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body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue

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anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

Scenario; Though you never really acted up too badly before, for some reason, due to the presence of his friends- you decided to push your limits, disobeying him every chance you got. 

Jungkook; 

-he’d just nod at your defiance, hiding his annoyance until the two of you were alone-

*snaking his arms around your waist, he’d pull you close*
“Y/n…babygirl, you know Daddy doesn’t put up with brattiness* 
*one hand would trail down to your lower half, teasing you* 
“I’m gonna have to punish you now, you know that right?” 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Taehyung; 

-though he hated punishing his little girl, he couldn’t just allow you to think you could act so badly, and as soon as the others left; he’d remind you of your place- 

*the second he heard the front door close, he’d bend you over right there on the couch* 
“I really hate hurting you baby, but I hate your fucking little attitude even more..”
*hikes your skirt up* 
“Count after each spanking, I’m not gonna stop until you’re covered in bruises princess.” 

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jimin; 

-he knew he wouldn’t be able to punish you for awhile since the guys were staying for the night, but he wanted you to know how deep a grave you had dug yourself every chance he got- 

*following you into the kitchen to fetch more snacks, he’d pin you against the counter, raking his fingernails against the back of your thigh* 
“Just wait, princess… Just fucking wait..” 

Originally posted by ciutae

Namjoon; 

-wouldn’t be able to hide his frustration with you at all, though the two of you couldn’t be alone; he wouldn’t be afraid to give you a little warning or two in front of his friends- 

*harshly grips your thigh, causing you to yelp slightly* 
“Oh did that hurt baby?” 
*leans over to you and places his lips right beside your ear* 
“Just wait til you see what I have planned for you later..” 

Originally posted by btshada

Hoseok; 

-he’d be able to contain himself for a while, well, that is until you decided it was a smart idea to tease him with the maknaes- 

*once everyone went to bed, he’d swiftly have you underneath him* 
“What was that you said with the maknaes, y/n?” 
*harshly swats your thigh* 
“Oh, what’s wrong baby?” 
*hits you again* 
“Not so tough now that they’re not here, huh?”

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Jin; 

-he’d act as if nothing were wrong, allowing you to think you could do as you please, but the second he got you alone; he’d make you regret having such bad behavior- 

*shoves you onto the bed, forcing your face into the mattress*
“Seems like you forgot that Daddy really fucking hates brats, y/n..” 
*grabs a fistful of your hair* 
“So it looks like I’ll have to remind you what happens to bad little girls like you.” 

Originally posted by teamoseokjin

Yoongi; 

-god, he wouldn’t put up with your attitude at all, the second you began to act up he’d grab a fistful of your hair and practically drag you to the bed room; not even caring that his friends were there, he’d give absolutely zero fucks- 

*tightening his grip in your hair, he’d force your eyes up to him* 
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing huh, little girl?!” 

You; “I- I..” 

*immediately cuts you off with multiple cruel smacks to your thigh* 
“No, I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses. It’s much too late for any of that..” 
“Daddy’s gonna have lots of fun with you tonight, little one. I hope you remember all your safewords..” 

Originally posted by orayanno

Stood Up

This one’s prompt is quite long, so bare with me! So i’ve just watched the first two episode of Riverdale and i’m in love! And I saw this prompt and I really wanted to write it for Jughead Jones, which is my absolute favourite character. AND I have an announcement, REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN AND I’VE ADDED RIVERDALE TO THE LIST. Please, send in some requests, specifically for the 100 or Riverdale! Thank you!

Prompt: You’ve been stood up by your boyfriend and just when you’re about to leave after being question many times, Jughead comes and sits down. Proclaiming he’s now your date and that he’d just been caught up in traffic jokingly, and the worst date ends up being the best.

Warnings: none. only that i’ve only watched the tv show, so i’m basing this purely off Cole Sprouse’s rendition of Jughead.


Originally posted by noahsweetwne

This night had turned out to be the worst. It had originally been a night you’d been waiting and anticipating for for a really long time, even if it had been delayed and winded down countless time’s each time your boyfriend cancelled on you, you were still excited.

You two month anniversary, which was now closer to being three, was what you were celebrating tonight. Your two month boyfriend, Archie Andrews had promised an exciting night where it would be just the two of you and celebrate all that had happened. It was also the perfect time because it was summer, and with Archie always being so busy with his dads work, getting him alone was hard.

But then it’d been delayed. And delayed. And eventually it was after the incident with Jason, when your date was finally set to actually happen. It had turned into a dinner date at Pop’s rather than whatever Archie originally planned, but you didn’t care so much seeing as you loved the place. The milkshakes were to die for.

It felt odd celebrating after the death of someone who’d been around your age, but you told yourself you deserved it after waiting so long. And you’d been so excited, picking an appropriate but beautiful dress, and done your hair up nicely. You were practically pouncing with excitement when you’d left home. 

Now, though, all that had deflated when an hour alter you still sat in Pop’s alone and with no sight of Archie. Those around you questioned you with concerned looks and Pop’s himself had come over asking if you’d like to just order without Archie or if you needed a ride home, but you refused. Trying to convince your crumbling heart that Archie hadn’t stood you up and would walk through the doors any second. 

But he never did. And it hurt. So much. After weeks of being sympathetic and understanding towards him and his constant cancelling and rescheduling, you felt your heart break just a little bit more at the realization that he didn’t care for you the way you thought he had. And maybe you fooled yourself think he’d cared for you these past two (three) months.

So when Pop’s walked over, his smile of pity doing nothing but make you feel worse, you grabbed your purse. “Hello, sweetheart.” He greeted and you smile at him softly.

