, looking at Samuel, “not particularly. Just a normal older brother, annoying but sometimes caring.”

“What, like, with boyfriends and stuff,” Samuel said, putting his hands in his pockets.

I shrugged, “wouldn’t know. Never had one.”

“Seriously?!” Samuel exclaimed.

“It’s cause she’s a loser!” Jinyoung called.

“Frick off!” I shouted.

Jinyoung laughed but when I looked at Samuel, he looked like he was in deep thought.

“You alright?” I asked, then laughed. “It’s not that shocking.”

“It kind of is,” Samuel said.

My heart raced.

“Come on you two! Party’s started!” Jinyoung shouted.

I nudged Samuel’s arm, “come on.”

“I’ll catch up,” he said.

I tilted my head at him but still jogged ahead, catching up with Jinyoung.

“You two going out yet?” he asked.

I shoved him.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

We walked in with our arms linked as I looked around.

“Let’s go speak to Daehwi,” I said, nudging Jinyoung.

Jinyoung nodded as we started walking over.

“Ah Jinyoung!” Daehwi exclaimed. “I’m so nervous!”

“Why?” I laughed.

“Every A grader has a solo performance tonight,” Daehwi explained.

“You’ll do great Daehwi,” Somi, Daehwi’s ‘date’, said.

Every boy was told to bring a ‘date’ to the party so there was a fair amount of sisters, mothers and friends although I’m sure Daehwi was the only one who had an idol.

“Samuel’s going first,” Daehwi said. “As he was the first to get an A grade.”

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Singing?”

He nodded. “I’m so nervous though.”

“Trainees!” we all turned round to face the stage at the sound of BoA’s voice.

“Ah, I should probably go backstage,” Daehwi moaned.

“Fighting!” I exclaimed.

He smiled, high-fiving Jinyoung then disappearing

"So first up for performances,” BoA continued, “is 16 year old Kim Samuel!”

Everyone turned around and cheered as Samuel walked on stage wearing the same thing that I’d seen him in a few minutes ago.

“They must have been freaking out, he only just got here,” I said, turning to Somi.

She shook her head, looking confused. “He was the first one here. He did leave a few minutes ago, saying he was going to meet someone.”

My heart fluttered. That must have been me! Or Jinyoung.

“Um, I’d like to dedicate this song,” Samuel said, clearing his throat, “to Bae Jinyoung’s sister, a loser.”

He smirked at the end whilst taking a step back, preparing to perform while I was flustered. For me? Why?!

Somi nudged me, smiling excitedly.

Samuel then proceeded to sing ‘With You’ just like his first audition, but this was much more heart fluttering. Especially for me. When he finished he paused the crowd from their cheering.

“Um, where is Y/N?” he asked.

Jinyoung pushed me forward, forcing me to stumble towards the stage and causing Samuel to see me immediately.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, so basically, I like you Y/N. A lot. From the moment I met you I knew I liked you but it seemed to get a lot scarier knowing that Jinyoung was your brother. I was shocked to find out that you’d never had a boyfriend. Someone like you always deserves someone, so, I guess I could be that someone if you wanted me to.”

I buried my face in my hands, smiling.

Everyone in the room started cheering, chanting 'say yes’.

I took my face out of my hands and the whole room quietened down.

“Samuel,” I began. “I like you too.”

“Oh my god,” Samuel said in English. “What?!”

I laughed, being drowned by the amount of people hugging me until Samuel jumped off the stage and ran towards me, pulling me into a hug and spinning me round.

BoA walked on stage, laughing and clapping. “But the real question is. Jinyoung? Are you okay with this?”

Jinyoung walked towards me and Samuel, looking a bit stern and very emotionless, but upon reaching us, he smiled widely and pulled Samuel into a hug.

“Why would you date this loser?” Jinyoung laughed.

I shoved him before he pulled me into a hug saying, “I’m kidding!”

