you took the fall for us

Promises

Chapter 1- Remember When We Were Kids?
(Victor Criss x Henry’s Sister!Reader)

A/N: Alrighty! I’m so sorry that this took so long (and I’m not even done with the whole story yet) but I just HAD to post something for you guys! I took the prompt I was given and I kind of… expanded it and changed it a bit. The chapters of this story are going to be REALLY long, and I kind of plan on the whole story being really long, but I hope you like it!

Requests: (I changed the request a bit, I hope you don’t mind!)

Hey, I love your stories - you really are an amazing writer so thanks for sharing your talent with us :) and could you write a story where Vic falls for Henry’s sister who’s way too innocent for her own good and of course off limits for the boys, and he has just convinced her of a date but Henry interrupts it? (Sorry if this it too specific)

Word Count: 4,559

Rating: SFW

Warnings: mention of abuse, possessive behavior, underage drinking, talk about puberty, broken promises

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to love is to be fearless

yearning to let go, to pursue someone new 

to replace my leftover feelings for you

yet here I am missing when it was just me

making love to you and setting our souls free.

took nothing for granted

but still our time ended 

now i’m lucky to see

just your name on my screen.

used to love looking at us in your mirror

words were unneeded, our feelings were clearer

but you ran from your heart, now it’s back to the start

we were falling in love, now I’m falling apart

hobislilies  asked:

What would bts do with you on a rainy day? ☔🌧️

Jin: The two of you would huddle under an umbrella, his arm around your waist, keeping you close so that cars wouldn’t splash you when going past or the rain wouldn’t drip from the top of the umbrella to you. You smiled to yourself, swiping some hair aside as the two of you dodged puddles together, kept warm only by how close you were.

“I had a bad feeling it was going to rain.” He chuckled to himself, kissing you on the top of the head. You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“At least it was a nice walk.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi: He wouldn’t be prepared at all for it to rain. The two of you were on a date in the park when the cool droplets began to fall from the sky. Yoongi quickly took the initiative using his jacket to cover the two of you and run to the bus stop. You carefully held out a hand to feel the icy drops on your fingertips.

“What do we do? The bus isn’t to come for a few hours…” You murmured, flinching back as a raindrop ricocheted off of a puddle’s surface onto your leg.

“Well, isn’t this what we were going to do anyway? Talk? If anything, the rain makes it more calming.”

Originally posted by sugaa

Namjoon: As soon as the rain started, Namjoon raised his hand to feel the water patter. He closed his eyes and relaxed for a bit, listening to the combined sounds of both the sea and the rain.

“Namjoon?” You questioned, causing a smile to appear on his countenance. He walked over to you, gripping your hand and pulling you out of the shelter.

“We were in the sea earlier, what’s the point in hiding from the rain?”

Originally posted by jiminthefairyprince

Hoseok: As soon as it started raining, the two of you would race outside rather than indoors, jumping in puddles and kicking water at each other. Not intentionally at first, but as soon as one person was hit, the battle began.

“Did you just splash me?” You shouted, jumping in a puddle with all your might to splash him back.

“Hey! I didn’t!” He’d laugh, kicking some water back at you.

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Jimin: The two of you were out in the countryside on a walk when it started raining. Neither of you had coats or umbrellas. A single drop of water fell out of the sky and the two of you exchanged a look as the heavens opened. It bucketed it down, so the two of you raced through the fields to get back to the car.

“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT COATS!” You shouted as Jimin tripped, stumbled and giggle his way back, too entertained to care about the rain.

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Taehyung: The second a drop of water hit the floor, Taehyung ran to your room, having an excuse to cancel the date where the two of you went out.

“Y/N, do you know what today is?”

“The day of our date?” You’d look at him suspiciously.

“No, the day we can watch kdramas all day because it is raining.” He’d laugh, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his room.

Originally posted by bangtan-damntan

Jungkook: The two of you weren’t that affected by the rain. Mainly because the two of you had planned to have the usual gaming date. Jungkook’s confidence had been affected after Taehyung beat him in a game, so he’d been practising with you more often. Not that much practising was involved.

“Kookie, look, it’s raining.”

“That’s nice, Y/N.”

Originally posted by lovejeon

SHEITH POSITIVITY WEEK - DAY 7: Proposal (free day).

Do you feel the same when I’m away from you?
Do you know the line that I’d walk for you?
We could turn around or we could give it up

But we’ll take what comes
Take what comes

Oh the storm is raging against us now
If you’re afraid of falling then don’t look down
But we took the step or we took the leap
And we’ll take what comes
Take what comes

Feel the wind in your hair
Feel the rush way up here

We’re walking the wire, love
We’re walking the wire, love
We’re gonna be higher
We’re walking the wire, wire, wire

- “Walking The Wire” by Imagine Dragons

A bit sketchy, but I kinda like how this one turned out. I wanted to draw some fluffy sheith proposal for ages now, but I guess I needed a proper occasion for it, first. :D

We’re going to talk about how depressing and amazing this series was

We were watching this series from Dark’s perspective.

All those times the characters were describing us as trustworthy, someone they could depend on?  That’s Dark.  He was someone people could believe in, someone you could put your hopes in.  

Dark tried to help.  He did everything he could for everyone, no matter how dangerous the situation became.  And what does he get in return for his bravery and trust in others?

He gets shot.  He gets shot by the Colonel, falls off the balcony, and dies. 

And Damien and Selene are lost and confused and pissed.  Mark took EVERYTHING from them.  And there’s only one solution to their problem: putting you back into your body.  But as Damien says, “you can’t survive on your own.”  We have to let them in.  