“Hey, Pop’s.” You greeted, waving at him. “I think i’m gonna head home, I-I…” You had to stop yourself as your voice cracked desperately, you’d amazed yourself even that you hadn’t started crying yet. “I’m sorry for holding up the table for so long.”

Pop’s smiled reassuringly. You’d known the older man for a very long time and you always appreciated his kind attitude. “No problem, Y/N. Take all the time you need.” He said, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. You grabbed your purse and moved to step out before a sudden figure sped past you and you heard a huff of breath.

Confused, you turned to see Jughead Jones sitting in the seat in front of you. His computer by his side as he smiled awkwardly at you. You blinked, not sure what he wanted. You’d never really talked to him, he always sort of stuck to himself but him and Archie were friends, or had been. And anytime you walked by him he’d given you a polite hello and a warm wave. He’d always seemed nice enough.

But this didn’t explain what he was doing now?

Pop’s wore the same baffled expression as you both looked at him expectantly. “Jughead?” You whispered and soft voice cut out, tilting your head at him waiting for him to explain.

“Sorry i’m late.” Was all he said, adding to your confusion.

“Huh?” You whispered. Hand stuck on your purse.

“The traffic was bad and I hadn’t meant to be late for out date, but I was and for that i’m sorry.” Date? You furrowed your brows, eyes narrowing in absolute confusion, not quite sure what to do.

“Son, I think you’d got this wrong.” Pop’s tried, staring at you for answers which you couldn’t give.

Jughead tore his gaze from you, turning to Pops with a dry look of amusement. “We’ll be good now. She’ll have a strawberry milkshake.” And with a final look towards you, Pop’s walked off and went to complete your order.

“Jughead?” You asked once alone, the boy turned to you. Shaking his head as a much more serious expression became over his face. 

“Archie is an idiot.” He said, shaking his head. “for standing you up like this.”

You stayed silent, letting go of your purse as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. Frowning at your lap, “yeah.”

“Listen, I know we’ve never talked and your date stood you up. But I was wondering if you’d like to spend the next hour with me instead?” Jughead offered and you felt your eyes widening in shock. You’d never heard of Jughead, the outcast, inviting anyone to sit with him or hang out with him. It was undeniably sweet and you felt yourself blushing as a strawberry milkshake was placed in front of you.

Nodding thanks, you waited for Pop’s to leave before refocusing on Jughead. “Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, not understanding his intentions. No one had done something so sweet for you, not even Archie.

“I’ve seen you, you follow Archie around as he barely pays attention to.” He explained, staring into your eyes with a look that told you he knew something you didn’t. “And despite standing you up, you’ll accept his apology.”

You opened your mouth, ready to defend yourself, before you realized what he said was true. Archie had done this a few times and each time your forgave him. 

“But I know what it’s like to be stood up by him, Y/N. And i know how much it can hurt. So, I thought that instead of brooding about it alone, I would brood about it with you.” 

With a sudden smile, you felt your cheeks warm and you nodded. You’d never pegged Jughead as someone sweet, he wasn’t a bad guy but this side you didn’t know existed. And secretly you were glared, this was better than going home and crying, and he seemed genially sincere.

You let your lips find your milkshake and you took a sweet gulp of it, enjoying the taste before smiling up at Jughead. “Then let’s brood together.”


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When they beg you to stay after they cheated on you

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

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

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

ps : again, sorry for my Yoongi feels

Part one 



Kim Namjoon : 

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

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

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

“Oh, hey,” you said. 

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

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

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


Kim Seok Jin : 

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

“y/n, I’m sorry okay?” He asked. 

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

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

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

You sighed, “dinner is ready.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you want to come in?”


Min Yoongi : 

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

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

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

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

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

“What is this? Yah, take her out….”

“Yoongi,” you cried. 

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

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


Jung Hoseok : 

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

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

He would stressed himself and feel very guilty over you.


Park Jimin : 

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

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

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

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

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

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


Kim Taehyung : 

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

“You ready?” He asked. 

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

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

“Shut up,” you cut his words. 

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

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

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


Jeon Jungkook : 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are very sweet as well! Hope you like this! ^^


MC comforts RFA + Saeran


Zen

  • He’s always so honest and direct about everything.
  • So it’s easy to tell when he’s sad since he tends to shut down
  • When he’s like this, your first thought is recurring to the obvious methods: beer, cigarettes or teasing the beast.
  •  If it doesn’t work, wow… he’s really down, huh? You’re getting hurt by seeing him so gloomy.
  • And though he’s upset and frustrated, he would still never ignore you. So when you ask him to go help you with something in the rooftop, he promptly goes.
  • Then you look above and say: “The stars are beautiful tonight… remember the first time you brought me here? I was so happy you were opening up and telling everything on your mind… I love when you open up to me.” Take the hint, Hyun…
  • He just sighs, and your heart aches. “So much has happened a few days after that night, huh? So many bad things you overcame, Hyun…” you place your hand on top of his.
  • You’re right, a lot has happened. And he overcame all of that, but he didn’t do it alone, you helped him.
  •  And you will help him again, right?

Yoosung

  • He tries to hide it from you as much as he can, because he doesn’t want to worry you
  • But he not saying anything and spacing out when he thinks you’re not looking only makes you get more worried.
  • You could offer to play some LOLOL with him, but… he doesn’t play LOLOL much these days.
  • Seriously, you can think of a million things you could do like going out to the movies, ask him to help you cook some new dish or buying him small things that make you remember him like a comic book or a new hairpin.
  • And if nothing works, time to go for the simplest and most effective measure:
  • Cuddling.
  • Yep, just hug him and place your legs between his on the couch and his eyes immediately change, gleaming lightly
  • You rest your head on his lap, and boy is even smiling softly running his fingers through your hair and venting.
  • “I’m sure you will overcome it. You’re so mature and smart, I… almost feel like you’re comforting me with my head on your lap like this.” Ahhh, he’s feeling so cool after that he really feels like he can do anything!

