will you look at his perfect face

3

Aspyn walks out the back of the café and spies a young lady with black, well styled hair. Her clothes are immaculate and Aspyn notices a very expensive gold watch on her wrist as she raises a hand to check that her hair is still looking perfect. Yes, this has to be her.

She walks up behind her and plasters a fake, warm smile onto her face as she takes a seat opposite her.

Aspyn: “Hi there, you must be Iris Cunningham?”

Iris snorts with derision which causes Aspyn to look at her with a raised eyebrow. Well, well, looks like this lady has some attitude.

Iris: “Ugh. It’s you. What do you want?”

Aspyn: “Hmm…I’d like you to watch your manners, Miss Cunningham. I come to you with -”

Iris: “MY manners? That’s laughable. You’re Aspyn Cho, you make a living out of being rude to others!”

Dream Catcher.

Veth’s nightmares needed to stop. He didn’t deserve them. He deserved peaceful sleep. This last nightmare had Veth believing things that were far from the truth and it had left Petra in a state of raw pain and discomfort. Never did she want to witness that look in his eyes again when she stood before him, trying to ease the torment to offer her love in order to calm his soul. Never did she want to see the look of betrayal or hurt along his face again when it came to their shared love.

Never.

And so, she trusted this to work. With all her faith and belief, this had to work. She stared long and hard at the dream catcher she’d made for him. It had taken a few days of constructing in secret, of procuring the supplies she wanted to use in order to make it personal, special. But it was three days worth of creativity and love poured into the creation of something she prayed to whatever gods there were that this worked to help stave off his nightmares, or at the very least to make them less intense. 

Petra sighed a long, drawn out breath from her nostrils, the edge of her thumb becoming nibbled on by her teeth as she lost herself in thought and admired her handiwork. There were blue beads the color of the sky in the center to represent her eyes, which she knew to be one of Veth’s favorite colors now. There was lace of sky-blues and flowers of her favorite pinks, Petra’s own inspiration and taste. And there were even a few scrap nuts and bolts she’d found to hang along the tassels and near the feathers, creating a Veth-like feel and having it be made specifically for him. And the emerald gems would signify his own eyes, his soul.

Despite never creating something like this before? She loved it. And she hoped he did as well. They could hang it right above their bed along their headboard if he chose to. Near to his soul, to let the nightmares find their way into the flowered web, only to be stuck there and allow the dreams to go through with ease. The dreams would then travel down the feathers and twine and lace, to finally settle over his sleeping form, allowing him to be at peace at night. And then, when the first rays of the morning light filtered into their window to brush its warm embrace along the web where the nightmares were caught? They would be obliterated into nothingness, never having reached their target to taint his peaceful sleep again.

Or so the saying goes. 

It was time to give it to him, however – so she pushed up from where she sat in the middle of his workshop, scooped up the dream catcher, and ran out the door to find him. 

((A gift to @musingsofamute. Shout out and HUGE thank you to @jazitupart for drawing an authentic and original dream catcher for this huge development with Petra and Veth!))

Wanna know why this is my favorite picture of Ethan??

1. He’s wearing a tank top
2. He looks so incredibly done
3. He also has this little like grin going on like he knows something that you don’t
4. “Oh really?”
5. Perfect response when someone asks you something but you’re feeling sneaky and don’t wanna answer
6. Every time you zoom in and in and in and in on his face, the expression seems to get more comical.

That’s all.

Reunion

“You grew up.”

He laughs, rough and edging just slightly on bitter.

“Yeah, that happens when you disappear for two years.”

Derek’s eyes flit downward, and Stiles waits for him to comment on the FBI vest strapped to his chest but he doesn’t. His eyes only go so far as Stiles’ mouth, flicking back to his eyes and then down again, lingering, before sliding away. A warmth blooms out from Stiles’ chest, crawling up his neck and coiling downward, and this definitely isn’t the time for this but they haven’t seen each other in a year and a half, not even pictures because why the hell would Stiles have a picture of Derek (and he’s spent too long cursing not having pictures of Derek) and he finds his own eyes lingering.

“…You look exactly the same.” And that’s not true because Derek actually looks better, but there’s no real way to explain that Stiles hadn’t been able to hold all of the goddamn perfection of Derek’s face in his memory. He’d thought he had, but his eyes keep flitting around now and holding, catching on little details, little rushes of rediscovery in those eyes, that jaw, his teeth, his mouth, his…

Stiles wets his lips, and Derek’s looking again.

“We should––”

“I should have called,” Derek says at the same time, and Stiles blinks, breaking off, confusion pinching his brows because Derek hadn’t known Stiles was coming. He’d had no reason to call. Except… “After… Peter told me what happened, and I…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t any less fine than anything else from that shit show. It wasn’t any worse than Derek leaving town and getting rid of his phone to begin with.

“I felt sick the whole time you were gone,” Derek presses on, quick and urgent, like the words had been fighting for months to bubble loose and are finally breaking free. “I felt… Cora said it seemed like I’d just… emptied out. On the full moon, I could barely––”

Stop it.” It stung, because he’d thought Derek would care. For the longest time he’d felt like Derek should care, and deciding he didn’t was the first stepping stone to pulling himself together after… after the Benefactor.

Or… fuck, maybe Derek had cared, but he hadn’t cared enough to stay, to keep in contact, to check in when Stiles had needed… needed someone.

No, fuck. Needed him.

“This isn’t the time,” he says, firmly, because a fucking FBI SWAT team is nearby somewhere and there’s still a target painted on Derek’s back, and the fact that Stiles wants to crawl onto his lap and beat the crap out of him at the same time doesn’t matter, because Stiles is here to save his life. Again.

Derek parts his lips, looks like he wants to argue… and ends up just nodding, looking away up the street.

Stiles makes it a whole three steps toward the next corner before swinging back on him, balled fist smacking his bicep.

“Why didn’t you call?”

Derek doesn’t flinch at the blow. Sighs softly. When he meets Stiles’ eyes, the look in them’s enough to send months of coiled anger scattering.

“I would have gone back.”

“…What?” Stiles feels breathless on the word. Derek looks away, hands lost in the depths of his pockets and stance set in the defeated posture of a man with no way to win.

“If I’d heard your voice. If you’d asked. If you’d even sounded anything less than happy––” He grits his teeth, sharp and sudden, head ducking against some ugly thought. “…And I didn’t want to hear you happy, either.” That falls out lower, tight and rough like a secret shame.

“You didn’t want to hear me happy,” Stiles echoes, numb, and then slowly: “Without you.”

And he only understands Derek’s meaning because it’s been echoing in his own chest for over a year–– that stupid, selfish war of wanting to know he’s happy, and not wanting to know he’s happy, not wanting to hear him making a life and finding bliss in a way Stiles couldn’t give him. He’d always wanted to know Derek was doing well, so much that he’d lain up at night sometimes picturing new, bright, sometimes ridiculously corny futures for him… but the thought had always been as agonizing as it was hopeful and Stiles had never slept well afterward. And then he’d spent other nights up hating himself for being selfish enough to half-hope Derek might not be happy.

Might fail out there in the world, and come home.

Derek’s eyes are on his again, wide and shock-soft in a way Stiles had only glimpsed on him once before: the rush of thinking you’re alone in the world and realizing for one beautiful instant that you’re understood

He can feel a matching expression lighting up his own eyes.

“We’re idiots,” he breathes, and Derek shakes his head, barely seeming to feel the movement.

“I couldn’t go back there.”

“But you could have known I fucking missed you as much as––” He breaks off, despite everything suddenly unsure. “…you missed me?”

“I missed you.” Derek promises, not missing a beat.

“You missed me,” Stiles echoes, and it’s everything he never knew he needed to hear. They watch each other for too long, stunned, awed stillness.

And then the slam of a car door in the distance pulls them back; reminds them where they are and what’s happening. Derek blinks away, looking out and alert toward the street, but Stiles can see a faint flush around his ears, a happy pull that won’t quite die on his lips.

“This isn’t the time,” Derek says, and Stiles nods. There are villains to stop. People to save.