So we do.  

And the first thing we see is the man who caused this.  A man who is CLEARLY not sane, he thinks this whole thing was a joke.  He’s waiting for Damien and Selene to come out and laugh along with him.  But that won’t ever happen, and he rather laugh than deal with the consequences of his actions. 

And the last thing we see is our reflection.  Dark’s reflection.  You can see how resentful and angry and hurt he is.  But you can also see how he accepts his position.  He accepts what happened to him, and he is going to get revenge on Mark for what he’s done.

He just wanted to be with his friends.  He just wanted to help.  And this is where that got him.  What a terrible fate for someone who was so kind.  

Typical

Context - the party are dungeon-delving into a rather mischievous vampire’s underground ‘lair’. They spot a door at the bottom of a pit.

DM: There’s a ladder you can climb down.

Rogue: Okay, I’ll go down and check for traps *succeeds*

DM: The ladder’s fine…

Rogue: I reach the bottom and yell up –.

DM: … but as your feet hit the floor, you trigger the trap hidden on the ground. Fireballs explode from all around you and those on the ladder.

*4d6 fire damage*

DM: Roll to keep hold of the ladder.

*NPC companion nat 1s*

DM: Anton falls and …

Rogue: FEATHER FALL!

 DM: … lands gently on the floor…….. triggering the trap again.

Party: FFS

*3d6 fire damage*

DM: Again, roll to keep hold.

*Ranger-druid fails and hits the ground*

Party: NO

*2d6 fire damage*

DM, gleefully: And again?

*Cleric fails and falls*

*1d6 fire damage*

DM, is far too happy: Once more?

*everyone succeeds and makes it down the ladder, but only because the trap is exhausted*

Party: *is totally wrecked and on its last legs purely because of fire and fall damage*

Rogue: *took absolutely no damage because of evasion* Well that wasn’t too bad. Let’s look at this door…

DM: The door is painted on the wall. You’re literally in a dead end pit.

Party: …………

post-emoji movie Trauma

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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What The Signs Mean to Me

Aries: My very first best friend. I love how you never let anything hold you down. You’re brave, artistic and a bit immature, but that gives you that child like flair. I hope you’re happy wherever you are, and I’m sorry things had to end the way they did. 


Taurus: Everything comes back to you. The rock solid foundation of my life. A beautiful chaos, art in every sense of the word. I love how you love, and I’m sorry for your pain. No one can find your light for you, but when you do you illuminate the lives of everyone around you. 


Gemini: You little rascal, mischief unmanaged. You don’t always have a plan, but at least you have a pla-. The way you navigate the world with your emotional intuition makes me want to be more like you, always true to yourself no matter what. Learn to forgive and let go, your life will be so much easier. 


Cancer: You always do what you need, and what you need is not always legal. You always showed me kindness, and calmed me when I was restless. Your love was brotherly, and I hope the fog lifts over your life soon. Something tells me it already has. 


Leo: I hate that I love you. I hate how powerless I am around you, how all logic goes out the window and I’m standing in front of you, naked, with nothing to offer you but my heart. But here’s the thing, everybody loves you. And the way you look at me tells me you’ll wait for me, but I’m terrified that you’ll leave me behind. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Please don’t lose sight of who you are. 


Virgo: You amaze me. How you handle everything so effortlessly, surrounded by your adoring friends. Sometimes I can’t believe we’re related. You will always be better than me. But in those moments when you don’t feel perfect, please know that you’re never alone, and that we will always be here for you. I swear you’re not human, you are an angel on earth who’s just visiting.


Libra: You are the coolest, most chill fucking person. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me, you are one of those rare people who are truly selfless. Your humour is everything, and how you always seem so at ease calms me down on the most stressful days. You love the world and it loves you right back. 


Scorpio: You know me better than I know myself. Your soul will be forever wrapped around mine, co-existing. You taught me what it means to be a friend and what it means to be the enemy. I hope you realize what your power is some day, because your wrath is beyond unparalleled. 


Sagittarius: If I would die tomorrow I would be content, knowing that I truly experienced what it means to share a bond with another human being. Why the universe decided to have us cross paths I will never know, but one thing I know for sure is that I would not be me without you. You are a nomad, child of the world. You searched it and found home. But it wasn’t easy, and it took time and a lot of pain but it was all worth it. You give me hope. That no matter how far down I fall, something beautiful will rise from the ruins. You just have to believe. 


Capricorn: With you I can just be myself. You never judge me, you see me when I don’t see myself. When we’re together hours pass by in comfortable silence. Or, they used to. You never say much, but when you do it’s always pure genius. I wish you would be kinder to yourself. I know I’m responsible for your broken heart but you never made the burden mine. I will always respect you. I just hope you’ll someday let someone thaw your frozen heart and let yourself be happy. 


Aquarius: You are everything I want to be. You are absolutely hypnotizing. I never know if you’re flirting with me or just being friendly. An ice queen, everyone always envies the one that has your love, even if it’s just for a night. Eloquence and elegance, and so much passion. It is scary how well you do what you do, and how your body moves with such grace. Everybody is intimidated by you, and yet you treat everyone as an equal. Your insecurities are crazy to me, if I were you I definitely wouldn’t be this humble. 


Pisces: You’re two faced and completely insane, but you’re such a bad bitch wearing either mask that I can’t help but worship you. Your voice could stop wars, and you can make the most absurd things sound completely reasonable. I wish you wouldn’t take everything so personally, sometimes it gets tiring to walk on eggshells around you. Empathy is a virtue worth cultivating. Make sure your integrity and morals are well placed, because if they are nobody can stop you. Not even if they wanted to. 