Jaehee

  • The stress can have a much stronger effect now that she’s not that used to it anymore
  • And it’s stress mixed to frustration, since she thinks she’s not allowed to feel like this anymore now that she doesn’t have a strenuous job. So… why does she still feel bad?
  • You can read her pretty easily since it’s all over her tired features, but just coming to her and saying “Hey, sometimes things will still suck, you know?” doesn’t seem it will be much of a help… much on the contraire.
  • So saying something won’t do, but what about doing something?
  • You make her tea (get her away from coffee, just today!) give her a massage, or bake some sweet treat like a cupcake or a muffin.
  • It usually works, since she’s relaxed. But what about the frustration?
  • She watches as you moves the couch away, her eyes widen when she sees you just put a Zen DVD with a sing-along version.
  • “Come on, let’s be cheesy and just let everything go!” you beam, offering your hand to her.  And after some very embarrassing duets, you two plop on the couch, where she finally vents to you.
  • Because that was the point, right? Jus helping her let it go?

 

Jumin

  • Sighs
  • Long and deep sighs. That’s all you need to hear to know something is off.
  • The way he hugs you and leans his head on your shoulder, staying there for a while, usually is also a sign
  • Your first moves include dismissing the chef and cooking a meal yourself, playing with Elizabeth while he watches it or making him rest his head on your lap while you stroke his hair and, as he requests, tell him about your day.
  • He really loves to hear about your day, but man… can’t he tell about his so you’ll know what’s wrong?
  • You proceed to tell about something that bothered you.  “…and that makes me feel frustrated. How would you feel if it was with you?”
  • “Well, I suppose I would feel bothered as well…” “Really? Why is that?” “Because it’s frustrating when people don’t take you seriously, for example, my father today…”
  • And he starts venting, but always talking like it isn’t about him. Well… not ideal, but he still has a long way in showing his emotions.
  • So when he finishes it, you just smile and kiss his forehead. “I’m very proud of you.” And though he has no idea why, he’s feeling… so much lighter.

Saeyoung

  • It’s so easy to tell when he’s sad.
  • He will shut down and stay away from you, telling you he needs it before he’ll take it on you or something.
  • And yeah, you wouldn’t like that, but you know he won’t really snap at you. He doesn’t do things like this anymore.
  • He’s just aloof because he doesn’t want to look sad in front of you.
  • Watch out for the emotional eater! Yep, he eats when he’s upset, so offering him food and waiting for him to talk usually works
  • It can be something you made or just the good ol’ HBC
  • But you prefer trying to cook something, because the smell will make him get out of his isolation and go to the kitchen.
  • And seeing the dirty dishes in the sink, he’ll offer to help you wash it, and that will be when he’ll talk to you.
  • Now that he’s feeling much better, he even suggests you to clean the kitchen, he still has a few more things to say… (Vanderwood is somewhere crying with pride)

 

Saeran

  • Comforting him can be super easy or super hard
  • Depends on which mood he’s in.
  • If he’s feeling clingy, he’ll ask you to take some ice cream with him, then he’ll talk about what’s making him feel sad.
  • If he’s grumpy, it can be a little harder, he’ll be rude and tell you to leave him alone.
  • So you do, personal space is what he needs the most.
  • You leave him alone and try not to worry too much, he will calm down and come to you at some point.
  • You try to distract yourself as you wait, usually going to your laptop to watch funny videos or read bizarre articles.
  • “Hey, scroll slower! I didn’t get to read fact number 17!” he’s behind you, then you pull manage to sit on the couch with the laptop in your lap for you to read it together.
  • And after a few soft laughs, he gets serious and looks at you: “You said I could talk when I felt like, can I?” Oh… listening to him will be way more satisfying than any list Buzzfeed could ever make.

anonymous asked:

Can you do like a continuation of the unrequited one where the rfa member realizes that they like the mc but it might be too late with how they acted towards her?

Anonymous said:

hi can i ask you for a sequel for you one-sided love hc like rfa+v+saeran start to fell in love with mc after she confesses to them but then mc had already moved on and is with someone else pleaseeeee

I might write Jaehee’s later, since I noticed a few people requested it in the comments/askbox ^^ But for now, have the boys’ sequel!

This is also for @saeranoppa​ who had cutely asked for a continuation months ago… I’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to expectation  。゚(TヮT)゚。

–R.I.

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Unrequited Love: Sequel

Yoosung

To say the least… he felt empty.

It had been weeks since the RFA party where he’d met you and cut off contact, but already, he felt that his life suddenly seemed colourless and empty again. Void of meaning. Void of love.

Heaving a sigh, he turned to a more comfortable position on his bed by resting on his back. He raised his phone to his eyes, staring blankly at his lock screen. It was empty, lacking the message notifications that he had gotten used to seeing on his phone for the past few months.

He groaned, covering his face with his hands, “Why am I even expecting anything from her? I was absolutely horrible to her…”

However, Yoosung only felt more and more restless as the hours slipped by. No matter what he tried to distract himself, whether it was gaming, eating, or cleaning the house, his thoughts kept wandering back to you.

Aaah, this is boring… I remember it used to be more fun when I called MC while doing this…

What is she doing? Who is she with right now? How does she look when facing them? Is she smiling? Is she… happy?

Why do I feel so empty? Even though I don’t like her… even though she’s not like Rika…

He couldn’t understand his own feelings, so he decided to ask the best person he knew.

And that’s how Yoosung found himself sitting across a glaring Zen in Jaehee’s café.