Everyone cheered and the party continued. Daehwi performed next, it was amazing. Samuel thought it was great. I thought that he was greater. I’m surprised he didn’t realise as I was staring at him for pretty much the whole night. Many people came over to congratulate us and I always buried my face in Samuel’s shoulder when they did.

“You embarrassed?” he asked, looking down at me.

I shook my head. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m trying to hide it.”

“Don’t hide it!” he exclaimed, laughing. “Show everyone your smile.”

I smiled widely then and so did Samuel as he pulled me into another hug as we listened to the amazing voice of Sungwoon singing on stage.

“I think I like you a lot.” Samuel smiled.

I chuckled, “I think I like you a lot as well.”


Originally posted by malecsbiscuit

Words: 1247
A/N: I would like to apologise for me taking so long, im just way to lazy to start on imagines, but when i first get started… yeah. love you xx

You kicked the demon in the stomach before rolling onto the concrete, taking the seraph sword you dropped a minute ago, jumping up to put the sword right into the demon. As you saw it disappear, you heard another scream. Before you could react the sword in your hand was gone. The demon had knocked it out of your hand, which meant you no longer had a weapon. You tried to kick the demon but missed and instead it grabbed your leg pulling you towards it.

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Hot Boyfriend

Anon asked for a prompt based on a post made by @bilesandthesourwolf and I hope they enjoy it :)

Summary: Simon and Jace have to start their college semester away from each other and all of Simon’s roommates think his boyfriend is fake. 

Pairing: Jace/Simon 

side pairing: Malec 

                                                 Hot Boyfriend

“Still texting your imaginary boyfriend?” Raphael asked as he walked into the living room.

“He’s not imaginary,” Simon answered. “He is one hundred percent real.”

“And yet we have not seen this one hundred percent real man,” Raphael pointed out. He patted Simon’s head as he walked over to the mini fridge in the common room and grabbed a soda. “Don’t worry, Magnus went through the same phase.”

Simon swatted at his hand and put his phone away. “Magnus made up a fake boyfriend?”

He couldn’t really picture their RA having to make up a fake boyfriend. Maybe in some alternate universe, but in their current universe he highly doubted that.

“Oh yeah, sophomore year of college, he went around talking about having some hot foreign boyfriend, it got really funny when he met Alexander and the poor freshie thought Magnus actually had a boyfriend,” Raphael chuckled.

“Why did he make up a fake boyfriend?” Simon asked.

“Why did you make up a fake boyfriend?” Raphael asked.

“He is not fake,” Simon answered. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at the other. “Asshole.” He picked up his phone as he started vibrating. “Gotta take this.”

Raphael waved him off as Simon stood up and walked outside.

“Hey, thought you fell asleep,” Simon greeted.

There was a yawn on the other end of the line. “Almost, just poured some Redbull and espresso down my throat. Got a test to cram for.”

“You realize that’s counterproductive right? You’re less likely to remember everything you study for.”

“Oh yeah, talk nerdy to me babe.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “You’re a dork Jace.”

“Does a dork get A’s and B’s?” Jace asked.

“There are different types of dorks,” Simon pointed out. “I wish you didn’t have to spend your first term at NYU…”

“That makes two of us, my parents wanted me to help get Clary settled, and Maia is using me as her guinea pig while she gets her mixologist license. I’ve never been so scared to leave my dorm,” Jace told him.

“At least none of your roommates think your boyfriend’s fake,” Simon chuckled.

“What about the pictures?” Jace asked.

“Photoshop,” Simon explained. “Not to mention you’re like some photogenic God that looks too good to not be an Abercrombie and Fitch model.”

“Hey, Halloween costume idea thanks.”

Simon could practically see Jace’s grin and he smiled a bit. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Jace told him. “Skype this weekend?”

“Can’t, my RA is taking us to Pandemonium and since my boyfriend’s fake, they’re going to attempt to get me laid,” Simon answered.

Jace snorted. “I wish them luck…took me forever to get in your pants.”

