#wrapping u up in a blanket and patting ur little head <3

[134340am]

miss yuna ! your blog truly is a house of healing because every time i see you / come here, i feel so much lighter ! i hope you are doing splendid, it's so nice to see you back on the dash ! ⚘❀⸙

I BIG LOVE YOU ☹️☹️☹️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[souiiore]

TRANQUILITY

arthur morgan oneshot!

pairing: arthur morgan x oc (name not mentioned)

cw: fluff if u squint ur eyes, cuddling, smut, spit, unprotected piv, slapping, fingering, MDNI, NSFW

wc: 2.5k

summary: Longing for her lover, she decided to take a peek inside of his tent, and perhaps sleep in his cot to escape the loud chatting and Dutch's annoying phonograph.

an: i js needed to write something where arthur finds oc sleeping in his tent after a long journey. it was supposed to be fluff, but things got wild :p

info: Arthur's tent is set on the outskirts of the camp, oneshot is set in chapter 3 ;)

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The sun began to set, hiding behind the horizon and casting warm tones of yellow, pink, and orange across the pale blue sky. The colors enveloped the clouds like a thick duvet, lulling them to sleep. She pulled the ends of her shawl closer together, her eyes darting around the peaceful lake. Her ears were assaulted by the sounds of camp members chatting and drinking together, and the frustrating noise of Dutch's phonograph echoed throughout the camp, preventing her from having a moment to herself.

Working alongside the girls and picking up on their continuous gossip during hot, steamy, and seemingly endless days without a momentary break made her head buzz with a prolonged headache. Perhaps a little getaway from the gang wouldn't be too bad, but she knew better, considering she was a woman in her mid-twenties. Wandering alone at night, outside of the gang, along the shore of the lake, or in the middle of a forest promised an easy kidnapping, or worse.

So, she had to settle for a not-so-calm yet much safer alternative: the tiny dock made of wooden planks leading into the stone-cold water. She stood there, her eyes darting around, observing the birds, and occasionally a splash of water drew her attention to the surface. What made it so incredibly boring and uneventful was the fact that her lover was away. Again.

With him constantly occupying her mind, it was hard to focus on anything else. She hated being dependent on him; however, she missed him dearly, and it made her heart ache with deep remorse. His tent had remained untouched since his abrupt departure, and she wondered if it still held his strong scent. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt if she took a peek inside. Besides, his tent was perfectly distanced from Dutch's infuriating phonograph.

So, with determination in her steps, she strutted towards his tent, untying the flaps and swiftly disappearing inside. The interior was a mess: his belongings were scattered everywhere, his cot unmade, and the thin blanket draped over the edge. She sighed to herself, picked up a pair of boots, and set them down on the ground next to a wooden crate. She picked up a shirt tossed on the ground, noticing a tiny hole in one of the seams, and made a mental note to patch it up later. The few photos on his desk she decided to stay away from, being careful not to invade his privacy more than she already had.

With a slight bend of her knees, she took a seat on his cot, her fingers ghosting over the pillow. Her nostrils filled with the familiar scent of musk and tobacco, and she found herself longing for the warmth his touch carried. She unlaced her boots and pulled them off, placing them carefully at the end of the cot. Exhaustion weighed down on her, and she leaned onto the pillow, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to keep warm. A slow breath escaped her mouth, and her eyes sealed shut, eyelids drooping with the weight of heavy slumber.

The sound of hooves bouncing against the soil resonated through the already loud camp; people were too busy getting themselves drunk to notice Arthur had returned from his adventures. He pulled his horse to the hitching post, tied the reins securely around the wooden stick, gave his mare a few pats on the neck, whispered praises in her ear, and pulled an apple from his satchel. The mare snorted in approval, and he watched her munch on it, his fingers threading through her mane. He then stepped closer to his saddle, untying his belongings and carrying himself, slouched forward with fatigue, to his tent.

The flaps of his tent were untied, and he was certain he had tied them when leaving so hastily. His fingers flew to his gunbelt, wrapping around his gun, and he slowly approached the tent, pulling one flap aside to make space for his entrance. The tent was dark and quiet inside, his eyes having a hard time adjusting. Then he heard a rustling sound to his right and relaxed, his features softening when he noticed it was her, sleeping peacefully in his cot. He remained careful and aware of his movements, not because he was cautious of his intruder but because waking her was the last thing he wanted.

He kneeled on the floor, untying the knot on his bedroll and rolling it out on the ground. He then took off his hat, tossing it on his wooden crate, unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt, and shook off his boots, settling down on the ground.