“Seriously? You’re gonna ask advice from me about MC? I don’t know if you fuckin’ remember, but you broke her heart. Don’t even think about getting her back,” Zen scoffed, his arms crossed as he gazed pointedly at the younger male.

Yoosung hung his head, a sigh escaping his lips. “I know, and I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “But I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” Zen responded coldly, unimpressed.

Yoosung clenched his fists on the table. “Well what can I do?!”

“Move on from her. It’s the best thing for both of you. Clearly, you’re still not over Rika’s death, which means you’re in no state to be diving headfirst into any relationships. You need time to move on, and I’m definitely not letting you drag MC down while you’re feeling so conflicted.”

“…”

“Besides, she’s already moved on. You should, too.”

Yoosung’s head shot up, his eyes wide. His mouth dropped open in shock, but no sound came out.

Zen raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. “You didn’t know?” He cocked his head to the counter, gesturing for Yoosung to look there. “She’s with Jaehee, now. After you broke her heart that night, Jaehee brought her home and took care of her. And they’re deep in love. They see each other for who they really are. I’m not going to let you ruin their happiness.”

Even Yoosung understood how much better Jaehee would treat MC than he could.

“I understand. I’ll give up,” he whispered hoarsely, a sad smile on his face. He chuckled humourlessly, tears welling up in his eyes, “I have no right to be with her, anyway.”

Zen

Today, the actor was angry.

Lately, he’d been doing really well in his career—after being the star of his previous musical, he’d been brought into the spotlight and was invited to numerous shows and ceremonies limited to famous celebrities. He had been so successful lately, but then he had missed a few rehearsals from being sick after a night of heavy drinking, and his understudy took his place.

And now that understudy had taken his spotlight.

Fuck!” Zen swore in frustration, throwing sheets from the script off of his normally organized table. Tears sprung in his eyes, which he angrily wiped away with the back of his forearm.

He had worked his ass off to get the star position. He had spent hours rehearsing his lines, practising his movements in the mirror, and working out to get his body in even better shape so that he could convince the director to give him the leading role.

“That role belongs to me,” he wept, choking on his hot tears, clinging onto his dining table to hold his weight. He couldn’t stand. The disappointment was unbearable. He had worked so, so hard.

Zen squeezed his eyes shut, curling into a ball as he tried to block out his own thoughts. What should he do? What could he do to relieve himself of this pain? How had he even survived all those hellish evenings of torturous practices?

His eyes snapped open as he remembered. The name slipped past his lips before he realized, echoing in his ears. “MC…”

His gaze trailed to his phone, which was lying on the floor, its screen broken amidst his rage. He crawled over, unable to find the energy to stand up. His fingers trembling, he grabbed the phone, unlocking it with difficulty. He tried to find your contact, scrolling through his messages…

Huh? Where’s MC…?

Realization struck him. That’s right. He had never saved your contact, and he’d deleted your message history once he won the bet. That’s all you had been to him—a bet.

So why was he thinking about you, of all the people he’s ever met in his life, right now, when he was at his lowest?

Suddenly, he remembered what Seven had once told him.

“Ugh, why do they always give me the bad-boy-with-a-kind-heart roles?! I want to try something new, something more challenging!” Zen had been complaining one day.

Seven laughed merrily, “You know, Zen, I read somewhere that you can never really act a character unless there’s a part of you that can actually connect with them.”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“There’s always some truth in a lie. Or, in this case, an act,” the redhead elaborated.

Thinking back to Seven’s words, Zen finally figured it out. The reason it had been so easy, so natural for him to pretend like he was interested in you… The reason he would willingly stay up at night to talk to you, even though he could’ve easily brushed you off if you were really nothing special to him… The reason he was even thinking about you right now…

“I’m in love,” he murmured softly, the words passing through his lips before his mind could even process it. He shook his head in disbelief, letting out a hysterical laugh before he held his face in his hands. He repeated to himself, “I’m in love with MC… Shit.”

He allowed himself to fall backwards onto the floor, wincing as he felt a glass shard stabbing into his back. Must’ve been one of the beer bottles that he’d thrown in his earlier rage. Zen hung an arm over his eyes, letting the material of his clothing soak up the fresh set of tears that he just couldn’t hold in.

“I’m an idiot,” he whispered to himself, pain seeping through his voice.

Fin. | ZEN ALTERNATIVE ENDING:

A series of frantic knocks came at his door. Zen remained still on his floor, ignoring the noise. This happened often—fans would come looking for him once they found out his address. But right now, he didn’t have the energy to deal with his fans. And he definitely didn’t want to show his puffed up face and messed up apartment.

But his ears caught the sound of a familiar voice, and he shot up immediately, scrambling on his knees to stand. Zen wondered, MC? There’s no way she’s here. But… that’s her voice. Her sweet, sweet voice, calling my name… Maybe I’m dreaming…

But there was no mistaking it as he neared the door. He looked through the peephole, eyes squinted as he tried to make out who was at his door in the dark of night. He had to blink away a few tears to clear his vision, but then he immediately recognized your face, and unlocked the door, dragging you in with a big hug.

“Why are you here, you idiot?” he sobbed, clinging onto your small figure desperately. “I was so cruel… You know how horrible I was… I broke your heart on purpose. I don’t deserve to be called a man. I’m the worst. I’m the worst. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…”

He repeated his apologies over and over again, just holding onto you tightly. You reached behind him to rub his back in an attempt to soothe him. God, he’s a mess, you thought to yourself.

When he finally calmed down, he asked quietly, “…Why are you here?”