“And I rocked your world,” Simon grinned.

“Yes, yes you did,” Jace chuckled. “Well have fun and if you do happen to get laid, don’t forget to wrap your willy.”

“Tell the girls I said hi,” Simon told him.

“Always…love you,” Jace added.

“Love you too.” Simon blushed a little as he hung up and nearly jumped a foot in their air when he saw Alec leaning in the doorway as he turned around.

“Son of a bitch, you need a cat bell,” Simon huffed. “Where’s Magnus? Aren’t you two attached at the hip?”

“He wanted to change before we left for the movie,” Alec answered. “You know, if you have a boyfriend, why are you agreeing to go out with us on Saturday?”

“You heard that?” Simon asked.

“Only the last part,” Alec answered.

“I am getting you a cat bell,” Simon repeated. He shrugged. “It’s just how Magnus is. He’s just trying to help….you’re dating him, you know how he is about helping people.”

Alec glanced over in the direction of Magnus’s room and smiled a bit. “Yeah, I do.” He looked back at Simon and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“….You just smiled…” Simon pointed out. “I have never seen you smile…”

Alec rolled his eyes.

“Are you two playing nice?” Magnus asked as he walked over. He wrapped his arms around Alec from behind and rest his chin on Alec’s shoulder.

“You know your boyfriend can smile?” Simon asked.

Magnus grinned. “Alec has a gorgeous smile doesn’t he? He’s even more beautiful when he blushes~”

“We’re gonna miss the movie…” Alec cleared his throat awkwardly and started to turn.

“We’ll be back later, try not to burn down the apartment,” Magnus said as they walked out.

Simon looked down at his phone at the lockscreen picture of himself and Jace taken just before the end of summer. He had convinced Jace to make a heart with him using their fingers. Jace had then of course kissed him as Clary took the picture and the heart came out more like a circle.

“Drink,” Raphael said interrupting his thoughts.

Simon looked up and saw him holding out a bottle of beer to him.

“Isn’t that Magnus’s good beer?” Simon asked.

“Yep,” Raphael smiled as he twisted off the cap.

“He’s going to kill you,” Simon chuckled as they sat back down on the couch.

“Worth it,” Raphael shrugged.

Simon frowned as he stared at his phone. It had been almost three days since he’d heard from Jace and he didn’t know whether to be worried or upset.

“Earth to Simon,” Magnus said. He reached over pinched his arm.

“Ow. What?” he frowned.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for the past hour,” Magnus answered. “You have that kicked puppy look Alec gets when he and I can’t hang out.”

“I do not look like a kicked puppy,” Alec said.

“You do, but it’s cute,” Magnus told him.

Alec sank a little in his seat and drank his coffee.

Simon started to speak when his phone began playing Jace’s personal ringtone. He excused himself from the table and walked outside as he answered.

“Where the hell have you been? I was worried,” Simon answered.

“Sorry, I got finished with finals and Clary needed me for her class and then I just got busy,” Jace told him.

“What’s busier than calling me to let me know you haven’t died of a Red Bull and espresso overdose?” Simon frowned.

“Showing up in person to let you know I haven’t died of a Red Bull and Espresso overdose,” Jace answered. “Turn around.”

“If this is another one of your jokes Jace, I swear to-” Simon cut himself off as he turned around and saw Jace standing a few feet off.

“I swear, if you do that running and jump hug thing they do in the movies I’m going back to NYU,” Jace told him.

Simon rolled his eyes. “No you won’t.”

“Yeah…I won’t,” Jace chuckled. They hung up and Jace made a dramatic show of throwing open his arms, and in doing so managed to smack Magnus in the face as he and Alec walked outside.

Simon winced and hurried over.

“Crap, I am so sorry,” Jace apologized.

“What the hell goldilocks?” Magnus winced and shot him a glare.

“Goldilocks? Who are you calling goldilocks, sparkles,” Jace frowned.