“This isn’t the time,” he echoes, but he’s smiling as he turns to head up the street. “Later.”

It sounds like a promise worth keeping.

3

Harry knew you were the one, he knew the moment he saw you standing there in one of his t shirts and a pair of shorts in his kitchen making a cup of tea that he was going to marry you. When he told the lads they poked fun at him for calling you his “soulmate” when he had only known you a few short months. He couldn’t fight the feeling he got in the pit of his tummy when you’d turn and smile at him, he couldn’t help the heat that would rise to his cheeks when you’d catch him staring at you and he just couldn’t shake the feeling of pure happiness he felt when you’d turn and snuggle closer to him in your sleep.

He knew he had to tell you how he was feeling, his problem was he didn’t exactly know how to go about telling you just how deeply in love with you he was. He didn’t know if it was something he should make a romantic dinner for or if he could simply state it over a cup of coffee in the morning before the two of you went your separate ways to work. He knew that if he didn’t tell you soon he was sure just going to let it slip out at the total wrong moment.

When he walked into the bedroom and saw you sitting at the end of the bed slipping off your heels he thought that now would be as good a time as any. You had just gotten home from a dinner with your friends, something that always led to you getting home later than normal and a bit more cuddly. He smiled as he leaned against the doorway and watched you fall back onto the bed as you let out a soft sigh.

“Ya wanna know somethin H?” Your voice was a bit muffled as you flopped over onto your tummy and turned your head to look at him. You propped your head up on your hands as your elbows dug into the soft comforter that was on the bed. Harry just raised an eyebrow at you causing you to giggle.

“What’s on your mind love?” His voice was soft and sweet as always, it was like music to your ears making you just grin at him. You couldn’t have looked more perfect to Harry than you did in that very moment. Your hair was falling around your face as your eyes had a shine to them as they looked into his, your smile was causing your dimple to show and you just looked so blissful as you laid on the bed the two of you shared.

“You’re it for me ya know?” Harry felt his heart start to beat faster as you just shrugged a little as you continued to just stare at him. “Like I’m probably gonna marry you.” And just like that Harry felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his chest, he couldn’t fight the grin that took over his face as he walked towards his slightly tipsy girlfriend.

“Ya gonna marry me?” He asked and you just nodded your head as you flopped back over onto your back causing Harry to just laugh as he sat down next to you. “Wouldn’t mind that.” He added in a whisper as you scooted closer to him so you could rest your head in his lap.

“Love you.” Harry just smiled as he began to run his fingers through your hair, soon your eyes were fluttering closed as Harry leaned down and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“You’re my soulmate petal, love you more than I’m ever gonna love anyone.” He knew you heard him by the way your mouth formed a small smile. “You’re it for me.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth before he slowly moved your head from his lap.

He slowly moved you up so your head was now on your pillow, he tucked you into bed and placed a quick kiss to the top of your head before turning the lamp off that was on your nightstand. When he finally made his way into the bed he couldn’t help but take this time to truly look at you. His bedside lamp was the only light in the room and your sleeping body just looked perfect in his eyes, he was quite pleased with the fact the two of you were on the same page when it came to your future. He was more relaxed knowing you felt the same, you truly were his soulmate and he was yours and together the two of you could handle whatever life was going to throw at you.

Steve/Bucky whoops drunk texted the BFF you’re into him trope

Bucky: Sometimes I look at you and want you so badly I forget

Bucky: I forget that we’ve been friends for over a decade

Bucky: I forget why it’s a bad idea

Bucky: All I think about is touching you and how you’d taste and that we’re probably perfect for each other

Bucky: I forget to forget

x.x.x.

Bucky woke up to the sun shining in through a crack in his closed curtains and hitting his eyes dead on.  He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes, and rolled over so his face was smooshed into his pillow.  His mouth was dry and tasted like fermented things, and his head hurt from drinking too much the night before.

He tried to focus on when he’d finally left the bar and wandered home, but all he could remember was the string of texts he’d sent Steve and he ended up pushing himself up into a sitting position so fast he experienced a dizzy moment of vertigo.

He might puke and not from the hangover.

His phone was plugged into the charger right where he always left it, looking innocuous and not like it had betrayed the secret he’d managed to keep for the last five years.  Tentatively he reached out and picked it up, pressing the button to turn on the lockscreen.

Steve: WHAT

Well, Bucky thought, maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.  Maybe he hadn’t sent everything he thought he sent.  Steve was likely to all-caps WHAT to Bucky for half of his drunk texts, mostly because Bucky got philosophical and started quoting obscure Aristotelian theories to him.  Bucky liked to joke he was smarter while drunk while Steve rolled his eyes and told him that maybe if he stopped underrepresenting his own intelligence all the time it wouldn’t seem that way.

Well, Bucky thought a little hysterically as he stared at the chain of texts he’d sent Steve the night before, where was all that intelligence now?

Fuck.  He was so stupid.

He closed his eyes for a moment and tried not to think about his whole world caving in.  Yeah.

It was somehow worse that Steve had sent WHAT more than half an hour before and then hadn’t followed it up with anything.  Somehow, Bucky had almost expected to wake up to a confession in return, or at least something more definitive.  

Fuck. He scrubbed his hand over his face. This was the worst.  Now he had to decide whether to make the brave move again and he wasn’t drunk this time to make it seem like a good idea.

He was just considering the merits of haha yeah you’re hot :p but idk what I drank last night to encourage this VS. I meant every word when someone unlocked the door to his apartment.

Bucky was holding his phone and staring at his bedroom door with a wide-eyed sort of panic when Steve burst into it.

“WHAT?” he said in person, staring at Bucky and sweating a little like he’d run up all four flights of stairs to Bucky’s apartment after speed-walking over.

Bucky stared at him and then wordlessly held up his phone.

Steve stared back.

“Did you drunk confess to me?” Steve asked, sounding a bit strangled.

“I’m not going to sober confess it to you,” Bucky pointed out, wry and vaguely annoyed that Steve came over for this conversation so he had to actually look at him.  Steve was way too polite and gentlemanly and well raised. He needed to get with the generation who texted this type of shit like Bucky had, apparently.  

“Why not?”

“Why?  That’s not the type of thing you tell your best friend.  Oh hey Steve so sometimes I don’t think of you platonically, so now you’re going to feel weird around me when we cuddle on the couch during movies and shift away from potential boners.”

“Try this: Oh hey Bucky, maybe I wouldn’t shift away from them if I knew they existed!”

“WHAT?”

“EXACTLY,” Steve yelled back, looking way too smug and vindicated for this moment. What an asshole.

“I… what?” Bucky repeated.  He stared at Steve silently for a few moments. The moment was ladened.  “Are we going to make out now?”

“It smells like beer sweats and regret in here,” Steve pointed out, wrinkling his nose.  “I’m going to go home and get ready for work and you’re going back to sleep.  Then you’re going to shower and come over for a movie tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“Bring your potential boners,” Steve said as a parting shot as he walked out of the bedroom.

Yeah, like Bucky was going to sleep after that.

Bruise [ VIII ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by missmanfreda

The jacket around your chest felt too loose, cheeks puffy as the cool air nipped at them while you shuffle your feet against the damp pavement. The snow had melted but the low temperature had stayed, the ground covered by thin patches of ice. It was far too late out to be alone in front of the convenience store, but the buzzing of your phone fifteen minutes before hand had been enough to drag you outside at the hour. You’d wanted to see Chanyeol for days,  the both of you so busy you still hadn’t gotten a chance to see eachother more than a few minutes for an entire week. You’d been trying to focus on the overwhelming amount of coursework professors were dumping on you, while Chanyeol was having a busy time at the studio; at least that’s what he said.