“I heard the news that you’re being replaced… I figured it would be hard for you to handle it. I know how hard you worked for the role, after all… So, I phoned Seven and he told me your address,” you replied softly, stroking his hair.

“But… why?” He shook his head, unsatisfied by your answer. “I was so awful to you. I honestly don’t deserve you… Why would you come even after I did that to you?”

You offered a sad smile. “Because I love you. And even if you don’t feel the same… even if you think I’m nothing… I would still do anything for you. Because I’m an idiot, and I love you.”

Pain tugged at his heart as he listened to your confession. “But wait, MC, I love you t-“

You covered your ears, taking a step back from him. Heartbrokenly, you admitted to him, “No. You don’t, Zen. You only feel that way because you’re feeling down right now, and you’re reaching to the closest, easiest person for comfort. You’re only fooling yourself into loving me… Please don’t tell me that you love me if you don’t really mean it. Please… don’t break my heart a second time.”

He fell silent, confused. Was it true? Was he really only ‘in love’ because he was feeling depressed? He didn’t know how to feel. His heart was in turmoil right now.

You continued, “Tonight… I’ll make you dinner so you’ll eat properly, clean the house, and make sure you fall asleep. I’ll be gone in the morning. And I’ll be leaving this unrequited love of mine behind. So please, don’t try to find me again. I love you, but I know I have to let go.”

And you stayed true to your word. After taking care of him for the night, you left him with three words:

“Please, be happy.”

Jumin

He couldn’t avoid you forever.

He had been fully aware of that even as he had rejected you a few weeks back. You were part of the same charity organization, and he knew he had to face you at some point. Despite that, he did his best to ignore you, all the same.

You had been hoping to apologize for your previously bold behaviour, but he would make Jaehee turn you away at his office, and he would have his bodyguards surround him when you tried to talk to him after work. Jumin Han was being difficult. And you understood why, but it honestly annoyed you to no end that he took to such measures, simply to avoid you.

So you waited to meet him at the next RFA party planning meeting. As you’d hoped, he came to the meeting with no bodyguards.

“Business is business,” he coldly reminded you before you could even get up from your seat to talk to him. “Leave personal business out of this.”

He was stubborn. And although you were a persistent person yourself, you knew better than to bring personal affairs into work.

After the meeting, you met with Jaehee for lunch, who apologized profusely for having to deny you from meeting Jumin countless times. Of course, you forgave her, knowing she had only been following orders from her boss.

“What should I do?” you asked, sighing. “I’ve tried everything, but he won’t even let me talk to him. All I want to do is apologize, at the very least. I don’t need him to feel the same. I know that’s a lot to ask for, in the first place…”

Jaehee hummed thoughtfully as she listened to your predicament. “Well, Mr. Han tends to be stubborn about things like this. I’m sure you know, but he’s never been on good terms with anyone of the female gender. Everyone had always been after his family name and riches… He grew up surrounded by women who sought to appeal to him, either to be his lover or to gain his father’s favour. It’s only reasonable that he has become unable to trust the women around him.”

You nodded, listening carefully.

She continued, “It’s not the first time he’s been in this kind of situation with you. Mr. Han is a much desired bachelor, and he’s had to meet many women for business, and it happens often that they develop feelings for him. Now, he asks me to go with him during those kinds of meetings, which has decreased the amount of women who act boldly… But, as you’re an RFA member, he deemed it unnecessary…”

“I see…” you murmured softly. “I guess I should try to move on…”

Jaehee’s eyes lit up as she said, “Ooh, actually, one of our party guests is a matchmaker. Her name is Uranai. I could ask her to find a match for you! It never hurts to try.”

You smiled wryly. “Well, I’ve got to start somewhere.”

It was 2 months later, as Jumin sat in his office, that he wondered how you were doing. You had stopped trying to approach him sooner than he expected… He couldn’t help but be curious about you.

Well… it wouldn’t be weird for me to look at her social media or anything… We’re colleagues, after all… That’s what he said to convince himself as he searched up your name and scrolled through your photos.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw pictures of you with another man, arms linked together.

She looks… really happy, Jumin thought to himself, noting how your eyes sparkled with delight.

He ignored the small pang of jealousy in his heart as he leaned back in his chair. He ignored the question that wandered into his mind by itself: Would she have smiled like that with me?

He spoke aloud to himself, “Well… I guess I’m glad she doesn’t come to bother me anymore. It’s… good that she found someone.”

Just colleagues. Nothing more. Not even friends.

Now, it was his eyes who followed your figure as you walked out of the RFA meetings. It was him who would try to make conversation with you when you came to the office to visit Jaehee. It was him who found himself wondering how it would’ve been like to be with you, if he had listened to you, if he had given you a chance. If he hadn’t ignored you when you tried to apologize.

But those were only ifs. It was already too late.

And it was from this, that Jumin would teach his son, born from an arranged marriage many, many years later: “Don’t ever be afraid to take risks. You’ll never know the outcome if you don’t take an opportunity. Please don’t be a close-minded idiot like your father, okay?”

And, by some weird twist of fate, his son and your daughter would meet and fall in love one day, bringing the two families together, and finally giving Jumin the chance to own up to his mistakes.

Seven

You hadn’t responded to any of his calls in days. Seven was starting to get worried about you.

He picked up his phone, texting you.

707: Did something happen?
Read.
707: I know you’re reading my messages. Say something, anything.
Read.
707: You could’ve at least been funny and literally just said ‘something’…
Read.
707: Stop ignoring me.
MC: You have no right to tell me what to do.
707: I don’t understand what you want, MC.
Read.

He sighed in frustration. Why couldn’t you just tell him the truth? You always told him what was on your mind before. …Before that day at the zoo.