“Magnus let it go, you’re not even bleeding,” Alec tried to calm him down.

“Let it go? He just hit me in the face,” Magnus was still glaring at Jace. “Who does he think he is? Throwing his arms open like some cliche rom-com love interest?”

“Uh…this is Jace….my boyfriend,” Simon answered. “The one from the pictures…Jace this is Magnus, my RA and his boyfriend Alec.”

“You’re dating this heathen?” Magnus asked.

“Who are you calling heathen?” Jace asked.

“The man who hit me in the face,” Magnus answered.

“Well maybe your face shouldn’t have been in the way of my hand,” Jace shrugged.

“How about you put your face in front of my hand, and I’ll return the favor,” Magnus shot back.

Alec sighed and hoisted Magnus over his shoulder fireman style. Simon did not miss the casual once over Alec gave Jace and shot Simon an approving look.

“Enjoy your heartfelt reunion,” Alec said as he turned and carried Magnus away.

“Now where were we-”

“Hey Goldilocks,” Magnus called back.

Simon and Jace turned to see Magnus flipping Jace off.

“Ignore him,” Simon said. “He’s can be a bit of a drama queen. Once he calms down he’ll be cool.”

Simon looked at his phone as it buzzed.

I do not approve-MB

Simon rolled his eyes and put his phone in his pocket. He wrapped his arms around Jace’s neck.

“I believe we were about to have a heartfelt reunion?” Simon asked.

Jace grinned and leaned in to meet him for a kiss.  

All Of You~Park Jimin

Part one of BTS Plus Size series 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


That the only solution to any problem, but also the beginning of every single problem.

It isn’t that you are greatly obese,  or even obese. You’re thick, having large thighs, big tummy,  and streach marks. It made you, you. Sure people tell you to lose the extra weight, but that wasn’t you. You are happy, happy with your body, the way it jiggles and shakes when you dance at the club. You catch eyes of everyone in there most the time. Your confidence is what lures them in. Sure your scared, scared of being called names, but when it happened you had a herd of guys fighting over it. It made you feel great. You loved yourself, and most agreed when you called yourself beautiful.

But then he came into your life.

It wasn’t the fact he made you feel bad, but the looks people give you when you walk down the street.

He loves you, with every fiber in his being, and you felt yourself catch on fire when he touched you. Park Jimin, is the only man who stayed longer the a night. In reality he was only supposed to be a one night, forget the next day. But he couldn’t stop coming to club you partied at with your friends. His black eyes always catching you. Shorts, and a tight top. Hook up after hook up, you stopped trying with other guys. Your main goal was to get him out of his seat to watch you, to run his hands up and down your sides.

Soon the hook ups stopped being a random weekend nights to a late night phone calls and three simple words.

I miss you.

It made your heart melt. Leading to you laughing as you stumble into his bedroom. Sober, and happy. He didn’t just want a quick fuck, he wanted more that night.

Leading to you now slowly moving things in. Small things. Waking up to his arms wrapped around you, or his lips on yours as he begged you to wake up, wanting breakfast. It lead to the meeting of his friends, all slowly falling in love with your jokes and personality. Leading to Jimins jealous side come out for the first time. It was cute, fun and definitely worth it.

When the L word came rolling out his mouth one night proved how scared you really are. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel the same, because god did you. You just weren’t sure if it would last so you walked out to catch fresh air. You saw the look on his face as you walked out, defeated. He looked broken.

You didn’t plan on it, as you pace outside of the dorm building you and him were living in. As you did you felt a hand on your shoulder making you jump and turn to face one of his best friends,Yoongi.  He was older then you both, but held so many child like qualities. He was the first of Jimin’s friends you met, and he came around to your place to play video games or to watch you cook dinner. He became a good friend of yours.