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bts scenario: appreciation

i saw this in my inbox and thought it was so cute! hope you enjoy! xx

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jin: jin was particularly insecure about his fingers, this was a widely known fact. so when you saw jin staring at his fingers as he bent them and pulled at them you gently took his hands in yours. “don’t do that jinnie,” you smiled softly at him, “your hands are beautiful, you don’t need to change anything about yourself. jin smiled before leaning his forehead against yours, “i’m sorry.” you shook your head, “you don’t need to apologize jin, just know that you’re beautiful no matter what.” soft kisses were exchanged for the rest of the night. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

yoongi: yoongi wasn’t the best at sharing his feelings, but you could always tell when he was upset. his fingers curled and uncurled as he tried to restrain his frustration. “yoongz?” you asked softly and his eyes flew over to you, the anger leaving them as soon as he made eye contact with you, “what’s wrong?” yoongi looked down at his keyboard, “i’m a shitty songwriter.” your brow furrowed as you scooted closer to him, “min yoongi,” you started, “that is not true, do not put yourself down like that. you’re amazing.” yoongi nuzzled into your hair as you calmed him down.

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

hoseok: hoseok sometimes got frustrated with himself when he couldn’t get the choreography 100% correct. “hobi,” you turned off the music, “come here.” hoseok looked over at you as he breathed heavily and sat down next to you. “i know you want to get this perfect, but you need to take a break okay?” your fingers threaded through his hair. hoseok went to retort but you stopped him, “you can’t get everything right all the time, you need to rest. you’re an amazing dancer hobi.” hoseok pulled you into his arms as he promised a night full of junk food and movies. 

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

namjoon: namjoon’s hands slammed down on his desk as he threw his headphones off to the side. “fuck,” he swore as he dragged his hands down his face. “hey hey,” you said as you pulled his hands away, laying your hands on his cheeks, “what’s wrong?” “i can’t get this melody right,” namjoon huffed but leaned into your touch. “that’s okay baby,” you said, “you just need a break okay? how does sushi sound?” namjoon’s eyes immediately lit up at the promise of sushi, and that’s when you knew you would do anything to make him smile.

Originally posted by je0n

jimin: jimin poked and prodded at his skin as you watched with a frown on your face. “jiminie,” you said with a chastising voice, which made jimin look down at the floor. “i gained weight,” he said with a voice full of sorrow. “baby,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, “your body is perfect okay? gaining weight is okay. what’s important is that you’re happy.” jimin leaned into your neck and hugged you close, pressing kisses to your neck as a thanks. 

Originally posted by bubblegumochi

taehyung: taehyung’s finger pushed against the freckles on his face while frowning. “tae what are you doing?” you asked as you watched his ministrations. “i don’t like my freckles,” he stated as he poked at the one on his cheekbone. pulling his hands away from his face, you began to place kisses on every freckle you could see. “well i love your freckles,” you said, “do you know which one is my favorite?” taehyung shook his head. “this one,” you placed a kiss on the edge of taehyung’s nose, making him break out into giggles. 

Originally posted by danielsoftgf

jungkook: jungkook huffed for what seemed like the 100th time tonight as he sat on the couch while looking down at his lap. “it’s okay kookie,” you said softly as you grabbed his hands, “you did good.” jungkook shook his head, “no i didn’t, i’m supposed to be the golden maknae.” you frowned at his words, “it’s okay to not be perfect all the time baby, i know you messed up a little on your vocals, but your voice just needs some rest, alright?” kissing the frown at the edge of jungkook’s lips, you finally felt some of the tension beginning to leave his body. 

Originally posted by ggukz

I commissioned a modern Tarzan and Jane from the incredibly talented @punziella and here’s the final result!! I couldn’t be happier with it, it’s absolutely perfect and I just love it so so much I can’t stop staring at it, thank you so much Pauline!!

BTS REACTION: you wanting to be intimate with them but you’re too shy.

Jin

Jin sat awkwardly at the end of the sofa, you at the other end. You both decided to watch movies, but you were acting weird. It wasn’t like you didn’t know each other. He was your boyfriend after all. He just wanted you to be closer, even if it was just a tad closer. he cleared his throat, trying to earn a response from you.

nothing

he frowned. 

“y/n?” he asked. You looked over, meeting his sweet eyes.

“You’re a little far…” he said. You immediately became shy, cheeks turning a beat red color. 

“I-i..” you stuttered. A concerned look grew onto his face, and he pushed some of your hair out of your face, bringing you a little closer to him. Despite what you thought, his touch was comforting.

“You what jagi..” he whispered.

“Well.. you’re my first real relationship.. so I don’t.. I’m awkward when it comes to this stuff.. I wanna be close to you.. I just don’t know how? If that makes sense? It doesn’t..” you rambled. A soft smile formed on his lips.

“it makes perfect sense.. we’ll take it slow.. okay?” he asked. You nodded slowly. He sat back, putting his arm on the top of the sofa. You sat close to him, laying your head on his chest, earning a smile from Jin. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga

Suga wasn’t the most affectionate person. Yes he kissed you, and held you’re hand. But that was about it. It was actually odd. But you didn’t mind because you weren’t used to being close to another person. You usually got irked by other people, which is probably why Yoongi liked you so much. He told you he was gonna drop by, but you didn’t know when that was gonna be. He was in the studio, and when it came to nights like that, you usually didn’t hear from him. You left a key for him under the mat, and began drifting off to sleep when you heard your door open. You looked up and saw a very sleepy yoongi at about 3 am.”

“baby?” you whispered. No response. He walked over to your bed, almost zombie like.

“yoongi..” you said. He laid in bed, pulling you close to him, and laying on your chest. He cuddled you, so he was close you. You tensed up, but eventually relaxed and got into the motions, running your fingers through his hair.

“i’ve had a long day..” he whispered.

“tell me about it..” you said. He began filling you in, making it an almost perfect night. While you grew comfortable, he felt content, because he knew he had broken through your hard exterior some how.

Originally posted by kpoop

J Hope

He was always confused. Every time he tried pulling you close, or kissing you when you two were in his room, you would shy away. You could tell he was confused, and decided to finally tell him how you felt. A confused look grew onto his face.

“That’s all? Jagiiiii” he teased. You groaned, swatting him away. He pulled you clsoe to him, kissing your face.

“That is absolutely pure and innocent I love it.. but you need to be comfortable with me.. I’m not going anywhere” he said. A smile grew onto your face.

“okay okay..” you said.

Originally posted by jaayhope

Rap Monster

He loved every part of you. He literally would love to just softly stroke your hand, or softly touch your cheek, just to simply see your cheeks flush. You were a piece of art that he loved to admire. But you never liked to be intimate with him, which was insanely concerning. One night, you bother sat in the studio and he sighed, sitting back. He felt flustered and confused. You could see him getting frustrated. He was tired, and overworked. 

“baby?” you whispered. 

“hmm” he replied, rubbing his templed.

“are you okay?” you asked.

“no.. baby i’m not” he said.

“can I help with anything?” you asked. 

“Can you just come sit on my lap please.. I just wanna hold you..” he said, looking over at you. Your cheeks lit up.

“i-i.. I meant like a water or something..” you stuttered. He sighed, looking at his computer. 

“Right.. I’m fine.” he mumbled. You immediately felt bad.

“joon…” you whispered, walking over to him. 

“no y/n it’s fine..” he mumbled. 

“i’m.. just not as experienced or anything.. you know you’re my first serious relationship.. I’m not used to doing things like that..” you whispered. You knew at time you were absolutely ridiculous and distant from him. He had every right to be upset. But guilt struck him. He had completely forgotten about that. 

“it’s okay baby..” he whispered, softly kissing your hand. You shyly made your way around him, sitting on his lap. All the tension in his body seemed to evaporate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his head to your chest, and softly made circles in his hair. 

“i’m just tired..” he whispered.

“I know..”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Jimin

Jimin planned a whole candle lit picnic to celebrate your month of being together. It was the sweetest gesture that anyone could’ve possibly done for you. After dinner, you sat across from him feeling fully of glee. 

“Thank you for everything Jimin..” you said. He smiled at you. 

“anything for you.. can I have a kiss?” he asked. Your cheeks immediately heated up. You were still insanely shy with Jimin, simply because he was well….

Jimin

“y/n?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I.. um..” you stuttered and he gave you a small smile.

