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The song fic for @writingbyers

A Jonathan x reader with the song I Feel Alive by We The Kings. 

Warning(s): Nightmares

Character(s): Jonathan

Originally posted by mikewheelers

We’re all alone watching shadows on the ceiling
I’ve gone numb but I can’t forget the feeling
And I don’t even know if I can close my eyes
Don’t want to sleep ‘cause I’m wide awake and dreaming
Hold me close and catch your breath now
I promise not to leave this bed yet 

You stared up at the ceiling of your room, trying to erase what you had seen and felt from your mind. 

It had been so cold, and everything was so, so dark. It was like walking through some twilight zone, with white particles of unknown matter floating in the air. Then that … that thing had attacked, and everything had become a blur of adrenaline and fear as you ran. 

Every time you closed your eyes, you would see the creature. It looked vaguely humanoid–by the loosest terms possible–with bony arms and legs and long, spindly fingers. The worse part was the face, or rather, its lack of thereof. It unfurled like the petals of some flower from the deepest pit of hell, exposing row upon row of devastating teeth. 

Jonathan was laying beside you in your bed, his chest moving up and and down slowly as he breathed. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. 

You couldn’t blame him. 

Cause I feel alive
I feel alive
'Cause I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I finally feel alive

You were scared, traumatized, and most likely going to have nightmares for the rest of your life–however long that may be, at least–but at least you were alive. You still had that going for you. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really much else that fell under the category of bright side. Unless you counted your crush, Jonathon Byers, laying beside you. In your bed. That was another part of why you couldn’t sleep.

I’m lying here whispering the sweetest nothing
I feel your heart beating faster than you’re breathing
And I don’t even know if I can close my eyes
Don’t want to sleep 'cause I’m wide awake and dreaming
Hold me close and catch your breath now
I promise not to leave this bed yet

Eventually, you managed to close your eyes, but it didn’t last long before you jolted awake, barely managing to choke back a scream. And Jonathan was there, his arms around you, slowly rocking you back forth as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you buried your face into his chest, hoping that you could lose yourself in him. 

You could hear his heartbeat as your breaths eventually evened out–beating faster than what should have been normal. Looking up through still glazed over eyes, you caught his gaze. 

One of Jonathan’s hands cradled your cheek, thumb wiping away a few renegade tears. 

'Cause I feel alive
I feel alive
'Cause I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

You didn’t know who made the first move, but after you leaned into his touch, his lips were on yours. They were a little chapped, but still soft. It was a minute or two before you pulled away, lungs crying out in need of oxygen. 

Sniffing a little, you mustered a small little smile. Jonathan smiled back uncertainly, unsure of what to do next. You didn’t know either, it wasn’t like you had much practice with relationships. 

There’s a time and a place for you to save what’s left
So tell me all of the things you dream but never did
There’s a time and a place for you to hold your breath
So tell me all of the things you thought but never said

“I know I’m pretty bad with words most of the time, and I don’t know what to say now, but–” you placed a finger on his lips, but he continued on “–I know what to say now …” he trailed off as you raised an eyebrow. 

“Usually, when someone puts a finger to your lips that means to stop talking,” you hummed in amusement. ‘Let’s save the talking for the morning, alright? When we’re not dead tired and running off of adrenaline fumes.”

Jonathan nodded, lying back down, this time, with you in his arms. 

'Cause I feel alive
I feel alive
'Cause I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I finally feel alive
I finally feel alive

I finally feel alive

Don’t worry about me. (Jungkook x Reader)

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Word count: 1215
Genre: Fluff, suggestive smut
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader


Teasing stares were being sent across the room, from Jungkook’s eyes to yours. He lifted his eyebrows, you winked, then immediately blushed as you broke eye contact. He chuckled silently, shifting his eyes from your eyes to your lips before sinking his head.
You hadn’t been dating for too long, both of you still rather shy around each other. You had only slept together for the first time a few days ago, you remaining hungry for more. He had invited you to join practice today and you had watched them practice all their new dances for hours now. They finally had their first break as Jungkook crashed across the room and the visual flirting had begun. He hadn’t been big on the PDA for some days now and whilst you didn’t want to overthink it, you had worried you had somehow disappointed him in bed.
As the day continued, you noticed him getting more tired than he would’ve usually gotten, his moves becoming less sharp, his footwork less defined.
“Are you okay, Kookie?”
“Yeah, just tired. Don’t worry about me.”
The guys didn’t comment on it, so you figured he must’ve slept poorly the night prior.
You hadn’t noticed that you had gotten lost looking at Jungkook’s body before he was laughing, looking at you in the mirror.
“At least close your mouth when you’re staring.” He smiled widely as he flexed a little to impress you further.
You embarrassingly closed your mouth, straightening your posture as you went to look at your phone instead of him.
He smiled at himself as he continued moving to the sound of the music, a sudden pride washing over him when he looked at the girl he had found. Things had been great between the two of you, both of you surprised at how easy it was to be around each other. However, your worry was growing as he wasn’t initiating having sex and you knew exactly how you’d test him out.
It was their celebration dinner that night and you had been invited to join them. It was a formal setting and whilst it already called for a formal attire, you definitely didn’t go easy on him. You found the tightest, shortest dress that both revealed your legs that he loved so much and hugged your curves almost as good as Jungkook could. You told him you couldn’t drive with them due to other plans, but that you’d meet him at the restaurant. You didn’t want to give him the chance to spill his compliments and you decided maliciously that you’d have fun with teasing him that night. You arrived at the restaurant as you spotted them talking inside. You entered, smiling and greeting the people before Jungkook politely gestured to take your coat off. He grabbed you by the shoulders as you slid out of it, only to freeze in his steps as you revealed your dress. He swallowed, his eyes travelling at a rapid pace as he studied your body, unable to spit out a single compliment. You smirked at him as a hint to let him know that you had done this on purpose. You sat down at the table, Jungkook stationed across from you, his eyes glued to your body the entire night. You’d flick your hair gracefully every now and then, just to see his slightly twitch with anticipation. You knew exactly what he was thinking, although he was hesitant to own up to it.
A few hours into the dinner, Jungkook coughed and stuttered a nervous “I’m not feeling so well, I think I’ll head back to the dorm.”
“Huh? It’s our celebration dinner!”
Taehyung burst out.
“Aw, let the maknae live. Catch you at home, Kookie. Are you staying, Y/N?”
Jin chuckled and smiled, his warmth radiating in the room. You smiled and were about to nod until Jungkook abruptly spewed out a short “No.”
He didn’t bother explaining himself before rushing you out of your seat as he was holding your coat up.
“Aish, come on, Y/N! I’m so close to throwing up!”
You got worried for a minute before you realized you realized how blushed and fucked he looked.
You giggled shortly as you put on your jacket and the two of you left the restaurant.
“Have you been doing this on purpose?”
“Doing what?”
“You know I’ve been hard for the entire fucking night, right?”
he grabbed your hand and guided it to his crotch, his size filling your hand.
You smiled to yourself before turning towards him.
“That’s good to know, I was almost starting to worry you didn’t like me anymore since you haven’t been initiating anything for a week.” You smiled lightheartedly, not expecting the sudden way his lips lowered.
“I’m sorry, Y/N…”
You didn’t know whether or not to take up the deep talk now as you knew what was awaiting when you got home. You decided to dismiss his serious turn by embracing his lips in the cab, tasting the mixture of the spearmint from his gum and the leftover heat from the now absent spicy food. Nothing felt better than kissing Jungkook, as his arms wrapped around your waist, his fingers slightly tightening around your frame. He pulled you towards him, still slightly hesitant. You noticed, but dismissed his hesitance once again. When you had finally made it to the dorm, the kissing proceeded, getting sloppier and sloppier the more heated it got. However, every now and then Jungkook would pull back before going in again. He was more careful and much less rough than he had been a week ago. You couldn’t tell if he was nervous or what the change of heart was about, until you forcefully pushed yourself on top of him, causing him to gasp and push you off as he held his stomach with both of his arms, his brows furrowed and eyes squinted.
“Are you okay, what did I do?”
“No, it’s nothing, don’t worry.”
he tried to reach out to you again, you shaking his arm away. Your brows furrowed as your nerves grew. You grabbed his shirt and began unbuttoning it, Jungkook laying himself back on the bed in defeat.
“It looks a lot worse than it is.”
A purple landscape revealed itself to you as you opened the shape and the biggest bruise laid in front of you, going from his ribs and all the way down to his pelvis.
“What’s this?” you panicked, trying to keep your voice low.
Y/N, just forget about…” he closed his eyes and smiled as he reached out for you again.
“Is this from practice? Is this why you looked tired today?”
He sighed, realizing he couldn’t evade it any longer.
“Yeah, I guess I overworked a little and took a few punches. It’s fine, though.”
“You do know you have to take a break when you get hurt, right?”
“I’ll take a break tomorrow, now I have another thing to take care of…”
he muttered as he neared your face, grabbing you by the neck as he embraced you for a deepened kiss. You finally gave in, letting him ravish you, your worries diffusing as Jungkook’s scent permeated the air, his moans and grunts filling your ears. Nothing was as perfect as this.