“Why did Jimin call me panicking about you walking out after he told you he loved you?” His words weren't  harsh, he knew how scared you were to be hurt.You had expressed it to him one night after you and Jimin’s first offical fights. You were being insecure at a club you both went to when you saw a bunch of ‘skinny’ girls around him. “Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice cuts through as you felt your eyes burn.

“I-I don’t want to get hurt.” Was all you were able to say as you slid agains the buildings wall. “I’m being selfish I know that Yoongi, don’t need to give me that look.” You had you legs up as you wrap your arms around them, “I just…I just don’t get it. How does he love me? I can bearly bring my knees to my chest because of my belly, his shrit look normal on me, they don’t flow around my thighs like other girls would, the fit perfectly or sometime to tight. I’m so freaking big compared to hi-” you were cut off with Yoongi cover your mouth with a raised eyebrow, his brown eyes watch as he let go of your face and sat down in front off you.

“What happened to that confident girl we met months ago?”

“She fell in love with a boy, who is to good for her…a boy who is absolutely perfect.”

“Does Jimin think he’s perfect?”

“Well no, but he is in my eyes-”

“In your eyes? In his eyes you are perfect Y/N. Every flaw you have makes him love you more and more. So stop being selfish and scared and go and tell him you love him, and express your scared feelings.” He stood up and held a hand out for you to take, as he pulls you up he walked with you to the elvator and smiled. “Plus, you do know why he gets jealous right?” Rising and eyebrow at the boy he let out a laugh as he pushes you into the elvator. “You have a very big ass. Namjoom said he couldn’t get his eyes off it for the first week he knew you.” He said as the doors close making you let out a loud groan as you slolwy go up the floors.

As you reach your floor you step out to see your dorm open and small shuffling nosies coming out of there. As you walk in, you see Jimin had stared to clean, and mumble to himself. A habbit he picked up months ago when he had throw and glass dish at a wall when his anger had gotten the best of  him.

Letting out a breath you clear your throat and shut the door locking it when you felt yourself being pushed up against the door. His sent made your knees go weak as you turn around to face him,  he was looking at you with a small glare as he slams his hand against the door. “You don’t walk out like that again. Ever.” His voice was strained as he pushed his hips against yours. His eyes not looking at you as he let out a soft groan.

“I love you.” Your words were quiet, soft and light. It wasn’t like he hadn’t said them you not even two hours ago. He froze at the words and looked up at you. His lips were parted as he moved closer to you, if it was possible.

“Say it again.” His voice wasn’t soft, or gental. It sounded  possessive, demonic even. His hand roam you body as he pushes you harder into the door making you groan as his lips meat the exposed skin of your neck.

“I love you.“  Once the three words passed you lip again he bit into your skin making a choked moan leave you lips as you hips moved up to met his. The feeling of his grown bulge through his lose sweat pants made your core heat up.

A fire builds as his hands rush under your shtit letting it lift above your skin, onto the floor his lips trail down your neck, leaving shades of red and blue, as he reaches you bra he reaches behind you to unclip it, as if fall of you shoulders he lets out a growl at the sight of you. His heart was thumping against his chest as his eyes roam down you body, the red to white lines that crawled over you hips and the front of you stomach made his mouth water. The way you belly slightly over filled your tight pants. As his eyes met you breast he couldn’t help but latch his mouth into to the thin skin on top of one. The felsh became raw quickly as your hand ran through his hair making him groan as you tug at the dark locks of his hair. As he pulls away you slowly push him to the couch that was a couple step from the door. He flips it around making you fall on to the brown leather as he stand between you legs he let out a groan.

“I love you.” You whisper making him pull his shrit off as he goes back to trailing his lips back down your body. His hands pulling at the strings of your tight sweat pants. As he tugs them down with your underwear leaving you bare.  “Jimin…no.” you whimper when you feel his finger run up you dripping slit. His head snaps up as he let out a small wine as you tug him. Sitting up you were at the perfect hight to his lower belly. Falling onto your knees you trail rough kisses down his skin, leaving the blue marks that make him feel proud. As you untie his jogggers your met his his hard-on.