This was originally a post by @kanyenoodles, and I really wanted to make my own version of what the signs mean to me.

missmemes04  asked:

It's 05:30 where I am and I can't sleep can you tell me a joke please (Sorry for my bad english)

I hope you fall asleep soon! And your English is awesome!! Hey, did you know I used to work at a calendar factory? They fired me because I took a couple days off.

This Life Is Mine (feat. Casey Lee Williams)
Jeff Williams
This Life Is Mine (feat. Casey Lee Williams)

Mirror, can you hear me?

do I reach you?

are you even listening?

can I get through?

there’s a part of me that’s desperate for changes

tired of being treated like a pawn

but there’s a part of me that stares back from inside the mirror

part of me that’s scared I might be wrong

that I can’t be strong…

I’ve been afraid, never standing on my own

I let you be the keeper of my pride

believed you when you told me I was nothing on my own

listen when I say,

I swear it here today

I will not surrender,

 this life is mine!

amazing how you conquered me, chained me in servility and made me see

the world the way you told me to

but I was young and didn’t have a way to know the truth

born to live your legacy

existing just to fill your needs

a casualty

of this so-called family that you have turned into a travesty

but i don’t intend to suffer any longer

here’s where your dominion falls apart

I’m shattering the mirror that kept me split in pieces

that stood between my mind and heart

this is where I’ll start

I’m not your pet,

not another thing you own,

I was not born guilty of your crimes,

your riches and your influence can’t hold me anymore

I won’t be possessed

burdened by a royal test

I will not surrender,

 this life is mine!

shame that it took so long to rescue me

from the guilt you used to tie me to your family tree

I guess your training failed, you’re not in charge I’m free

your patriarchal prison won’t hold me

now this conversation’s finally over

Mirror mirror, now we’re done

I’ve pulled myself together now, 

my mind and heart are one

Finally one

I’m not your pet

not another thing you own

I was not born guilty of your crimes

your riches and your influence can’t hold me anymore

I won’t stay possessed,

burdened by a royal test,

I will not surrender,

 this life is mine!

Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

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Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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I will admit I had a crush on you not so long after meeting you and most people would say I’m crazy but look at how far we’ve come. I tried so hard to resist but no matter how hard I tried to push you away, you just kept drawing me in. I am so proud of us, how strong we are now, I’m so proud of you, proud of the person you have become. I’m so thankful, thankful that against all the odds I was led to you, to the most incredible person in the entire world.
—  Tenari Ioapo // It took me days to fall for the one person I’ll spend my entire lifetime loving.
All The Times You Slept In Bucky's Bed

Summary: In which you’re tired (literally and figuratively) of Bucky waking you up every night with his nightmares so you take matters into your own hands.

Bucky X Reader

Warning: Smut and Fluff

Words: 4,004

A/N: First reader insert fic that I decided to do for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. I had prompt 18 “God, I am too tired for this.”- I’m addicted to reader insert fics now. Expect more in the future.

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The first time you slept in Bucky’s bed you had gone three days without much sleep. Your bedroom was right next to his so every noise he made woke you up. It just so happened his consistent nightmares caused him to yell and moan in his sleep which in turn woke you up.

You groaned, head pounding as rest was stolen from you and rolled over. Your eyes found the bright red glow of the alarm clock. You allowed for your eyes to adjust before reading the numbers and groaned once more. 2:36am

You sat up, head aching with the motion, limbs protesting as the desire to remain in bed was overwhelming. You stared longly at your pillow contemplating if you should just give in and go back to sleep and deal with Bucky tomorrow when another cry tore through the air.

“Oh for fucks sakes,” you muttered standing up.

You left your room and found yourself in front of Bucky’s doorway. You knocked, three short raps, before opening it.

“Bucky it’s me.”

He didn’t hear you though, oblivious to the world as he thrashed around the bed. His eyes were screwed up tight, his expression the pinnacle of pain. His hands were clutched in his sheets, twist and tearing the fabric with the strength of his grip.

You cautiously walked over to him, aware he was the Winter Soldier and he might lash out in a moment of disarray. You grabbed his shoulders and shook.

“Bucky wake up.” He didn’t seem to hear you, his whimpering echoing in the room.

You shook him harder and spoke louder. “Bucky wake up!”

He gasped his eyes flying open, the gray hues flying wildly around the room until they stopped on your face. It was like he couldn’t see you and was staring through you. His eyes focused and with it came a ripple of confusion followed by the dawn of realization.

“Y/N s-sorry. Did I wake you?” You never heard him speak with such dubiety before, as if he was uncertain of himself. You breathed in heavily, your ire of interrupted sleep fading. This was not the Bucky you saw during the daytime. That Bucky was somebody who carried himself with a sense of pridefulness and attitude.

This Bucky was a broken and scared man. This was the man who had been tortured by Hydra into becoming a shell. An empty shell for them to forge and utilization. Even tho his form was huge; laying in bed coated in perspiration, his eyes wide and afraid, his limbs trembling, he looked like a small and feeble child.

You let out a breath and motioned at him with your hands. “Scoot over.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m getting in bed with you,” You said simply. His eyes widened almost comically and he started sputtering. Definitely not the Bucky you knew during the daytime.
He made no movement though, so you huffed impatiently, eyes traveling to the ceiling as if in a silent appeal, “God, I am too tired for this.

You climbed into his bed and begin nudging him over. Eventually, he got the hint and scooted, allowing you enough room to lay down beside him and throw your arms over his chest.