Do it, I dare you

rating: g
pairing: chikayou
just another fluffy youchika thing. chika can’t stop pining
notes: I think this might be quite OOC, sorry….hope y’all will enjoy it nonetheless

They had agreed that Chika wouldn’t attempt to write a song about romantic love again, so as not to get stuck over something “they had yet to experience”.
Even so, Chika decided she wanted to try again.
The reason was staring at her with those bright blue eyes Chika loved to get lost into.
Her childhood friend.
“You’re staring at me again, You-chan”.

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Right Where You Left Me

A/N: Having goodbye sex with Bucky before he goes under again. I turned @theartofimagining13 imagine into a story. I hope you all enjoy this.


“Okay, so what do you want to do?”

“We can play scrabble.” I say jokingly knowing, but also denying that this was our last night together. We were happy, we were starting a life together and now he’s going under again.

“For how long this time?” I remembered asking him two nights ago when we had the worse argument known to humankind filled with a lot of shouting, cursing, and pain. I can’t describe that pain without feeling the nausea that I’ve kept at bay with copious amounts of tea retch in my stomach.

“Where did you go?” He asked gentle staring into my eyes.

I looked down at my hands on the table that were shaking. “Just thinking.” I say.

He places his hand over my own, “we said we weren’t going to do this.”

“No, you said-.”

“And you agreed.” He interrupted.

I scoffed pulling my hands from underneath his. “Yes, I did, but…” I trailed off pushing my chair back from the table and stood walking down the hallway to our bedroom.

He grabs a hold of me and pushes me against the wall. “What do you want?” He asked. “I’ll give you anything-.”


“But that.” His voice cracks with emotions.

I turned to walk away from him again, but he held my wrist.

“Let go.” I choked as the emotions flooded my system. “Please, Bucky. Let’s just…I’m tired.”

He pulls me into his chest and I buried my face into his neck, his breathing low and steady. “Tell me what I can do to make this hurt less.” He whispers.

“N-nothing.” I stammered.

He looks down at me and my watery eyes look up into his pleading irises. His thumb wiped away the tears on my cheeks and he kissed me hotly, a moan escaped my lips and I felt him awakening against my thigh.

“What do you want?” He asked as he bit my lower lip.

“Bucky, please.”

He groans, “tell me what you want.” He commanded as the strength of his thigh pushed me further into the wall and on the tips of my toes.

“Make love to me, make me forget that my world is going to come crashing down in a few hours. Bury yourself so deep into me that it becomes the only reality that I know.”

He lifts me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into our bedroom. He hovers over me in the middle of the bed, lifting my shirt over my head and his mouth was upon me, sucking and reminding of his love. His lips found my own and he kissed me softly with restraint.

“No.” I say breaking the kiss.

He stops and looks down at me, my chest heaving from my ragged breath.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes, y-you’re being too careful, you’re not going to break me Bucky, I want all of you.”

He hesitates. “I don’t know my own strength, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Bucky, please.” I pleaded

My plea didn’t go unheard, he kissed me fiercely and hungrily as if my lips were his sustenance. He unzips his jeans as I pulled his shirt over his head, my eyes wandering over his body that was a mixture of defined muscles and battle scars, my heart fluttered when I noticed the deep V that extended from hip. He frees himself of his boxers and I inhaled sharply as I saw the full length of his thickness.

“Spread your legs for me, Doll.”

I looked up at him cautiously, but complied immediately. His eyes never left my face as his strength grazed my opening. He kissed me as he thrust and filled me to the hilt in one deep soft stroke that arched my back and lifted me off the bed. I couldn’t put the intensity of it into words as I moaned helplessly into his mouth. He pushes into me over and over and I met him thrust for thrust as the power of his strength that he kept under lock and key surged into my depths unyielding. He showed me no mercy and I didn’t expect him to, my body began to tremble underneath him and he lifts my leg unto his shoulder giving himself deeper penetration. I couldn’t bear it any longer as he found that tender spot deep inside me.


He reaches behind me and lifts me off the bed with each thrust, I flex my thighs as he rocked his groin in an upward motion, my head tilts backwards as all the pleasures escaped through my pores. I felt him kissing my throat as his movements became slow and deliberate. "I love you, Doll."He groans as he sinked into me.