"What're you doin'?" A mumble came from above him, and he stilled.

"Didn't mean to rouse ya," he whispered, eyes searching for hers in the darkness.

"C'mere." She scooted over on the cot, turning to her side, making tight space for him.

He hesitated at first but then rose to his knees, squeezing his body behind hers on the narrow cot. His arm awkwardly lingered between their bodies, and she reached behind herself to grab his wrist, pulling it over her side, interlocking fingers and tucking it to her chest. She sighed in contentment, closing her eyes and lazily smiling to herself.

"I missed you," she sighed.

"I know," he mumbled, giving her a quick kiss on the neck, his warm breath fanning over the thin skin.

His fingers traced her collarbones, dancing curiously across her skin and sending shivers down her spine. Goosebumps covered her skin, and she leaned her head into him, caressing the back of his hand with her palm. He then released his hand from her grasp, his fingers drawing up her neck towards her jaw, then continuing upwards to her eyebrow, brushing messy strands of hair away from her face. His lips tenderly kissed her temple, and he released a shaky breath, tension slowly building between their bodies.

She pushed her hips back, arching slightly and brushing her ass against his crotch. An audible groan escaped his mouth, such a blissful sound to her ears. In one quick motion, she turned around to lie on her back, her eyes meeting his as they both stilled, perceiving each other's features with lust. She blinked up at him, her hand now grasping his bicep for stability, and she pulled him downwards, their lips locking in a passionate kiss.

His hand was quick to caress her neck, slowly yet firmly traveling down to her chest, where his fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the fabric apart, exposing her naked breasts to the chilly air. He then cupped her breast with his palm, and she silently moaned into the kiss in bliss, his warm palm in perfect contrast to the cold breeze. Her nails scratched at the clothed skin on his bicep, and her breath hitched when she felt his fingers gently pinch her nipple. The fire in the pit of her stomach was undeniable; her legs bent at the knees, her thighs squeezing together in a desperate attempt to create some friction.

The hand on her breast slowly caressed her stomach, proceeding lower to where the waistband of her bloomers hugged her hips. He pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his breath coming out in rapid inhales and exhales. He then pecked her cheek, his fingers diving beneath the waistband, her fingers twitching in anticipation.

She moaned when the pad of his finger slipped between her folds, but he quickly swallowed the sound with a rough kiss. Her thighs pressed together with more strength now, locking his wrist in place and preventing him from retrieving his hand from between her legs. His thumb then experimentally flicked her clit, another soft moan escaping her mouth.

"That feel good?" he questioned into her mouth, and she only hummed in response, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He repeated the motion a few more times before finally parting her folds and sinking a finger into her entrance, his thumb now applying pressure onto the bundle of nerves. Her fingers pulled at his sleeve, and she pulled away from the kiss to gasp for breath, feeling dizzy. His lips moved from her cheek to right below her jaw, puckering and nibbling at the skin.

"Arthur, take— take that off," she said between breaths, indicating his shirt that still covered his upper half, and she could feel him smile against her neck.

He quickly removed his hand from between her thighs, the action making her whine at the loss of contact.

"Calm down, girl. I'll be quick," he cooed.

Reaching with both of his hands for the collar behind his neck, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, his hand slipping past her thighs immediately after. She reached to grab at the back of his neck, his locks wrapping around her fingers as she threaded through his hair and pulled at his roots.

He added another finger and curled them inwards to brush against her sensitive spot. She mewled into his mouth, squirming beneath him. Her hips bucked into his hand involuntarily, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick her lower lip and sneaking past her teeth. She sharply exhaled through her nose, and he couldn't help but groan when she clenched around his fingers, his dick now painfully hard. With a harsh grind of her hips, he pulled out his fingers, her soft whimper filling his mouth. His fingers hooked around the waistband of her bloomers, and she raised her hips to give him easier access to take them off. He tugged them off, tossing them on the ground, then without a second thought unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, kicking them off with urgency.

"Fuck, c'mere," he growled as he grabbed the underside of her knee and pulled her leg over his waist, so now both of them lay on their sides with their chests and stomachs tightly pressed together.

He stilled, his hand coming to rub the skin on her thigh. "Ya ready?" he inquired, almost whimpered, with lust and need evident in his voice, and she nodded. "Yeah? Okay," he breathed.

He spat into his palm, grabbed himself at hand, and gave his cock a few firm strokes before aligning himself with her entrance. His other hand grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head down along with his to watch him enter her, his forehead leaned against hers, and she let out a mewl at that. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of her made her head loll back, her eyebrows cinching together, eyes squeezed shut.