“What are you-”

You cut him off, shushing him as your fingers found his temple and began a slight massage, “My Ma used to do this for me when I had nightmares. Just relax and go back to sleep.”

It took awhile for his tense body to start to slacken under you and before long his snores are echoing around the room. You let your hands fall and began to stand up from the bed when his body jerked and he let out a sharp hiss. Already the nightmares are starting up once more for him.

You sank back down on the bed and threw your arms around him. In turn, His arms unconsciously came around you too, gripping you tight as if you’re the anchor to the real world that he desperately needed. The whimpering and shivering ceased again and you realized he’s not going to last long unless he’s holding onto something.

Too tired to care you shifted your position to a more comfortable one and closed your eyes. Sleep cane quick and easy to you laying in Bucky’s arms and if you weren’t so exhausted you might have wondered why. But instead, you drifted and slept well into the next day, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms.
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The second time you sleep in Bucky’s bed it was the next night. You were up late in your room, filling out paperwork that you had been neglecting for Fury and his nagging was reaching the annoying stage so you sat down in your room at 3pm and kept working well past sunset.

It was nearly midnight when you heard the first strained cry coming from the room next to you. You froze, cocking your head to the side to hear better almost convinced that maybe you just imagined it.

But no; he cried out again and you sighed. You stood, cracking your back in the process, and make your way to his room.

Bucky thrashed around violently this time, a stark contrast from last night. You hesitated, unsure on how exactly to approach him without getting hit or kicked from his flailing limbs. After a few seconds of trying to figure it out, you threw caution to the wind and advanced forward.

“Bucky,” you called out but he didn’t hear. His face contorted in agony and a scream made his way up from his throat; muffled only by his clenched teeth. You stepped forward and called out to him louder this time but just like the night before he didn’t hear you.

‘He’s going to hurt himself,’ you thought and stepped up to the edge of his bed. You leaned forward, bracing yourself on one knee and grabbed his shoulder

“Bucky wake up,” you said, your voice louder than normal as you shook him.

Unlike last night he doesn’t wake up gently. This time he sprung forward, grabbed you, and threw you onto the bed; trapping you beneath him. One hand found itself wrapped around your neck squeezing but not too tightly that you couldn’t breathe. The other hand is pinning both of your wrists above your head.

You let out a shaky breath, “Bucky it’s Y/N.”

You were calm on the outside but on the inside, your heart hammered against your rib cage at a mile a minute. Your brain was a tornado of thoughts, mapping out ways for you to get out of this should the need arise.

He stared at you, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. His eyes didn’t register your existence again just like the night before. He’s still trapped in his nightmare and his brain hasn’t caught up with his consciousness yet. Slowly though the dullness around his pupils ceases and awareness trickles forth as reality settles in.

“Y/N?” He questioned, his grip slacked on your neck and wrist.

“Good morning sunshine,” you grinned, hiding the fact that you were unnerved by his aggression. You slipped your hands from under his and cupped them together, rubbing where he held them in an effort to return the feeling to your extremities.

He jumped off of you, almost like a violent flinch. “Oh God Y/N I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean-”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand and sat up. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t hurt me.”

He stared at you in disbelief, raking his eyes over your body as if he didn’t trust you and you were hiding some debilitating injury he caused.

You ignored him instead and moved over on the bed to give him enough room to lay down. You patted the bed and grinned at him. He gave you a dubious look and you patted again, firmer this time, encouraging him to join you. Still looking uncertain and a bit confused, he slid under the covers next to you.

You laid down next to him and repeated what you did last night. It took him a little longer than the previous time for your ministrations to relax him and put him to sleep. No doubt he was unnerved by his attack on you.

But soon his frame relaxes and his breath deepens as sleep overcomes him. This time you don’t bother to get out of the bed, instead opting to roll over and fall asleep next to him.
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The third time you slept in Bucky’s bed he invited you to.

You raised a delicate eyebrow as he corned you the next night, moving you away from the ears and eyes of everyone else.

His face was flushed a bright red extending down his neck judging by the hue you saw when he pulled at his collar. He wrung his hands together and looked everywhere but you.

“You uh… the past few nights… in my bed,” He tripped over his words, awkwardness filling the every being in his body, which amused you because he reminds you of a pubescent boy attempting to talk to a girl for the first time and not the super soldier trained assassin.

You wondered if he was going to ask you why. Did he think you were in love with him? Was he in love with you and the bed-sharing was sending him mixed signals? Was he not and it was upsetting?

He was still stumbling over his words- God he sounded like Steve- and you were growing impatient wanting him to get to the point.

“Barnes,” you said firmly and he finally stopped long enough to look at you.

“Can you sleep with me again tonight,” he blurted out, his face turning a deeper shade of red, “Because when you’re sleeping next to me for some reason I don’t have any nightmares. It’s just that I swear, I’m not trying to get into your pants. I just feel it would mutually beneficial because neither of us is getting any sleep since my nightmares wake you up and this seems to help. Nothing sexual, I promise. Not that you aren’t attractive enough because you are an incredibly gorgeous-”

“Okay,” you calmly cut off his rambling.

“-Woman… what?” He looked shocked as if he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“Okay,” you repeated.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes.”

He breathes out a breath of air and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay. Alright good. Thank you. For this. I’ll make it up to you somehow. Maybe I can get you some food? What do you like? Pizza? Ice cream? Or would you prefer something more practical like clothes or gun or-”

“Barnes.” You cut him off again.

He chuckles awkwardly, “Right going now.”