“I just.. Jimin you’re so.. yoouuuuuuu. You make me nervous..” you groaned, causing him to chuckle. 

“stop.. I’m normal.. you know me.. you don’t have to be shy with me” he said. You smiled softly, moving closer to him. 

“I don’t?” you asked. He shook his head, bringing his face closer to yours.

“nope.” he whispered. You closed the space between the two of you, by placing your plump lips against his. 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

V/Taehyung

Thunder roared from outside your window. You jumped slightly, causing your boyfriend concern. 

“jagiyaa? you okay?” he asked. You nodded, immediately lying to your boyfriend. You knew if you said you were scared, he would wanna cuddle you which terrified you. You wanted to cuddle with him, but you were genuinely scared to simply because of how inexperienced you were. 

“you’re lying” he said. You ran your fingers through your hair uncomfortably. 

“jagi come here.” he cooed, immediately pulling you close to him. You seemed o relax, causing him to smile. 

“see..” he said, kissing your temple. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook

Jungkook was shy, everyone knew that. But the only exception was you. He was the one to always initiate kisses with you, and cuddles. You were always insanely shy around him. 

“why are you so shy around me?” he asked out of the blue. Your cheeks heated up, and you took a deep breath.

“my ex wasn’t so kind to my kookie.. He was always harsh and cold to me.. so I just assumed everyone was like that… I’m experienced in a way honestly..” you whispered. Kookie’s jaw dropped and he pulled you to him.

“i would never do that to you.” he cooed

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

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He Has A Breakdown~BTS Scenario

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Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

It wasn’t a good day from the start for Jin, he woke up an hour late to an empty bed. He wasn’t able to eat breakfast before practice or show from the dance practice the night before. So it was no surprise when you came home for a long day he was laying on the couch with a worried Namjoon standing above him. “What happened?” You mumble as he walks to you, grabbing his things as you kick your shoes off.


“Fainted, he hasn’t eaten all day and woke up late, and end up being late for practice.” His words made you frown and nod, as you open the door for him.


“Thank you Namjoon.” You smile making him bow.


“Take care of him,Noona.” You nod as he walks away, as you shut the door you hear a graon. Walking to the couch you bend down and cup his face. He looks at you with a frown, his eyes fluttering as he let out a breath. His hand leaning closer to the palm of you hand he starts to shake lightly.


“Oh baby.” You whisper as he rolls to his side. Grabbing onto your arm,your other one foing around him as you kiss the side of his head. “Warm bath?” You whisper making him nod, “Did Namjoon feed you anything?” Again a nod. “Okay, let me get the warm bath all ready for you.


"Thank you.” He whimpers as you let yous lips touch his, a smile spreading on his lips but falling once you left him.


“I’ll be back.” Your words seems to bring him peace as you start to fill the tub. A hum leaving your lips as you hear a groan. Turning around you see a half naked Jin leaning against the doorway. “I could’ve gotten you.”


“Not broken, just tried.” He whispers leaning against the counter of the bathroom. “Can you help me with my pants?” His question made you stand up as you untie them, slolwy pullung them and his boxers down. “Join me?” A amile spreeds across your face as you nod. Slipping out of your clothing you help him in, soon following. Your back pressed agains his chest as you take deep breaths. “I love you.”



Suga

Originally posted by sugaa

All day, everyday for the past month and half Yoongi has been sleeping at the stuido. Bearly coming home, the comback slolwy taking him from his human life. Of course you understood it, you had too when dating him, work will be number one at times. Most nights, well more like every night, you were with him. Alseep on the couch with Holly on your stomach. But one night you weren’t able to come till late. Which you see now wasn’t the best choice.


Min Yoongi is a patient, and claim guy. But with the stress of the comback, both musically and physically he didn’t think he could do it all. So having you there in the studio helped him. When he panicked or got frustrated he’d look to you. With you slightly parted lips and messy hair somehow helped him. But tonight when he panicked you weren’t there. So when you come in, food in hand and a smile on your face you see his body curled into a ball. His freashly died blue hair a tangled mess, and his eyes puffy and face read. Placing your food down you slolwy walk to him.


“Yoongi?” Your voice made his head snap up, a whimper leaving his body and he throws himself at you making you fall onto your back. His body ontop of yours as his head nuzzled into your neck. Yous hand gripping his sweater as he violently shakes in your arms.


“Yo-you weren’t here.” He whispers making you tighten your hold onto him, “I needed t-to talk to you an-”


“I know, and I’m sorry baby.” You whisper, lips touching the crown of his head. “But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”



J-Hope

Originally posted by hose0k

The slamming of the front door made you jump from your spot on the couch. Your eyes widen when you saw a pale looking Hoseok. His eyes met yours and tears begin to fall, making you quickly stand up and catch him before he falls to his knees. Somehow your body doesn’t give out as you hold his shaking body in your hands. Slolwy bringing him to the couch as you place him down he grips your shrit. His hand clinging to you as he shakes, making you fall into his lap.


“Shhh…I’ve got you.” You whisper, lips pressed to his temple as you hold him close to you. His hand resting on your back, gripping the fabric that covers you.


“Bad recording day.” He whispers after a few minutes, you nod as you went to move be he held onto you. Keeping you where you say. “Stay here for a little while longer.” He whispers as you look down at him, his chin resting on your chest aa you run your hand through his hair.


“As long as you want.”




Rap Monster

Originally posted by mn-yg

Being the leader of one of the biggest K-Pop groups is tough enough, but being Rap Monster and Namjoon at the same time as being BTS great leader was harder. He was a people pleasure, loved to make peple happy, to make thwm feel love. But sometimes he’d forget to love himself,leading to him breaking. So it was no surprise to you when walked into your bedroom to see him just laying there. Eyes looking the the ceiling, body wrapped in a sweatshirt you’ve stolen one to many time, and eyes puffy and red. Laying next ro him you two sit in silence, when he opens his mouth. “You know the ancient Egyptians believe in a better life after death and being mummified is the only way to get there. When they die, they would place all of their favorite things with them in their tomb so it would come with them. If an Emperor died it whole court would sacrifice their lives to join him.” He mumbles making you squint your eyebrow as you turn your head to him.


“What the fuck was that?”


“Something I remembered for school..” he sigh rolling onto his side to face you. You body follows as he reaches ovee and cups your face. “Greek God and Goddes-”


“Shut up.” You mumble pulling him into a kiss, “You always put out facts when you get like this.” You whisper making him frown, but a smile rises in his face a second later.


“You always give me back rubs wh-”


“Fine.”


Jimin

Originally posted by jjks

You woke up to his bare back, his eyes having bags under them as he let out deep breaths. You reached forward to touch his back only leading him to jump away from your touch. “Just.. please don’t touch me right now.” He whispers rushing to the bathroom slamming and locking the door.You were left there eyes wide, and your heart beating out of your chest. So you decide to get up out of bed, throwing one of his sweatshrit over you tangtop covered body. His smell wraps around you, walking to the kitcgen you couldn’t help but let your mind go as you cook. Different scenarios about what had gotten Jimin so upset run through your mind. A hand slids across your back making you jump, there Jimin stood, two plates in hand. He nods at you, as you place food on both, taking then to the table you move to sit with him. Sitting in silence, you eat toll his fork just drop as he pushes the food away.


“Jimin?” You question, his body was shaking, his eyes close as a tears fell down his face.


“I shouldn’t have eate-” You stop him by reaching over the table and taking his hand in yours. “Don-”


“Shut up, and tell me what going on?” He lets out a puff as air as he take his hand from me to cover his face.


“I weighed myself…” He whispered making you stand up and walk to him. Arms wrapping around his neck as he grips you arm. “I jusy don’t…I-” he stops as his brrathing becomes rapid as his grip tightens on you. His sobs made hus body shake as he let out small cries of pain. “I need to be a certain weig-”


“No you don’t. ” you mumble making him sigh, “You’re thinner then me….Do you want to do morning workouts togther, since if you need to lose weight then I clearly do t-.” His body jerks around and covers my mouth.