I lost myself in him.

My fingers curled into his hair pulling him into my chest, his tongue and mouth swirling around my budded nipples, "Bucky.” My body clenched as a second orgasm rippled through my body. “I love you.” I stare into his darkened cerulean eyes and then I screw my eyes shut as my climax sent me spiraling into the darkness. His release was hot and thick as he filled me. He whispers my name softly as he held me in his arms.

I awoke the next morning with a note on the empty pillow.

I can’t be the man you want me to be, when I have no control over my mind. I’m broken and until they can fix me this is the only way. I know you won’t understand and I know how angry and resentful you will become, but this is hurting me more than you will ever know. 

It will be selfish of me to ask you to wait for me, so I won’t. I want you to live and be the woman I have fallen in love with. This moment is ours. You should know, I kissed every inch of your body while you slept. Do you still feel my lips roaming over every inch of your flesh? My love for you is unbreakable.


I sunk into his side of the bed and inhaled deeply. "I feel you everywhere, Bucky.“ I replied silently as my eyes blurred with tears giving way to the memory and sensation of him imprinted on my skin.

Run Again (Jungkook x Reader, pt 2)

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“But I should.” His voice is sharp when he cuts you off and you pause. “I should know all that. It’s my job. I kill who I need to, I take what I need. I should be able to fucking face my father without being scared.”

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BTS Reaction: They See You In Just A Towel

Hi guys! So I’m willing to make these as long/short and as funny/serious and you want me to. This is just the first thing that came to my mind when getting this. Haha…I hope you enjoy!

For @yehet-reactions



Nah forreal. Namjoon would probably keep staring at you until you shoo him away, and even then his eyes would never leave your body. He’s be so into it, don’t be surprised to find your clothes missing the next time you take a shower.

“Looking good babe…although you’d look much better in nothing at all. Just saying.”

Originally posted by hongshiyoung


Omg this poor baby wouldn’t be able to form words. Like, you would look so beautiful standing there with water droplets adorning your skin and wet hair, that he would be frozen.

“How do I move on from this? My life, everything is so complicated now. I can’t forget.”

Originally posted by pokpokchikchik


Cue exorcist Jhope. I’m sorry his face I can’t

He would be so overdramatic about it. Like, the towel covers all your special regions, but at the sight of skin he’d completely lose all maturity.


Originally posted by hopejungs


Omg Jin would probably walk into y’all’s room with a plate of pancakes or something like that, and there you stand. He’s be so hurt because you didn’t ever walk out like this when he was in the room. Don’t ever hide yourself from Jin. He is so precious.

*dramatic head turn*

“And to think I made you breakfast…”

Originally posted by lion-prince


So let’s say you are not fazed at all about it and continue talking after he walks in. Like, it doesn’t bother you at all and you’re ranting about school or work. Suga wouldn’t pay attention AT ALL. The word is not in his vocabulary at the moment. All he can think of is you standing there practically naked.

“Yeah I’m listening of course.” *is so getting some tonight*

Originally posted by jibeom


We all know how Jimin would react, let’s be honest. He would expect you to come out of the bathroom fully dressed, but much to his surprise, you’re in a towel. Oh and what if you guys had somewhere important to be? Screw that! You’re staying home tonight…if you know what I mean ;)

“Are you re- *gif* Did I say we have a party to go to? HAhAhaHahaHA I meant we have babies to make, get on the bed.”

Originally posted by pangguk


So this sneaky little maknae would’ve brought your clothes out the bathroom on purpose. Without clothes you’d have no choice but to come out in a towel or naked, and he was secretly hoping for the latter. When you come stomping into your shared bedroom ready to scold the boy, he’d casually be laying on the bed waiting for you.

“I already know what you’re going to ask, and yes. So…do I get a reward for my honesty?”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

I saw you walking in the aisle, catching every eye, smiling on people who’s jaw dropped. You smiled at me, I waved back, at that moment, my time stopped, even skipped a heart beat. Now it’s clear, all I can see is you, walking towards me, you never put down that sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. Those lips, as pink as primrose, the dress you wear complement on your braided hair. But you never want a braid that way, so you insisted to lose off, your long scented hair; now pulling a messy bun so it’ll show your pretty face. I’m memorizing your move, on a second you snapped me to ask how am I, on the minute you stood up to get a drink, you’re so beautiful for those actions you take. Can I just stop this time to stare at the beautiful creation ever made? You sing with my friends, my only focus was on you, you danced with my parents, and honestly I can’t stop looking at you. On that moment, a blissful moment alike of a dream, I began to frown, for this is the last time I’m going to see you like this.