His eyes widened at the realization. Now he remembered. You’d been acting really weird that day, almost as if you had fallen in love with him or something… which was exactly what he told you not to do in the ride home afterwards. He quickly messaged you again.

707: MC, I’m coming over.
MC: Wait, what?!

Without further explanation, Seven headed over to your house, in the same car he had unknowingly broken your heart in. He didn’t even knock on your door, simply picked the lock with ease and entered the dark apartment. He felt his heart squeeze in pain as he took in the messy place, realizing that you haven’t been taking care of yourself.

“MC?” he called out, scanning the room for any sign of your presence.

He heard a creak in the bedroom, and he walked slowly in that direction. He knocked politely at your door. “MC, it’s me… Open the do-“

You flung open the door, a wide grin on your face. “I was just kidding~ I’m perfectly fine. You fell for my prank, silly!” You laughed. “Didn’t know you’d worry this much if I didn’t talk to you for a couple days.”

He didn’t believe you for a second. He grabbed you by the arm, and pulled you into his arms. You froze, unsure what to make of this.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner,” he murmured.

“S-Seven? I already told you it was only a joke…”

His grip on you tightened. “I know it’s not. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Your eyes are swollen, red and puffed up… Your nose is pink from blowing your nose… I know you’ve been crying, MC. Not to mention, your place is a mess. And I know you—you wouldn’t let it get this messy if you honestly felt okay. Please don’t lie to me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

The word itself stung. Friends.

“If you know how I feel… Then you know that I don’t think of you as just a friend,” you whispered, eyes downcast. You’d given up on acting like you were fine. “You already said that it’s impossible for you to fall in love, didn’t you?”

He stayed silent, not answering your question.

You took his silence as an urge to continue. “So please… don’t… d-don’t hug me like this. I’ll think the wrong way. I’ll get hopeful. Even though you already… rejected me… before I could even confess…” You clung at his shirt, burying your face into his chest to hide your tears. It felt so perfect, being in his arms. But you couldn’t have him.

“I’m sorry,” he simply said again.

He watched how broken you were over his rejection, and he felt his own chest tightening in pain again. No matter how much he hated seeing you cry, he just couldn’t bring himself to lie that he loved you. Seven could only see you as a friend.

He sighed. “There’s… a lot that you don’t know about me. The person you’re in love with—no, the person you think you’re in love with… That’s not really me. I’m not the cheery, fun guy that I pretend to be. I’m so much worse than you think I am. I’ll only hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Didn’t he know that he was hurting you already?

“You’re hurting me now. Coming to my house like this, holding me like this, whispering into my ears like this… It only makes me want you more, and it hurts knowing that you’ll never return my feelings,” you spoke out your thoughts.

“It’s not just you, MC. No matter who it is, I’d have to reject them. Even if I want to love you, even if I genuinely care about you—which I do, I can’t have a relationship with you, MC. You know I’m a hacker, right? Spies will go after you if they know you’re with me. No matter what, I won’t let that happen. I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Just because it’s dangerous, it doesn’t mean you can’t have feelings for me…”

“You’re not wrong. Still, even if it wasn’t a life-threatening situation, I wouldn’t let myself be with you. I… I have problems, MC. And I refuse to drag you into my problems. Please move on from me.”

You struggled out of his embrace, forcefully prying your bodies apart. Fresh, hot tears rolled down your cheek. “You can’t just expect me to move on like that! It’s not that easy!” you exclaimed, infuriated. It was easy for him to ask you to move on. He wasn’t the one in pain. He wasn’t the one facing rejection. He wouldn’t understand how you feel.

“I know. That’s why I came here today,” he said quietly, his gaze softened with a hint of regret.

You caught your breath, blinking in surprise. “I don’t understand,” you murmured slowly.

He looked you in the eyes with determination. His next words almost broke your heart all over again. “This is goodbye, MC. I came to say goodbye. It’s the only way you’ll move on.”

And then he just left.

He left you, standing there in awed despair by yourself. He left you, with the lingering warmth on your arms from your embrace. He left you, without another word. And he never came back.

Just like you never moved on.

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 1

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: sexual harassment, language, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: sooo its finally here! the a/b/o fic nobody asked for. this is my take on the dynamic and it’s kind of different (but not really) to what i’ve seen on here before but hopefully you guys like it! i promise it’ll be a LOT more smutty than my series usually are, but im gonna make yall work for it first. feedback is always appreciated! message me if you wanna be tagged :)

for a quick run down of a/b/o dynamics, read this post

title is from stalker by bad rabbits

Natasha is waiting in your office when you return to Stark Tower, barely flinching when you slam the door shut and immediately collapse on the small couch against the wall. Nat undrapes her legs off your desk and pads over to you to sit crossed-legged by your head, putting on an exaggerated pout. It’s probably unwise to side-glare an international assassin turned Avenger, but you do it anyway.

You close your eyes and fill up Nat’s expectant silence with, “Why are all Alphas the biggest fucking assholes on the planet?”

“I don’t know,” Nat says with a wistful sigh, “It must be in our DNA.”

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Mari’s Chat: an Interview with Chat Noir (Pt. 1)

I know, I know, you thought it would never arrive, but here it is: my long-awaited interview with Chat Noir! Paris’ top anti-crime cat sat down with me to answer your questions about villainy, leather, pop culture, and even romance. Remember to subscribe for future installments!

Originally posted by lia-brisa

First of all, thank you so much for agreeing to this interview–

I think you mean interMEW~, princess.

If you think I’m going to make that the title of this piece, you are higher than the Eiffel Tower.

Can’t blame a cat for trying.

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A Pearl In The Rocks

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 2079

Pairing: LokixReader

Summary: Thor dumped Loki with the Avengers, believing it would help his little brother. It wasn’t long before the two of you became fast friends, and you ended up being the only person in Stark tower Loki would talk to.