“Don’t even go there.” He grumble glaring at you, “You’re perfect.” He look up at you his hands going around you eaist as your whip the tears from hiss face.


“So are you….but I’m beeing seriou-”


“We are not working out togther.”


“Why?”


“You know why.”


V

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Laughter filled the air of the studio, your body laying on a couch with your boyfriend Taehyung who has hus hed against your chest. Your hand was going through hus hair whne all of a sudden Suga came in and ask if he could record his part of the song again. Your bodyfriend sighed by got up anyway, his lip tocuing the bottom of your jaw before he left making you both smile as Jungkook gagged. About half hour later Suga came in wih a worried look, you body sitting up in a split second when you hear a slught cry the a crash. You rush past Suga Jungkook trailing behind you wheb you see it. Your boyfriend sitting on the ground, hair a mes and eyes puffy. Looking behind you to see Jungkook wide eyes, it made you break a little. “I got this.” You mumbled to the two boys, they bothe bodded and left. Your bent down to Taes leavel then brought you unto you chest. His body shaking as he hang onto you.


“Why cant I be like the other guy? They all have thrse soft voices then the-”


“Shut up."you mumbled pressing your lips to the side of his face "You make this band have an edge , giving them a base type voicw. Its sext too.” Your words made him smile as he nodded his face hiding in your neck when Suag and Kook come in veiw. “He’s all good.”


Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

It was abnormal for you thing for you to go to seelp on your own. Jungkook hating you sleeping alone so he always found ways to sleep next to you. So waking up in the middle of the night to an empty bed was a surprise to you. Leaving the bedroom to find Jungkook leanning against the wall made you jump. Faced flushed, hair a tangled mess body shaking as his breath rapid as he let out small sobs. “Jungkook?!” You ask with a gasp as you bend down to touch him making him let out a cry. He falls into your arms as he holds onto you his muscles tense as your lips touch the side of his face. “Baby breath for me. Please.” You whisper as your hand wrap around his head. His hand hanging into your torso. As he slows his brething he starts to speak.


“I didn’t w-want you to sl-sleep alone.” He whimpers making your frown as you sigh.“I was so tried and I just paniced.”


“It’s okay baby if your to tired, and you can’t leave text me. I’ll come to you okay?” Feeling him nod you kiss his forehead making him sigh. “I love you.”

Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,697


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

He looks lost, twisting around in his seat on the log. The boys see that something’s wrong, thank god. It’s about to get very awkward.

“I-”

“Rich, c’mon…” You say, laughing lightly, as if the situation could be taken that way. You’re preparing to lie through your teeth, desperate to take it back. “It’s just a small t-thing. It’s not even a-a crush anymore! There, Bev, I said it? We’re all okay? All good?”

The air is thick and you can feel it, choking you. “(Name), I don’t- I don’t think of you-I just…” Richie stutters, only making the situation worse. “I don’t like you like that.”

Like that. He couldn’t even name what the feeling was. He was too grossed out to say it out loud, and that’s what stung the most.

“Richie, I was joking.” You state firmly. The sheer humiliation was enough to make a grown man cry, but not you. It was easier to be mad at him than at yourself. “I was completely kidding! But now you’ve made it weird. Thanks for that.”

“(Name)-”

“Richie, it’s fine!” You repeat, trying to convince yourself more than him. “Honestly, why are you making such a big deal out of this? Jesus…”

You get off the log and brush yourself off, walking over to your bike. Everyone’s eyes kept flicking from you to Richie like in a soccer watch. Even with your back turned, you could still feel their gazes, burning holes into your back. You turn towards them, mounting your bike.

“Guy really, stop acting like it’s such a big deal!” You say, throwing your hands up in defeat. They were still quiet. Mike looked at you with pity, Bill stared at the ground and Ben whistled lowly, thinking no one could hear him.

“Okay, you guys are making this weird. I’m out!” You call, beginning to pedal away. Don’t cry, you’ll make it worse, don’t cry, you won’t be able to stop. You repeat that in your head until it sticks, but it’s getting harder and harder to steer the bike as your eyes glaze over.

Just don’t talk to them for a while. It’ll be forgotten soon.


It wasn’t forgotten. Fuck. A couple days later, after avoiding leaving your house in fear of meeting Richie on the streets, your doorbell rang. You walked over to the door apprehensively, seeing Ben’s smiling face through the peephole.

“Hey…” You greet slowly, narrowing your eyes in suspicion and opening the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see if you were okay.” Ben says sweetly, still standing on your porch. You suspected he didn’t come here to hang out inside your house. “We’ve been wondering how you’re doing.”

“I’m surviving.” You answer, noticing Ben’s own crestfallen aura. “A-are doing alright?”

“Yeah! I- well, Beverly…” He stops and shaked his head, forcing a smile. “Nevermind, I came to check up on you.”

“Wait, no. Don’t change the subject.” You say. “If you rant to me you’ll probably feel better.”

“She didn’t do anything-I don’t really wanna talk about it…”

“Oh…” You run a hand through your hair. “Well, since we’re both feeling shitty, let’s go out.”

Ben squints and tilts his head, confused. “Out where? Like on a date?”

“No, dumbass.” You chuckle. Leave it to Ben to make you feel better, no matter how shitty your day was. “Just… out. Y’know, the arcade. McDonald’s sounds good right now.”

Ben brightens and bounces on the heels of his shoes. “Yeah! That’s cool!”

You walk over to the coat rack and grab your black windbreaker, pulling it on. “Let’s go get fucked over by junkfood.”


You observed the cafeteria, dreading when Richie would come and sit down at your usual table. He was walking from the lunch line in slow motion, your brain going fuzzy with panic. You stared down at your food, refusing to look up again.

“Can I talk to you.”

You nearly snorted. Nearly. Those were the exact words you said to him the day you confessed, and the irony was killing you. Well, you wished the irony killed you; it’d be less embarrassing then. You didn’t look at him but kept picking at your food, intent on ignoring your problems.

“I, uh, saw you and Ben last Friday.” He says, sitting down next to you. “So are you and him-y’know…a thing now?”

You look up at him only to glare. “I’m just asking because I’d like to know, is all.” He quickly corrects himself. Damn. Richie Tozier is tongue tied for the second time this week. That must be a record. “To l-leave you guys alone when you-when you need it.”

“Ben and I were hanging out, yeah.” You say blankly, your face dropping to an unreadable expression. “Why do you care?”

“Because… Because I don’t think you and him look good together.” He says quickly, scowling at Ben, who was standing in the lunch line and looking innocent as ever. “Personality differences and other shit.”

You still stare at him through half lidded eyes, not amused at all. “Why. Do. You. Care.”

“God-I don’t know!” Richie exclaims. “I just think that maybe, you’d tell me if you were dating anyone.”

“Ben and I aren’t dating.” You say cooly, although your temper was rising steadily. “None of your business who I’m dating anyway, ‘cuz you don’t think of me that way, remember?

“I just-”

“No Richie, you don’t get to answer that!” You cry out, earning weird looks from nearby kids. “You’re the one who rejected me!”

“I was scared!” He says. “You asked me to say something back in front of Bev and Mike and Eddie-”

“If you can’t admit that you like me in front of our friends,” You say stiffly, more and more irritated. “Then you don’t actually like me. Which you don’t! You don’t like me, and you’ve made that clear.”

Richie looks at you incredulously, like what you just said was some sort of crime and suddenly stands up on the tables bench.

You panic even more, pulling at his pant leg, begging him to sit down. “Richie get off! What the hell are you even doing?”

“Hey you losers, I like (Name)!” He yells over the cafeteria’s loud chatter, drawing even more attention. By now, more than half the cafeteria was staring at you and him. To your horror, everyone quiets down, listening to what the weird kid has to say.

“I like (Full Name) and everyone should know!” He shouts again, cupping his hands to use as a megaphone. “And I was an idiot and a dumbass not to tell her, but here I am now!”

You hide your face in your hands, turning the color of a ripe strawberry.