He walked past you and joined Steve and Sam at the other side of the room. You followed his every movement, pondering on why you’ve seen a different side of Bucky three times now. This fills your head with unanswered questions.

Maybe he is in love with you. Maybe you just saw him at his most vulnerable and he is not used to that so you tripped him up. Maybe the Bucky you see daily is a mask to hide the fragile mess Hydra left him in. Maybe it’s all of the above or not at all.

You’re burning with questions but the answers don’t matter.

And so that night you crawled into Bucky’s bed before the nightmares have even begun and position yourself next to his body letting sleep wash over you.
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It’s been several weeks since you started sleeping in Bucky’s bed, so on the 27th night, you find yourself walking into his room after a mission automatically. Your joints are aching and you’re pretty sure your body is one big massive bruise.

You’re dead on your feet and all you want to do is sleep. You peel off your clothes, shedding all but your shirt and panties before climbing into his bed.

You don’t even consider the implications of sleeping in your underwear next to a man. But Bucky does and that night he doesn’t sleep his eyes glued to your dips and curves.

Every sigh you make sends a pool of want and need to his lower abdomen. And so he spends the entire night awake fighting an internal battle within himself.

When the first signs of light protrude over the horizon he practically sprints out of bed and spends the rest of the day in the gym working off his frustrations.
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The 28th time you sleep in Bucky’s bed he’s getting back at you for what you put him through. You had realized of course when you woke up and saw you weren’t wearing pants. You felt bad for the guy but in your defense, you barely knew how to say your name let alone the implication of sleeping in the bed with a man in nothing but your panties. (And a little part of you wonders why it was so automatic to do that)

Still, that night you make sure to wear appropriate attire but it seems Bucky is not ready to forgive you. He’s dressed in only his boxers and nothing else.

You gulp, eyes roaming all over his body. He smirked when he noticed this before patting the bed next to him. “What’s a matter, doll?”

He’s teasing you and you know it. Your breath shuddered as you carefully climbed in next to him and laid down far enough apart that he can’t touch you but close enough that you feel his body heat.

That didn’t seem to be the end of it tho because he turned onto his side and slung his arm over your body.

His fingers brushed against the exposed skin above your pant line, sending a jolt of electricity dancing across your skin. Your senses burst into overdrive and suddenly you’re aware of Bucky.

How his body molds perfectly to yours. The heat radiating off his skin. His breath on the back of your neck making your hair stand on edge.

Everything in you screamed to take him then and there, but you will your breath to even out and your heart to stop slamming in your chest.

Even still, that night you don’t get any sleep.
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The next night you both called a truce and slept in shirts and shorts and as far away from each other as possible. Still, the sexual tension remains and it bleeds out of the bedroom and into daily life.

When you’re on missions, training, or even just relaxing the want and need is thick in the air between you two. So much so that the others have started a betting pool to see how long you’ll last. (You pretended not to notice how they conveniently leave an empty space next to him at the dinner table for you to sit that. Or how they’re all suddenly too busy to go on missions with him and volunteer you to go instead.)

It isn’t until the 76th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that anything happens. That night Tony had hosted a gala and after one too many drinks you found yourself dancing with Bucky and neither of you can keep your hands off each other.
By the time you leave the gala the want and need in your lower abdomen has grown so considerably you barely make it to the elevator before you crashed your lips into him.

He gripped your thighs and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist. The elevator opened and he carried you to his room not breaking the feverish kiss between you two.

You made it to his room before he slammed you against his door and attacked your neck. Hands are roaming everywhere between you two. One of his slipped passed the slit in your dress and found itself rubbing your underwear making you moan.

“You’re fucking soak,” he growled.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” you confessed and rolled your hips against him. He growled again from the stimulation and carried you to the bed.
Both of your clothes are off before you even know what’s going on and he’s trailing a path of kisses from your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, past your navel, and to your thigh.

You gasped feeling his mouth attack the bundle of nerves you desperately wanted him to touch. Your body is like fire, burning with desire. Your hands fly to his hair when he sticks in two digits and curls them.

“God- fuck,” you can’t even find the words to say. The heat grows in your lower abdomen and with a cry you’re falling over the edge.

When you come down you find him kissing you again, whispering praises to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist again and grind against him, the feeling of longing and want throbbing in your lower abdomen.

“Please Bucky,” you whisper to him and with a kiss, he enters you.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It’s like all your senses have been dialed to a thousand. It’s like a supernova exploding in your mind. You’ve had sex before but this is different.

A part of your brain whispers to you wondering why.

But it silences as you feel the heat growing again and you cum with a cry. Bucky follows shortly after, his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers entwined with yours too.

He rolled off and cleaned you off, before settling down next to you. This time you’re both wrapped in each other’s arms and you fall asleep, feeling his lips pressing against the top of your head.
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The next morning your brain asks why again while you’re watching him make breakfast (and ignoring the exchanging of money between hands from the rest of the group).

It hits you like a train. You’re in love with him. It’s obvious now that you think about it and you wondered why you never saw it before.

But you keep it to yourself.

Until the 149th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed. He’s injured on a mission and in the med bay and you refused to leave his side. Instead of going back to his room, you climb into the hospital bed next to him and wrap your arms around him.

“What are you doing, the bed would be more comfortable,” he asks.

“I can’t sleep without you there,” you answer.

“Why,” he chuckles.

You hide your face into his neck. “Because I love you, you idiot.”

Silence.

And then. “Look at me.”

You shake your head.

“Look at me, doll. Please, Y/N,” he pleads.