My love, the Queen of my heart, I remember falling for you, and I still feel the same. I still remember the very first time you dragged an eye towards me, the time you introduced yourself, I got intimidated so I just shrug it off. I remember calling you at your room just to say hi. I remember it all. The time that I meet your parents, the time I’ve fallen in love, the time I first held your hands and face, the time I kissed your lips but still lingers between mine. The time I saw you cry, then knocking off a cigarette stick. I remember it all. For that three-minute song, I remember every thing from the very first time we met.

I couldn’t shed a tear, but I insisted to embrace the whole of you before you leave this crowded place. The moment I never wanted to end. And now for the very last time, you let me. You let me love you for my last stay. After that, I unchained my arms, I bit my lip, staring at you, holding your hands, a minute of blank gaze, no talking, a shut mouth with sweet smiles. Then I let go… I let go, the girl of my dreams.

I will, and will always say this. I love you so much. That now I’m letting you love whoever your heart says. I’m thankful for the times you let me feel what true love is. You’re the best person I’ve ever met on my whole existence in this teenage years. You’re a roller-coaster that up to now I still feel my belly tickle a bit. You’re still the reason why these butterflies are widely awake. You’re still the reason why I’m looking forward to love someone new. But not until that I finally met her, I’ll say this to you, I love you, and you still have all of my heart.


Joël’s having something to eat and chatting with some workmates when Nico approaches. The party’s been fun and a lot of people seem genuinely sorry to see him move back to Bridgeport; he’s just realised he may have more connections here than he knew. Now that he’s leaving the place feels like home. He hopes it’s just alcohol making him sentimental.

Nico: Hey, Jo. Can I sit down? I won’t stay long but I just wanted to say a  few things before you go. I didn’t want us to part on bad terms, you know?

Joël: Okay. Sure.

Lincoln: Woah, you have the most amazing green eyes.

So I’ve been told. Jo, I just wanted to say-

She shifts in her chair. Lincoln continues to stare at her.

Nico: I’m sorry things between us didn’t work out, that’s all. But we’re too different. I just wanted to wish you best all the same.

Joël: Yeah. Thanks.

Thanks for not replying to my texts. Bitch.

Nico: So you must be excited that you’ll soon be able to see  a lot more of Jared?

Joël: Yeah. I can’t wait.

Nico nods. Joël eats his sushi. Lincoln grins at them both.

Nico: I’ve been watching that girl. The one who was in your kitchen in her underwear. She was hitting on Raj earlier.

Joël: Mia. Heh, yeah. She’s got a bit of a thing for Raj.

Nico: Now she’s on the dancefloor all over some other guy.

Joël: Mia knows how to have a good time-

Nico: Are you still sleeping with her?

Joël: What? That’s not really any of your business.

Lincoln: Who’s this girl? She sounds interesting.

Nico: Interesting is one way of putting it. Promiscuous would be another-

Joël: I thought you said you didn’t want us to part on bad terms.

Nico: I don’t.

Joël: Then don’t hang shit on Mia, okay? She’s a cool chick.

Nico: Joël, she’s a slut

Joël: Listen. You don’t like it when people define you by your virginity, so why are you defining Mia by her sexuality?

Nico: You really need me to spell it out? Because she’s a ho.

Joël: So you’re saying that it’s okay for you to judge her sexual choices, but it’s not okay for people to judge yours. How’s that fair? We’re all adults. We should be free to do whatever we want with our bodies. If you don’t want to do the nasty with anyone till you’re married, then that’s your choice. If Mia wants to bang everybody in this room, that’s her choice.

Lincoln: Hell yeah!

Nico: Have you been tested for sexually transmitted diseases lately, Joël? At least that’s something I don’t have to worry about.

Joël: Have a nice life, Nico.

                       ONE FULL YEAR APPRECIATION POST
                     and many more reasons to be thankful!!

okay, to give the SHORT & SWEET version, THANK YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH. i honestly can’t say that enough but i absolutely know that i haven’t been saying it as frequently as i should these past several months. so please, by all means understand that you are precious, and i’m so glad you have stumbled or found your way to following my muse, Gale, that you find a smidgen or abundance of interest in. now, this is going to get very long so the rest is going to be under a cut.

                                WARNING: IT GETS VERY LONG FROM THIS POINT ON.

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