“So yeah,” Richie announces. “For once in my life I’m done caring about what you assholes think! She’s perfect and smart and nice and sarcastic and I think I love her!”

Finished with his big speech, he plops back down, red in the face and panting slightly from yelling. A shocked silence lasts as Richie counts the seconds, waiting for you.

One. You look at him through your fingers, mortified and overjoyed at the same time.

Two. Slowly, what he just did registers in your mind. He just humiliated himself in front of the entire cafeteria. For you.

Three. Your chest feels so hot it physically hurts, ready to explode with admiration and disbelief at this stupid boy.

Four. Richie waits patiently for your reaction, crossing his fingers under the table.

Five. “Y-you fucking dick!” You say, punching him in the arm. “That was-what was that?

“I’m not scared to tell anyone I like you.” Richie says, rubbing his sore arms with a sheepish grin plastered on his face. “You said that if I’m too scared to tell anyone I like you then it’s not true, so I just told the whole school.”

“I-you fucking-what the-argh!” You give up on scolding and grab the back of his neck, your lips colliding with his. Richie reacts almost immediately, holding your face in his hands so gently your heart exploded for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. You tilted your head to the side and weave your fingers through the curls on the back of his neck, only coming up when you were dying for air.

You see Beverly absolutely beaming in her place at the lunch line, Ben clapping rapidly, Eddie getting a book out of his bag, probably to check if kissing could transmit serious diseases. Bill was smirking and Mike slapped money into Stan’s hand.

“They’re never going to forget this, are they?” Richie asks, flashing Stan a quick middle finger.

“Most likely not.”

Richie watches the terrible cafeteria light reflect off your cheekbones, somehow giving your face an almost angelic look, like something that is too good to belong in a town like this. Your eyes are brighter than usual and filled with childish laughter, this time not because of the cheap blinding lights, and Richie had to wonder if this was more than just a dumb school crush.  

“Good.”


10

You acted like the bad guy in front of her, but I know you’re hurt inside. I was aiming for that.

private party → 01™

genre: smut, fwb!au, slight fluff, brother’s best friend!au
word count: 5.9k

The only girl Jungkook wants is the one he can never have.

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

The door to Jungkook’s home carelessly flew open and his lips were instantly pressed to yours. He swiftly closed the door behind you with his foot before pushing you against the wall. You melted into him as you coiled your arms around his neck, your lips finding his in a sweet, but intense kiss. His tongue tapped your lips for entrance and you let out a small moan of approval, causing him to grin as he broke the kiss, attacking every centimetre of exposed skin that he could find on your neck and jawline.

“God, dinner lasted forever,” you gasped breathlessly, letting your head fall back against the wall as he feathered kisses across your jawline, “And your little trick under the table almost got us caught.”

He pressed his erection into your lower stomach as he lowered his lips to your ear and his voice came out in a deep hiss. “I guess I just can’t resist you,” he spoke huskily, his tongue lightly brushing against your earlobe as he smirked and kissed your sweet spot behind your ear. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, your lips parting slightly as you breathed out a moan and melted into him and the wall behind you. If his body hadn’t been pressed against yours, you knew you would’ve slid down the wall. He barely did anything to you and you already felt utterly wrecked. Your legs felt like jello and your breathing was heavy. You couldn’t think of something funny or sarcastic to say, so you focused on calming your pounding heart.

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After Dinner ; Tom Holland

WARNINGS: nsfw!, slight thigh riding, cunnilingus, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, almost all porn n’ u gonna need a ton of holy water after reading

summary: after an edgy dinner with the Holland family (consisting much of teasing), both Tom and you eventually come home in dire need of each other’s touch


A/N: this involves the cum-kink (generally the act of playing around with you and your partner’s cum) and if you find that repulsive then i suggest you do not read this okay

After a really long day of fine dining with the Holland family, the tension coming from both Tom and you had built up —almost as if it could already be sliced with a blade. It was as if the whole formal dinner consisted of Tom frequently teasing and tortuously brushing his hand over the inside of your thighs and intentionally at close quarters with your core. And for hours you had to searingly bite on your lower lip, stifling any proximate moans.

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EXO & makeouts

Xiumin:

• caresses your cheeks and behind your ear while he drives you crazy with his warm lips

• totally will bite on your lips if you made a small moan

• whispers intangible things against your mouth but it’s probably something like “god, you’re so beautiful” and “did you like that?”

• a hard core butt grabber, beware


Suho:

• so sweet and gentle and takes his time, kissing you all over your face

• giggles in between kisses, esp when you put your hands underneath his shirt

• says some really corny shit when you both pull away for a quick breath “have you always looked this perfect or is it my kisses?”

• twirls your hair around with his fingers as he kisses you, probably intentionally to make you moan his name


Lay:

• him kissing you is always unexpected but welcomed nonetheless

• likes to lay or sit in between your thighs when making out, probably squeezing them every so often

• pulls away when he hears your breath hitching, and smiles while leaning his head against yours “take your time, baby”

• goes crazy when you bite his lips, and he’ll do the same in return until moving down to give little nips at your neck


Baekhyun:

• you’d think he’d be rated R, but all he wants to do is hold hands aww

• is hella impatient tho and most makeout sessions would end in something more, but he’s learned to relax and take his time

• this is when he comes up with most of his cheesy nicknames for you, esp if you ever dared to moan his name “oooohhhhhhhh baekhyun ;;;;;; yeee that’s my name”

• will guide your hand and silently beg you to play with his hair and relaxes into your touch when you do


Chen:

• a GOD at French kissing oh my lord

• grabs your neck with one hand to keep you steady against his own lips, while his other finds its way around your lower back or your thighs

• boy is not shy with letting you hear how you make him feel, he’s moaning and breathing hard and not making it easy on you tbfh “Why don’t we do this every single day until we die?”

• you’ll find yourself between his legs or sitting completely on top of him at some point


Chanyeol:

• has no idea what to do with his shaky hands until you guide them somewhere

• sits like a stiff rock and lets you do whatever, until he starts to get the hang of it and feels more relaxed pressed up against you

• he’ll sound like he just woke up when he decides to make some noises, deep morning voice and everything “do you wanna move to the bed?”

• his tall af legs will wrap around you somehow, so you’re kinda cuddling and making out at the same time


D.O:

• his huge and plump lips will pretty much devour yours, don’t deny it

• doesn’t use his hands too much, but will occasionally tug on your hair and link your fingers with his

• his weakness is when you’re wearing something kinda revealing, he’ll trace his fingers over your thighs ever so slightly and smiles when he feels your goosebumps “you cold, y/n?”

• melts when you wrap your arms around his waist completely


Kai:

• wants to hear little praises from you

• oml PLEASE use any nickname when you’re kissing him, he’ll legit do anything and everything for you if you called him by a special name

• it’s almost unbearable bc he’ll always pull away and give you such an intense dreamy look, then go back to roughly kissing you, and repeating it “I could do this forever with you”

• loves giving Eskimo kisses afterwards


Sehun:

• a deer in the headlights sometimes, but he catches on what you like and don’t like

• loves pleasing you more than anything, so just make one sound and he’ll keep doing it

• open-mouthed kisses will leave him breathless and he’ll totally prop you up on his lap to have better access

• pretends as if he doesn’t have time for makeout sessions but he’s always the one initiating them lmao

Originally posted by intokai

Breaking the Rules - part 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,157

Warnings: the usual +  Mention of Cheating, Mention of Emotionally Abusive Relationship

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, lovelies!

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by pennymany

You woke up with a start, unsure where you were. The distant sound of laughter filled the room and you rolled to your side, groaning. The light filtering through the curtains was bright enough to see by, but your eyes were still blurry from sleep.

“It’s barely seven!” Bucky groaned.

His head appeared just above the mattress as he sat up from the floor. He was at eye level with you and yawned widely, not bothering to cover his mouth. You buried your face into the pillow, mumbling something about morning breath.

“So this is what you look like in the morning,” he said, stretching his back. “Interesting.”