You hesitate before lifting your head to look at him. Your heart nearly stops at the look of pure happiness and adoration on his face. It takes your breath away.

“You love me?” He whispers, stunned as if he can’t believe it.

You nod your head. “I realized it the night of Tony’s gala.”

“That was so long ago!”

You frown and feel heat creep up to your face. “I… uh didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Y/N, I love you too,” he says. You let out a breath, feeling tears of happiness spring forth before you crush your lips to his. You want to ask him how long and when did he realize but you’re interrupted by Dr. Cho coming into the room and yelling at you for making out with her patient.
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It isn’t until the 365th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that you finally have your answer.

He wakes you up at midnight kissing your shoulders and nudging you with his nose.

“Wake up doll,” he whispers against your skin.

“Mmm Bucky what time is it,” you yawn.

“It’s midnight.”

“Why are you waking me up at midnight?”

He straddles your back and lays down, engulfing you in warm. “Because I couldn’t wait to wish you a Happy Anniversary.”

This catches you by surprise and causes you to laugh. “Bucky it’s not our Anniversary.”

“Yes it is, wanna know why?”

“Hmm” you ask closing your eyes again.

“Because a year ago today I was woken up from a nightmare by this girl who I thought was an angel at first. She was so beautiful. And then she crawled in bed with me and I was absolutely positive I had died right there and this was heaven. Right then and there was the moment I knew I was I love with you.” He shifts his body and brings his hand up to your face.

“At that moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”

Your eyes shoot open and in front of your face in his hand is a ring. Your eyes are wide as if hardly daring to believe. Your brain has ceased to work, too stunned to remember how to breathe.

You pivot your body and sit up, “Oh my god Bucky.”

The tears start to flow from your face as what can only be described as pure joy is bursting through you.

You manage to nod your head and choke out a small “yes” before he’s holding you and kissing you.

The ring is slipped on your finger and suddenly you picked up and spun around both of you shouting in happiness. The draws the attention of everyone else who bursts in through your door.

“What’s with all the noise,” Steve asks.


You can’t even manage the words and Bucky isn’t paying them any attention, looking at you in his arms. Instead of saying it you hold up your hand with the ring on it.

A beat.

“Oh my god Y/N!” It’s Natasha that’s first to react and she’s hugging both of you. The rest of the others follow suit congratulating both of you. Champagne is brought out and you’re all celebrating your engagement.

That night nobody gets any sleep.
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The 730th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed, it becomes your bed too.
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The 1,647th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed is the first night you awake without him there.

Your heart clenches in agony and you sit up, your eyes burning with unshed tears. Your chest is heavy with brokenness and simultaneously you feel hollow and alone.

Your hand finds the spot on the bed where Bucky’s body is supposed to be but it’s empty and cold. He hasn’t been there in a while.

You get out of bed and make your way next door to your old room which you haven’t used in a while. When you open the door your heart stops hammering upon seeing Bucky in the far end of the room.

You moved to him promptly and when you reached him, you put your arms around his chest and laid your head on his back.

His hand came up and cupped yours. “Everything okay doll?”

“Yeah, I just had a nightmare about you,” you muttered against his back.

“What about?”

“I don’t remember now,” you stated, the fear of the nightmare alleviating as you took in Bucky’s scent and warmth and touch.

“What are you doing in here baby,” you ask. He shifts and turns around and kisses your forehead.

“Daydreaming.” He answers.

“About what,” returning one of his kisses. He moves down your chin and neck.

“The future,” he says kneeling in front of you and kissing your swollen belly. “With you and our baby.”

“You’re daydreaming in the nursery when you could be dreaming in bed,” you chuckled. Your hands thread through his hair and he leans into the touch, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Come back to bed baby. We won’t get a full night sleep ever again for the next 18 years. We should relish in it now,” you say and he laughs, following you back to his bedroom.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

7

Link to Twitter thread on Haiti

“Haiti was one of the riches colonies int he world. In 1789, Haiti produced 75% of the world’s sugar and was the leading producer of cotton.

The island is the source of roughly 1/5 of France’s wealth. France turned Haiti into a slave colony and started massive deforestation.

When the French were driven out in 1804, this was a frightening shock to the world—Haiti became the first free, black, former slave country.

Haiti was immediately punished for this liberation: France imposed an extreme indemnity on Haiti to enter the international economy.

Haiti didn’t finish paying until after WWII. The United States imposed yet a harsher sentence—they refused to recognize Haiti until 1862.

Interestingly, 1862 was the same year the US recognized Liberia, and for the same reason: it was the year of the Emancipation Proclamation.

Unsure with what to do with a massive population of freed Black people, the most popular idea was to ship them off to Haiti and Liberia.

That plan was dropped after the South was given authority to institute a system that was, in many ways, worse than slavery: convict leasing.

The first US prison boom resulted from convict leasing, where millions of mostly Black men were arrested & thrown in mines & cotton fields.

In the 1870s, the US took over from France in torturing Haiti. In the late 19th century there were dozens of military interventions.

The worst, led by Woodrow Wilson (Nobel Laureate), was in 1915, when the US military brutally attacked Haiti and the Dominican Republic.

It was bad in DR, but worse in Haiti because they were “n*****s,  not spics.” Wilson re-instituted slavery in Haiti & killed ~15,000 people.

The US marines drove out the Haitian parliament at gun-point because they wouldn’t accept the US version of a new Haitian Constitution.

The US Constitution, written by FDR, included provisions for US corporations to buy up Haitian land-“progressive legislation” it was called.

The only way to develop Haiti was to allow US corporations to buy it; since Haitians couldn’t understand, Parliament had to be disbanded.