His dick was up in the air almost hitting his stomach his tip was a painful pink color, with pre-cum dripping from it. As you touch it with the tip of your fingers he legs shake, as he grips your hand around him. As you move, he let out a low moan, looking up at him his eyes were shut, head thrown to the side as his mouth slacks open. His hand was around your wrist controling the speed you were going at.

You tongue ran along his tip making him let out a scraggly cry, his hand wrapping into your hair as you let him slip into you mouth. The salty flavor of of pre-cum made you slightly gag as it hit the back of your throat. His hips jerk as he holds you head in place, you hands were now placed on his hips as you hollow out your cheeks. The small sucking motion made him let out a slur of curse words and your name. Moving up and down his hands still in you hair he let out groans that sounded broken up with you name and ‘I love you’s’, he finally pulls you off of him when he stared to twitch in your mouth. You had a string of silva falling out of your mouth as he stood you up, his hand on your shoulder as he leans his fourehead against yours.

“I love you. All of you.” He runs his thumb over your lip cleaning you up a bit as he looks to the couch then back to you. Reading his thoughts by the way his eyes look to you. Letting your body slolwy lay down on the couch, he climbs ontop of you as he moves his body between your legs, his hands running his tip up and down you dripping core.

“Jimin.” You wine making his eyes reach up as he smrik and pushed into you. It wasn’t as rough as he always was, it was gental, full of passion. His arms fall next your head as his mouth hangs open for a moment he waits for both him and you adjust to the feeling. One of his hand reach down to grip your love handles making you look away, hoping his eyes didn’t catch you look away. You always look away, but this time he did.

“Y/N.” He mumbled pulling back the moving back with int you. “Look at me.” His words made you look ip into his eyes as he free hand move to cups you cheeks. “All of you. I love all of you.” He the starts to move faster making you moan as your arms roam up and down his back. Mangled bodies filled to the brim of body heat, and passion. His lips leaving more and more mark over you skin, your lips doing the same. The pruple and blue marks calming the other persons body in away.

As he stared to go deeper you couldn’t help but scream out his name making a smile fall on his lips as your legs wrap around his waist. Soon your walls were tightening around him,making him let out a low but loud groan of you name. One last deep thrust and you were gone, you felt your vocal cords going blank, eyes rolling back of your head. He lets our a groan as he lets go at the sight of you. His body falling on top as he grinds into you. His seed filling you up as he let out a loud cry of your name.

A few mintes pass and he was still inside of you, his breath had claimed down as yours had. Your hand were running through his hair as he let out a humm of satisfaction. “I really do love you Jimin. It just scares me.” Your words made him pull back from you aa he finally slips out of you. The empty feeling making you wince as you close yout eyes, he rolls you onto your side as you feel him pull a shirt that was clearly his at the smell that surround you, over your shoulders. He climbs in next to you and runs his hands down you neck.

“I know Y/N…just..I wish you would walked to the room not out of the building. I didn’t chases after you because that last time I did thay I almost lost you. I..I just wish you would understand I love every piece of you. I love all of you.” You smile as he kisses your lips again.

“Now what is this that Suga told me about Namjoon looking at my ass?” A smile on your face as the question falls from you lips after a momments of silence.

“I’m going to kill Suga.”

Married to a Monster - Eleven

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Paring: kaiXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Angst&Fluff || husband!Jongin, best friend!Jongdae, best friend!Minseok

Summary: Being forced into a marriage with your first love/childhood best friend is messy - especially when he was the sole reason you attempted to kill yourself and the reason your body is riddled with scars. Old wounds were opened but you pushed yourself to figure things out, if not for yourself, then for your deceased sister whose death seemed to keep haunting you and Jongin.

Notes: This series will contain talk of suicide, self-harm, abuse, death and possibly more. Smut will be rated [M]. Trigger Warning: this chapter contains depictions of self-harm.

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