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The Choi Twins are in love with the same girl

I really like the idea of this one somehow and I can totally see this happening. I hope you enjoy :3



  • see the thing is, it would take them a thousand years to figure out they had feelings for the girl, another thousand to realize their brother liked someone too and the another thousand to understand that the girl they liked was the same girl their brother liked

  • because the problem with those two is that they rarely ever talk about meaningful stuff and when they do, one never listens to the other

  • imagine the following if you will: 

  • the two brothers sitting on the couch, Saeyoung talking about this girl, this beautiful, kind hearted girl, he’d fallen in love with for what felt like an eternity to Saeran. Saeran of course tunes out around two minutes into his highly detailed description of your lips, not realizing his brother was describing the very same lips he’d dreamed about kissing many nights

  • or that one time at breakfast where Saeran finally admits, talking to his cereal more so than his brother, that he likes this girl he’s recently met and Saeyoung not putting two and two together, despite the fact that the only girl Saeran could have met despite never leaving the house is, in fact, you

  • when they finally figure it out by some miracle – said miracle being you coming to visit and both of them swooning so obviously the other actually noticed for once – things turn very awkward very fast

  • their relationship isn’t yet recovered enough so that the two can simply move past it, resulting in a mixture of avoiding one another and having passive aggressive fights about it

  • Saeyoung takes the whole thing a little harder, seeing as he’s the one who’d always looked out for Saeran only to now be the cause of his pain

  • Saeran on the other hand feels once more betrayed by his brother, wondering just how much more the world wanted to take from him just when he thought he had nothing more to lose

  • without talking about the topic, the Choi twins somehow settle on a sort of truce where neither of them pursues you until you show interest in either of them on your own

  • and it works for the better part of it, since neither of them has to give you up and they don’t have any reason to fight anymore, gradually moving past the issue

  • that is until Saeyoung opens his eyes for once, actually listening

  • he catches glimpses of Saeran working on a flower to breed it into a certain colour, because you when he asked you which flower was your favourite, you couldn’t decide between two so he made it his mission to create the perfect one just for you

  • or the way his brothers face lights up whenever you enter the chatroom, watching Saeran blush down at his phone while secretly reading along to what looked like the most mundane of conversations but seemed to make Saeran so excited to be part of

  • or just the way he talked about and acted around you, gravitating to you like he couldn’t help himself, playing with your hair and listening to your every word while at the same time opening up about himself, something he hadn’t done with anyone so far

  • it was then that Saeyoung realized that no matter how much he might have loved you, Saeran simply needed you more

  • “Hey Saeren.”
  • “Yes?”
  • “Go ask her out on a date.”
  • “What? But I thought…you liked her too?”
  • “I thought so too, but I was wrong. Every time she comes around you look at her like you’d drink her bathing water. If that’s love, I want nothing to do with it.”
  • “Are you sure?!”
  • “Yes, 100% sure. I was in love with the idea of being in love and she was a convenient choice, nothing more. Go for it, brother.”
  • “Thank you.”

  • A short while later Saeran actually musters up the courage to ask you out and your friendship turns into a relationship
  • sometimes it’s hard for Saeyoung to watch the two of you, cuddling up on the couch or giggling over shared ice cream, but then he sees the way his brother looks at you and he knows he made the right choice
  • it’s a couple of months later that you seek Saeyoung out while Saeran isn’t around

  • “So, why did you do it?”
  • “What?”
  • “Not ask me out. Let Saeran do it instead.”
  • “What do you mean?”
  • “I know the two of you both love me…”

  • you’re probably the only person Saeyoung ever heard saying a sentence like that and not sound arrogant but apologetic

  • “It’s true, I’m in love with you there is no denying it, but I love my brother more.”

  • and that was probably the most honest thing Saeyoung had ever said in his entire life

  • you’d kissed his cheek then, a gentle smile curling around your lips

  • “Thank you.”

  • the two words were simple, but Saeyoung knew the many meanings behind them

  • thank you for taking that hard decision from me
  • thank you for letting me go
  • thank you for not pressuring me
  • thank you for being such an amazing brother to Saeran
  • thank for making the right choice
here have some blupjeans:

It’s one in the morning when lup realizes she is in love. here is the scene: her, tousled hair, pajama pants, her brother’s shirt that reads HOTBOY across her breasts, lying on his bed. Him: jeans, even at this late hour, a shirt that reads FANTASY FUN RUN, chewing on a pencil, lying on the floor, across the room.

“We, um, don’t have to get it done tonight,” he says, looking up at her.

“We’re so close, though,” she says, looking down at him.

“Okay,” he says, and looks back down at his pages, the music score sweeping across sheet after sheet, all written in his neat hand. Lup’s handwriting is awful. She’s glad he’s doing the writing. “So how do we end it?”

“I don’t kno-ow, babe,” she says, throwing her arm over her face. “It has to be….perfect. Like, meaningful and shit.”

“I don’t know if I can do, uh, ‘meaningful and shit,’” he says wryly. “Specifics, Lu?”

She groans again. Rolls over. Falls off the bed in an ungraceful heap. “Oh, fu–”

The wind is knocked out of her. Ow. Barry scrambles to his feet and walks over to where she’s lying.

“Are you okay?” he says, kneeling next to her.

“I’m dead,” she says.

“Sure,” he says. She looks up at him.

Here is the scene:  The man she’s spent decades with, leaning over her, smiling because he’s glad she’s okay, close enough to touch. His stupid face, his stupid glasses. She wants to touch him. Here is the superimposing of nights spent in each others bedrooms talking magic shop-talk, here is the teasing, the playful back-and-forth, here are his hands steady on hers as he shows her a new spell, her hands fire-flicker light on his as she shows him how to shoot. 

It knocks the breath out of her, the realization.

“It’s about love,” she says. “The song, our song. It ends with love.”

perfect- h.s song imagine

you can listen to the song here

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“There he is! The man of the hour!” Nick exclaimed as his eyes landed on his long term friend at the end of the hall. You let out a chuckle as you followed closely behind him. Nick Grimshaw was the only person you knew that would have this much enthusiasm in the morning.

Harry smiled at his friend before he gave him a hug. “Doing alright, mate?” Nick asked as he returned the hug. You stood back quietly, watching the two embrace. Harry nodded before his eyes landed on yours. He let out a small gasp as he took you in. You were beautiful. Nick noticed Harry’s eyes wandering to yours. Nick placed his hand on your shoulder. “Harry, this is Y/N, my assistant.”

Your cheeks blushed as you held you hand out to Harry. “Hi,” you whispered. When Harry took your hand, you could feel literal sparks going off. Harry’s hands burned at your touch. He smiled at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“I have to say I’m surprised you brought Y/N last night to mum’s dinner,” Gemma admitted as she stirred her cup of tea with a spoon. Harry stared at his sister from across the table, his eyebrows quirked up. Gemma looked up when she noticed his silence. Her eyes went wide. “No! I don’t mean you shouldn’t have! I just meant…you never bring anyone home.”

Harry nodded his head in agreement. It was true. Harry rarely brought anyone home to meet his family. He felt like if he was bringing someone to meet the most important people in his life, it should be someone he knew he had a future with. Although yours and Harry’s relationship was still fairly new, he knew that you were it for him. He knew that he wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. In his eyes, you were perfect and he wanted his family to see just how happy you made him.

Harry looked down at his fingers, a smile ding its way onto his face when he thought about how natural you looked with his family. How you laughed at his sister’s jokes, how you helped clean up the kitchen. Harry looked up at his sister and shrugged his shoulders. With a smile, “I truly believe I’ve waited my whole life to be with her.”

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

“Have you ever been in love?” you asked quietly. You and Harry were tangled up with one another. Your head was resting on his chest while his hand was on your lower back. Harry hummed. Has he been in love? Yes, he’s had a few girlfriends and he did feel something for each one but was it ever love?

You tilted your head up to look into his eyes. Harry shook his head no. “I don’t think I have been, no.” Harry admitted. You nodded your head. Harry pulled you closer to him. “Have you?”

To think about you loving someone gave Harry a slight pang in his chest. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the privilege of calling you theirs. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the honor of feeling your lips against their own.