The Haitan people–“n*****s speaking French” as William Jennings Bryan referred to them–didn’t want the US Constitution.

The marines then *did* hold a referendum: 5% of the population voted, and the US Constitution won 99.99% of the vote.

Most of the population was driven off, and the US left both countries—Haiti/DR—in the hands of brutal militaries, trained by the US marines.

In the 1980s, the atrocities escalated again: the World Bank/USAID were created and determined to make Haiti “the Taiwan of the Caribbean.”

The proposal included policies that were the exact *opposite* of the ones pursued by Taiwan.

Haiti—under threat of force—followed the advice of the World Bank, which was to drive the population from the countryside into the cities.

The World Bank plan required they gut spending on education, social programs, and infrastructure, because economics explains that’s a waste.

There were political developments: an "election” in 1986. Baby Doc, the 2nd of the Duvaliers, was elected after winning 99.98% of the vote.

Ronald Reagan praised “Democratic progress” in Haiti, and subsequently increased aid to the military junta.

Nobody was paying attention, but behind all of the terror and monstrosities, the Haitians were engaging in remarkable grassroots activism.

In 1990, Haitians committed a major crime, which required serious punishment: there was a free election, & the Haitians voted the wrong way.

If you want to know what happens when you vote the wrong way in a free and open election, ask the people in Gaza.

Amazingly, Jean-Bertrand Aristide, a populist priest and a strong proponent of liberation theology, won the election with 2/3 of the vote.

The United States immediately shifted all military aid to the business-led opposition to lay the basis for overthrowing the government.

Aristide was quite successful–it looked, for a while, that Haiti might not only become free and democratic, but fall out of US hands.

The military coup took place 7 months after Aristide’s election. In response, the Organization of American States imposed an embargo.

The US technically joined the embargo, but within a few weeks, Bush 41 modified the terms, allowing US corporations to violate the embargo.

Bush (+ Clinton) issued Presidential Directives blocking oil shipments to the military, but both secretly permitted Texaco Oil to send oil.

In 1994, Clinton did send in the marines and allowed Aristide to return, but under very harsh conditions:

Aristide must accept the program of the defeated candidate in the 1990 election–neoliberal policies that destroyed Haitian agriculture.

Well there was another election in 2000, and Aristide won handily. The United States, under George W. Bush, blocked all aid to Haiti.

Haiti had to pay interest on the aid it wasn’t getting.

Meanwhile, the country was being hit by natural disasters, magnified by the destruction of the land and society over the past 200 years.

In 2004, Haiti’s two main torturers (France & the US) invaded, kidnapped Aristide, exiled him to Central Africa & re-imposed the military.

And now we’re reaching the present moment. In January 2010, a major earthquake hit Haiti and killed ~300,000 people.

Aristide submitted a request to France to provide aid to Haiti to help after the indemnity they imposed; they put together a govt committee.

Headed by Régis Debray, a liberal French politician, the committee determined that there was no merit in the request.

After more than 200 years of terror and torture, it is time for the United States and France to pay *substantial* reparations to Haiti.”

Imagine being Dean’s daughter and announcing to him that you are dating Jack.

“Him?” Dean’s rough voice broke the heavy silence that had set between the two of you “You are dating him?” he all-but-growled as he stared deeply in your eyes.

“Well, I- I wouldn’t say exactly dating yet, he’s not that familiar with the term and I’m-”

“Yet?!” Dean exclaimed, his voice coming slightly high-pitched “Yet? You mean this will keep going on?!”

“Well, yes dad of course it is!” you huffed, rolling your eyes “That’s why I am telling you, because this is actually important to me. And maybe Jack doesn’t quite understand the terms yet but I know that his feelings are real, that all of this between him and I is real as well.”

“Which again brings me back to my original question: Him?!” he looked at you with so much shock it made you groan and cross your arms over your chest.

“Will you try to be a little less surprised, please? I thought you’d be a little less shocked at your daughter-”

“Dating the son of Lucifer? Oh yeah!” he cut you off full of sarcasm and a hint of angst “Why the hell would I ever mind that (Y/n)?!”

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request: Could you do a Steve x reader where Billy hits on her and it forces Steve to admit his felling for the reader? Maybe some like cute fluff??

warning: some cursing

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“Damn, look at the legs on that one.”

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the guy standing a few feet away from him. Billy Hargrove was the resident bad boy at Hawkins High School. He was obnoxious and a total asshole.

The two of them clashed on multiple occasions. It was clear that they would never ever be friends and Steve was perfectly okay with that. He didn’t want to associate himself with a guy like Billy.

“The things that I would do to that beauty.” Billy whistled making a couple of guys around him laugh.

Steve had been tying his shoes and trying to ignore the stupid shit coming from Billy’s mouth. He looked up to see the poor girl that had gotten Billy’s current attention.

He was shocked when he saw that it was you.

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Keep Going;

“You will be okay.” They say, “it’s just in your head” they say. No, it’s never been like that, because if it’s only in the head then why can’t we control and force ourselves to be okay? So,

It’s okay not to be okay.

It’s okay to cry and be sad.

It’s okay to be vulnerable.

But remember this, you are stronger than who you think you are. You might not see it but, you can be stronger than your present self— you wouldn’t feel okay over night, it is a long and difficult process and you gotta be strong for yourself. People might suffocate you in the process but I hope you know that they’re only just there for you, to support you, to stay with you and not to make it hard for you. People will help you but you have to remember that of all people, it’s you— it’s you who could only help yourself the most.