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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BTS react to their Hispanic girlfriend

A/N: These two requests are very similar so i’m putting them together, thank you for requesting and I’m sorry this took so long ~

I should be studying right now, i totally flunked my maths test…


Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Mr. International Playboy would probably show off one of his (many) skills and learn a couple of phrases in Spanish to try to woo you, he’d also want you to teach him Spanish as a way of spending time together.

“Eres muy bonita, did i say it right?”


Taehyung

Originally posted by my-fjo

Similar to Jungkook, Taehyung would be pretty proud that he was able to win your heart. He wouldn’t be as snobby about having you but everytime he saw people stare at you he’d just proudly think about how you’re hispanic roots have blessed you with good looks as well as a good heart.

“Those boys kept staring at you, it’s too bad you like me too much huh?”


Jimin

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

Jimin wouldn’t mind at all if you weren’t the slightest bit Korean, he would love the fact that despite being so different to one another, in language and physical features, that the both of you were able to still bond as well as fall in love, 


Namjoon

Originally posted by mochiminii

Namjoon would be interested, not only in your language but your culture in general. He would kind of just ‘observe’ you in everyday life wondering how your western roots differentiate from his. He would learn to love and embrace this difference between you two. 


Hoseok

Originally posted by jaayhope

We all know what western air does to this boy You know, when he puts on a hat, lets his forehead see light and turns to a fuckboy. I think that in all honesty, your hispanic roots will probably turn him on more than anything.


Yoongi

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

I think that Yoongi would become increasingly interested and intrigued by your physical features because of course the western features are different to the ones in Korea. Even though Yoongi is a kept-to-himself type of guy i think that he would be honest and open about how beautiful he thought you were.

Seokjin

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Seokjin would be pretty entertained by this, sometimes he would just ask you to say random phrases before he would burst out in giggles because your pronunciation is so different when compared to Korean pronunciations. 


                                                   -bangtan angels-

Down to Mephisto’s Cafe PT.1

Just a Girl

There are ups and downs to being a world famous rugby player.

The sport, the cash, and the kickass merch are all things Ginny Weasley can live with. The glam, the press, the stalker fans and photo shoots, she can do without. 

But sometimes the things that bite you in the ass, have perks of their own.

Who knew Pansy Parkinson could make bad look so good.

Parkinson Studio- Before the BBC Before the BBC Sponsor Party

Ginny: Hey, so, not to be that girl, but how long is this going to take? I did just get back from a match… My ass, and now feet, are killing me.

Assistant Velma: *unsympathetic* 

Pansy: Not long, now that I am here.

Ginny: *gives Pansy a once-over* Huh, what a shame.

Take all the time you need.

Pansy: I intend to.

*reaches for Ginny’s chin to inspect* Not a bad job…

At least I don’t have to fire anyone

Ginny: Well, Mum and Da stopped after me so I guess I am the masterpiece they were always looking for but never found in my brothers.

Pansy: *ignores Ginny* Her hem needs to come up a quarter of an inch.

Ginny: *muttering* Well I think my hem is fine.

Pansy: Oh really?

Assistant Velma: *tsks* It’s not everyday someone gets dressed by Ms. Parkinson, I would watch your mouth.

Ginny: And how about getting undressed by Ms. Parkinson? How often does that happen?

Pansy: *directed at Velma* That will be all.

We’re done.

Ginny: ….Alright. Thank you Ms. Parkinson. I guess… I’ll…go…

Pansy: Go? Oh no, darling. You misunderstand.

The only place you’re going tonight is the BBC Sponsor Party, correct?

Ginny: Right.

Pansy: You obviously need help navigating this world, and who better than myself? You will be taking me, I’ll send over appropriate attire, see you at seven.

Ginny: Seven it is.

Pansy: Don’t be late.

Ginny: *happy dance*

Assistant Velma: Oi! Watch the pins!

Ginny: Sorry!

TBC

“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”

***

“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.

***

The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.

***

Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

All’s Fair in Love and Pet Names

“Sweetums.”

“No.”

“Honey.”

“Nuh uh.

"Honey lumpkins?”

“What the hell? No.”

“Darling.”

“Generic. And no.”

“Boobear.”

“… I think I just threw up a little.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m serious. If you ever call me ‘boobear,’ I’ll file for divorce.”

“Inuyasha!”

“Hey, you’ve been warned.”

“Listen here, dog-boy: it’s every new wife’s sacred duty to find the right pet name for her husband.”

“Which kami gave out that dispensation? Cuz I’ve got a complaint to make.”

“And I’m going to find yours, just wait and see! How about… dumpling? You like dumplings!”

“I also like being regular, don’t mean I wanna be called Shithea—”

“Stud muffin.”

“Oi, you’re not listening to me—”

“Hotcakes.”

“Kagome, stop.”

“Waffles.”

“Wha—?”

“Sugar pie.”

“Are you just hungry?”

“… I mean, a little. But if you don’t like the food theme, I can try something else. Sugar…um… daddy?”

“… okay, I think I really did throw up that time.”

“Yeah… that was pretty bad. Okay, scratch that one. Um… Old Man?”

“How about we avoid anything that makes me sound like your great grandfather, or the creepy old uncle nobody wants to invite for the holidays?”

“Okay, fine. I’ll think of something better. Something so good it’ll knock you right out of your socks!”

“Uh huh. My socks are quivering.”

“How aboooouuuuut… Lambykins?”    

“… Kagome…”

“Puppykins?”

Fuck no.”

“Mud Puppy.”

“Stop with the 'puppy’ business. First I’m a grandpa, now I’m a toddler. Damn, Kagome.”