You shook your head no as you let out a sigh. “Not yet.” Harry nodded his head as he began to play with your hair. “When do you know you’re in love?” You thought out loud. You had a lot of friends who were in love and even married. They knew they were in love. How do you know you’ve met someone and fell in love with them?

Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he too, thought the same thing. “I think…I think you know you’re in love when your significant other makes you feel everything and anything. I think you never want to leave their side, you mind always drifts to them…I’m not quite sure.”

“I feel all of those things with you,” you admitted quietly. Harry was sure that you could feel his heartbeat beating a million times a minute. Knowing that you were in the process of falling for him made him want to jump and scream at the world because…he felt all of those things with you.

You sat up and looked at Harry. He had a smile on his face as he stared back at you. “I feel all of those things and so much more.” You whispered as you placed your hand on his cheek.

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

Harry let out a chuckle as he stared at you from across the room, dancing terribly with one of your friends. It’s nice to know that his girlfriend was just as uncoordinated as he was.

Niall took a seat next to Harry, holding a beer. He noticed Harry’s eyes following your every move. You turned and looked at Harry and smiled, a genuine smile before you and your friend made your way over to the bar. Niall tilted his beer in your direction. “Y/N’s special.”

Harry nodded his head. He looked over at Niall and smiled. “She is.” Niall smiled at his friend. “You know, mate. I’ve known you for a long time but it wasn’t until you met Y/N that I’ve seen you this happy. It’s like every time you look at her, you get this sparkle in your eye and she gets it too you know. Whenever she looks at you, it’s like you’re all she sees.”

Harry looked down at his lap with a giant, goofy smile on his face. Whenever someone talked about how much you cared for him, it truly did make him a sappy goose. Niall patted Harry’s back. “She’s perfect for you.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Harry reached across from the table and grabbed your hand. “That was amazing, thank you love.” Harry smiled. For Harry’s birthday, he didn’t want to do much; only wanting to spend time with you. You decided to make him one of his favorite meals. You set up fairy lights in his backyard and set a table for the two of you. Music was playing softly in the background.

You looked up at Harry before you put your fork down. You beamed at him. “Of course, H.”

When the next song played, Harry immediately stood up. He walked over to you and held his hand out. “Dance with me.” You let out a chuckle as you took his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. Together the two of you swayed to the song. Harry placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Harry softly sang. You smiled as you listened to Harry singing along. You felt like the lyrics described your relationship with Harry perfectly. You couldn’t help falling falling in love with him.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

You let out a shaky sigh as you stared at your reflection. Tonight was Harry’s album release party and naturally, you were nervous. This was Harry’s big night. This is what he’s spent so much time on. You wanted everything to go accordingly for him.

You stared at the necklace on your neck. You let out a scowl. Really? you thought. Surely you had a much classier necklace somewhere in Harry’s room. You quickly took the necklace off and rummaged your way through Harry’s drawers.

Harry made his way up to his bedroom that you were getting ready in. He leaned against the door frame as he watched with you with amused eyes. You noticed Harry in the reflection and let out another sigh. “H, maybe I shouldn’t be there tonight.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he noticed how distraught you were. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as the both of you stared at your reflection. He pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Why not, love?”

You placed your hands on top of his. “I look like an absolute mess.” Harry shook his head. Surely his beautiful girlfriend wouldn’t talk so lowly of herself. Harry closed his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder. “You look perfect,” he whispered.

You turned around in Harry’s hold and looked up at him. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.” You chuckled. Harry smiled as he took your hand and pressed a kiss on top of it. “I mean it, love. You look perfect.”

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

You let out a groan as you stared at your computer screen. Harry looked up from his phone. “What’s wrong, love?”

“My boss just emailed me about the meeting we’re having tomorrow. I have to go home and pick up some stuff to prepare” you sighed as you started making your way towards the door. Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he followed you. For a long time Harry’s thought about asking you to move in with him. You were already at his place almost everyday. Why delay it?

You were putting on your jacket as you noticed Harry’s fingers picking his bottom lip, something he did when he was thinking hard about something. “You alright, H?”

Harry looked up at you before he let go of his lip. “Do you want to move in?” Your eyes widened in shock. Harry placed his hands in his jean pockets as he waited on your answer nervously. “You want me to move in?” You asked.

Harry nodded before he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re already here most of the time, love. It’d definitely be easier if all your stuff is already here.”

You smiled as you took a step in front of him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Alright. I’ll move in with you.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

“So how are you and Harry?” you sister asked as the two of you were out shopping. You looked up from the blouse you were looking at and smiled at your sister. “We’re perfect” you replied before you placed the blouse back onto the rack.

Your sister nodded before she closed her mouth. For her entire life, she’s never seen you so happy. She’s never seen you so in love and to be honest, that scared her. The last thing she ever wanted to see was you get hurt. “Does it ever scare you? Being so in love with him?” Your sister asked delicately, not wanting to get you mad.

You paused from looking at the skirts and shrugged your shoulders. “It did. At the beginning, yes. But…it also made me excited. Harry’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before. He’s made me more confident in myself. He’s just made me feel loved.” You smiled thinking about how much Harry has impacted your life.

Your sister walked closer to you, her eyes searching into yours. “Yes but doesn’t his status scare you?” When the press found out Harry Styles had a girlfriend, they had a field day. For a long time, it felt like everything you did was plastered on magazines. The press also loved coming up with rumors about the relationship. It was hard reading so much things accusing one cheating on the other but if anything, it made your relationship with Harry stronger. It made you realize you didn’t care what others had to say about you. You loved Harry and nothing would ever change that.

You looked into your sister’s concerned eyes and smiled. “I don’t see Harry as the Harry Styles. He’s just Harry and he’s…perfect.”

I see my future in your eyes

Gemma had her head resting on her hand as she stared at the display case. Her eyes caught one ring in particular. “How about this one?” she asked as she pointed at the ring. Harry looked over at the ring and immediately shook his head no.

Gemma let a groan as she placed her head on the display case. “Harry! We’ve been at this bloody store for over an hour!” Harry sighed, regretting bringing his sister. “Have to find the perfect one.” he mumbled. Gemma stood up straight and shook her head. You did deserve the perfect ring. It was just hard when Harry was so damn picky. “You know she would be fine with anything you pick, Harry. She’s not materialistic.”

Harry let out a sigh. “I know. She just deserves it you know? She deserves the world.” Harry’s eyes were scanning the rings laid out before his eyes landed on the one. “Can I see that one please?” Harry asked the clerk, his eyes never leaving it. The clerk smiled and took the ring out and handed it to Harry. Gemma stood behind Harry and gasped. “That’s beautiful, Harry.”

Harry smiled before he looked up at the clerk. “I’ll take this one.”

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

Harry rubbed his sweaty palms against his suit jacket as he waited for you to walk down the aisle. His eyes wandered to all of the guests you and him invited to be a part of the special occasion. He gave a smile towards your mother. He looked at his own and chucked as she was staring back at him, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. Her little boy was marrying the girl of his dreams. Harry turned around and looked at all of his groomsmen who beamed at him. Niall gave a thumbs up while Nick winked.

One by one, the bridesmaids made their way across the aisle. With each one, Harry grew more and more nervous. Finally, the song shifted, causing everyone to rise to their feet. The doors opened and there you were with your father. Harry’s breath hitched as he stared at his bride to be. He could’ve sworn he was looking at an angel, you were so perfect.

I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

You gave your father a hug before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You stood in front of you husband to be, a tear managing to escape as you were about to become Mrs.Styles. Harry’s eyes held tears of his own as he took your hand. Once everyone took a seat and the pastor began to speak, Harry mouthed, “You look perfect.”


the amount of requests i’ve had to write this is INSANE. i hope i wrote it to everyone’s justice! also thank you guys so much for checking up on me during the hurricane! means the absolute world that you guys took the time to make sure everything was alright! i hope for anyone that was impacted is doing alright. sending all my love to you. 

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also when i was looking up gifs, i thought this was 2013 harry MY HEART