It’s okay to feel weak and it’s okay to cry, let it out and stop. The hardest part of this, is, you know, you really know what to do, you want it to stop, you know how to make it stop, you know how to make yourself calm but you cannot, you just can’t. And it is okay, it’s okay. But remember this, when everything is getting dark and falling apart— never ever trust your mind, stay with us. Stay alive even if the world throw you reasons to leave.

Trust me, the pain won’t stop when you stop breathing. I’ve been there, I’ve got countless of times I tried to end my life; I took medicines, I starve myself, I almost, almost cut myself, I always find myself in the bathroom with my thoughts and wishing I wasn’t there, all I wanted to do is to end everything because I thought no one could ever understand me, I was sick and tired of hearing, you’re just sad, you will get over it, don’t mind it and it’s the hardest when you know what they’re telling are all true but I can’t just think and do it, yet, it made me more mad but I never give up on myself, I still wake up to see the sun rise and I’m glad I did not end my life because if I did, I wouldn’t see how wonderful the world is. Sometimes, we just have to look on the brighter side even if it’s the hardest thing to do during catastrophe.

Again, I’m telling you, it is not easy. It is for us to say but let me tell you I understand, and I’m telling you that it is never going to be easy to do but you gotta try, believe me, it’s going to be worth it someday. You’re gonna be thankful for not leaving, someday. Tomorrow is always a new day.

Stay with us; stay in the world, it is beautiful.

Keep going, brave heart. Keep going.

I believe in you.

You are loved and wonderful.

The world needs you.

L., you’ve got this ;

vanillaella  asked:

Rfa+Saeran+V+Vanderwood reacting to MC saying weird things in her sleep, please? Like mc says "come at me bro" in her sleep and then softly giggles. Hope this makes sense (^~^) love your blog btw❤❤

Yeaaa boyyy gimmie dem vandy requests this is what i live for

also i needed ideas for what shit to have mc say so i found this askreddit thread and took some stuff from there and i cried laughing

Zen

  • Zen takes a lot longer than most people to fall alseep
  • But cuddling with you relaxes him and makes it easier for him
  • So he was spooning you as you muttered
  • “you have to use this one. Use this one to KILL HIM!”
  • He nearly fell off the bed he pushed himself away from you so hard
  • And then he teased you a lot about it in the morning

Yoosung

  • Oh my good grief god this boy is SHOOK
  • He was right about to fall asleep, then you went and shouted
  • “YOU IDIOT YOU CROSS THE RED AND THE BLUE WIRES”
  • Completely terrified from the sudden outburst
  • But once he’s calmed he’s so upset
  • Why’d you call him an idiot :(
  • He didn’t mean to cross the wrong wires :( :( :(

Jaehee

  • ???
  • Sleep talking can be a side effect of serious problems are you okay MC???
  • After making sure that you’re at least relatively healthy she’s….. slightly unnerved
  • She swears she once heard you could to ten in German
  • “MC do you even speak German???”

Jumin

  • 99% of the time he ignores it
  • You can’t control yourself while your asleep, and he just wants to sleep, so he doesn’t mind it
  • But sometimes you’ll say the creepiest shit
  • Like one time, you sat up and said in a complete monotone voice
  • “There is always a perfect opportunity to kill everybody.”
  • That was the most terrified he head been in his entire life

Seven

  • It wasn’t rare for him to be up later than you
  • So of course he’s heard his fair share of your sleep threats
  • But he never gets tired of it
  • Every time he hears you he’ll go into a full blown sleep smack down with you
  • “Fight me bro”
  • “Come at me, babe!”
  • It’s a ridiculous mess

V

  • For the most part he doesn’t pay much attention to your sleep talking
  • He’s a p heavy sleeper, so if he’s asleep you could scream in his ear and he’d still be sleeping
  • But sometimes he’ll entertain your sleep-self and respond
  • “Wanna hear a funny story?”
  • “I’d love to, MC”
  • “….”
  • No story

Saeran

  • He was peacefully sleeping next to you
  • Getting the best nights sleep he had in a while
  • Then you suddenly mumble out,
  • “There’s so much corn… And they’re all trying to… KILL me”
  • He’s so confused
  • He’s never heard anyone sleep talk he wasn’t expecting it to be a full sentence, much less a coherent one

Vanderwood

  • They were peacefully sitting in bed, reading their book as you slept beside them
  • It had been complete silence for an hour, so they nearly jumped out of their skin when you shouted
  • “NO! NO! Use the QUADRATIC equation, you idiot!” 
  • They were confused
  • But they were mostly offended that you assumed they would use the wrong equation
Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen

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Alternate Universe where Bitty is a figure skater at Samwell. He and Jack meet for the first time at #Epikegster 2014.

warning labels: Alcohol, mentioned homophobia, Parse. 


 Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loup thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

 He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscated. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

 ‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

 Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding a phone.

 Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

 ‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

 The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

 He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

 ‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

 Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

 ‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

 ‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

 The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

 ‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

 ‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

 ‘You’re crying.’

 The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

 ‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

 ‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

 ‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

 He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

 ‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

 ‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

 ‘What’s her name?’

 ‘Whose name?’

 ‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

 ‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

 ‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

 He burst into tears.

 Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

 ‘Dude, what’d you do to him?’

 ‘Nothing!’

 ‘D’you break up with him or something?’

 ‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

 He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

 ‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

 ‘Like what?’

 ‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

 Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

 Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

 ‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

 He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

 ‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

 ‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

 ‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

 ‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’


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genre: smut, fwb!au, slight fluff, brother’s best friend!au
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The only girl Jungkook wants is the one he can never have.

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

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

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

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

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

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