“All right, all right. So you want something more macho?”

“I want you to give it up already.”

“Just who do you think you married, huh? I’m not a quitter!”

“Ugh…”

“How about… Beefcake.”

“Still hungry?”

“Hot Toddy.”

“Ain’t that a cocktail?”

“Bulldozer.”

“… a little, microscopic, tiny bit better…”

“Silver Bullet?”

“… I don’t hate it…”

“The Silver Wonder?”

“Eh…”

“Thundercat!”

“… cat? Really?”

“B'doodleykitten!”

“Okay, these names are taking a huge step backwards. Let’s go back to the 'bullet’ idea…”

“My Uzzie Wuzzie.”

“… You know what? Fine. Fine. That sounds great… baby.”

“… now, Inuyasha… I know you know that I don’t like it when couples call each other 'baby’. It’s so infantilizing.”

“Oh? Hn, all right then, Old Lady.”

“Inuyasha…”

“What is it, Princess?”

“Oh my God, don’t even start—”

“Okay, Poopsie.”

“Ew ew ew!”

“Don’t like that, Jigglypuff?”

“Hey! Just because that was my favorite Pokémon in middle school, doesn’t mean—”

“Tch, who do you think you married? That’s still your favorite Pokémon.”

“… ahem. Be that as it may, it doesn’t mean I want to be called—”

“Keh! Fine then, Tootsie Roll.”

“Don’t make me file for a divorce.”

“How could you say that to me, Sugar Lips?”

“OKAY, OKAY! I surrender! Are you happy now? I surrender! No more pet names!”

“Promise, Gummy Bear?”

“Ugh! Yes, I promise!”

“Good. Glad to hear it, Sugar Lumps.”

“Watch it, Puppykins.”




A/N: I’m having too much fun with the dialogue challenge, someone take it away from me. (Yeah, I know pet names aren’t really a thing in Japan like they are in the west, but I just had to. I had to.)

Just Go With It (Prof! Rogers x Reader)

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AN: sorry i’m such a dramatic bitch

Steve Rogers would be a liar if he said he hadn’t been thinking of calling you up and asking you on a date. He’d also be a liar if he said his palms weren’t sweating up a storm as he waited for both of your coffees to be finished. After quickly locking up his office he had walked you down the street to this nice little cafe, earning grins from plenty of his students when you two entered. You kept nodding as he spoke and fiddled with your fingers to keep busy.

You were nervous and for some reason he was scared to know why.

When he approached the booth you had settled into, he set your cup down and sat across from you, you smiled your thanks at him and took a sip.

“So, uh.. Why are you here?” he asked and your eyes locked with him and he cleared his throat, “Not that.. It’s a problem! You look great by the way,” he said quickly and you couldn’t help but smile.

Steve relaxed, and sighed, “Sorry, I’m just-”

“Nervous?”

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The Boy Named Yoongi

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1,381 words

Summary: Valentine’s day is coming up and you had no interest in that but that was only until you realized you still liked your middle school crush; the boy who harshly rejected you.

WARNING: Sexual assault (It’s briefly mentioned but I just want everyone to know just in case)

Masterlist

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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD "In the Demon World’s style?! Who can you call a “bad” guy?!"

Hi!

Today I have something different for you~ :D I translated a special drama CD from Dark Fate. It’s pretty funny, so enjoy! ^^

Special thanks to @violet-sin for providing me with this drama CD! <3 :D

If you spot any mistakes, please let me know, so I can correct them. Thanks! ;D

And please don’t repost!


Title: Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD In the Demon World’s style?! Who can you call a “bad” guy?!

Japanese title: DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE ステラワース特典ドラマCD「魔界的!? 『ワル』ってどんなヤツ!?」

Cast: Sakamaki Laito (CV: Hirakawa Daisuke), Sakamaki Shū (CV: Toriumi Kōsuke), Tsukinami Shin (CV: Morikubo Shōtarō)

Duration: 14:26

Track: [ X ]

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How odd (Ethan x FemReader) short tickle fluff

Originally posted by martziplier98

(A/n): I’m posting a story wow

Summary: Massage turns into a tickle fight

Warnings: Intense fluff?

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Sometimes, work sucked. Just as a general haul. Be it school work, office work… YouTube work? Everything. It was easy to have anything pile up on you and make you feel like shit. Emotionally and physically.

Today- sadly- was one of those fair days.

You had a meeting about God knows what; three hours of undecipherable rambling that you knew you weren’t getting back. A soild waste of breath, daylight, and space in your schedule.

We have all have these days.

Though you pressed through, in one piece or another, and managed to make it back home at the end of it all. You were almost ready to call up either Mark or Tyler because you felt drunk on exhaustion. But, a prayer let you drive in peace.

As soon as the door was shut behind you when you entered the shared home, a thick sigh droned out of your mouth. It sank low and hung heavy in the air.

Hobbling to the nearest couch seemed almost impossible. After you were able to kick free your shoes, that is.

But once you threw yourself face first upon it’s surface- everything was right with the world. Your aches and worries didn’t slip through your skin like you had hoped, but they were generously numbed.

Your eyelids fluttered shut and quiet consumed you.

That was just moments before you heard a murmur of movement somewhere from around you.

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Acceptance - Taeyong (M)

A/N: I know… it’s pretty rushed… honestly I could’ve made a series out of this prompt but I don’t got time for that so it’s a one-shot… and referring to the baby was weird af bc i didn’t wanna make up a name… tried to keep it general but asdfghjkl

and Happy Belated Birthday Zey! @taeyongbelviso

Originally posted by nctaezen


Pairing: Reader x Taeyong ft. Mark

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 2,505

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