"It's okay, girl. Relax," he coaxed, pushing himself inch by inch in until he was fully sheathed, his pelvis flush against hers.

He stilled, the hand on her neck now cupping her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek in a soothing manner. "Fuck, you're too—" she tried to speak, but he was quick to silence her with a kiss while murmuring a barely audible "I know, let me help ya."

His hand left her cheek and dipped between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit effortlessly and applying slight pressure to that spot. Her pussy clenched around him and it took everything in him not to cum on the spot. Besides being awkward with touch such as cuddling, holding hands, or kissing in public, he was exceptionally skilled when it came to intimacy, and it only baffled her how well he read her body as if it was a treasure map.

The stretch she felt from his cock entering her set her stomach on fire and sparked a slight pressure in her core, but when all this tension slowly began subsiding, she whispered a quiet, "You can move," delivered with a curt nod of her head.

And he did as he was told, pulling almost all the way out, only his head remaining swallowed by her entrance, then gently pushing all the way back, all the while his fingers worked on her clit and his lips claimed their spot behind her ear. He whispered praises into her ear, the mixture of his hips rocking into her and his voice in her ear making her release a moan into his ear which made goosebumps spread across his skin.

With every stroke of his hips, she let out a shudder of air through her nose, and her hands clawed at his shoulders. He suckled on the pale skin of her neck, very cautious not to suck too hard, but enough to make her whine in ecstasy. Her mind was elsewhere, her vision blurry, and all she could focus on was his dick pistoning into her, his lips and his voice in her ear sounding so desperate and needy, it made the coil in her stomach swirl dangerously, and she could feel herself clenching around him more feverishly.

Exhausted yet somehow full of determination, she began bucking her hips, meeting him halfway, and his hand gripped her by her ass cheek, pulling her even closer to close the already narrow gap, then delivered a slap to her skin, and she yelped in surprise, his palm immediately coming to soothe that sore, raging place.

"I couldn't help myself," he mumbled against her throat and moaned when her nails dug into his shoulders.

Their bodies now more or less glued together, their chests tightly pressed against each other, they could feel each other's hearts hammering in their chests and their rapid intakes of breath allowed him to reach even deeper inside of her, and under a slightly different angle, which fortunately for her was her sweet and so sensitive spot that made her see stars with each of his thrusts.

Her leg locked around his waist, and her heel dug into his skin, as if to push him and feel him even deeper inside of her to prolong and enhance the impact of his pistoning hips. The knot set deep in the pit of her abdomen was threatening to snap within the tension, and she gasped when his thumb flicked her clit, panting his name incoherently.

"Ar—Arthur, cum inside me—," she blurted out, and that was the last straw he needed.

She arched her back, arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold him as close as possible, moaning his name in sync with his last few thrusts as he guided them both through their orgasms. Her muscles spasmed and she could feel his cock twitch inside of her, now feeling full of him.

He exhaled sharply, kissed her forehead, and tried to catch his breath. His dick softened inside of her and he pulled out, both of them hissing at the loss of contact. Beads of sweat rolled down her temples and she breathed in, closed her eyes, and buried her face into the crook of his neck. His arm circled her chest and caressed her back, fingers splaying over her neck, drawing lazy patterns.

"What took you so long?" she groaned teasingly into his skin, and his chest rumbled with a heartfelt chuckle.

[robilover]

could you please write robin x sick reader by any chance?? love ur work btw u write robin so well🥹

Robin taking care of a sick fem!reader Headcanons !

pairing(s): robin x fem!reader

cw: purely sfw, concerned robirb, babying, men and homophobes dni.

a/n: I’m glad you love my work, anon! I’m so sorry, this took longer than I expected. I just had no motivation to write at all. anyway, I hope this is enough! <3

the moment robin finds out that you’re sick, her attention is all on you.

she doesn’t care if she’s late for rehearsals. she doesn’t answer any of her manager’s or staff’s calls; her phone is on do not disturb, silent mode— or even powered off. she doesn’t give a damn about anything work-related if her darling girl is not feeling well.

she knew you got a fever while you were sleeping in her arms, your body quite warm. she’d frown and would immediately tell you to wake up so she’d check your temperature properly. she didn’t check the time, but it was definitely around 3 in the morning when she found out.

robin is extremely attentive to you. you sniffled or sneezed? she grabs a box of tissue for you. you coughed? she asks if you’re okay and pats your back gently. you feel cold? she wraps a cozy blanket around your shivering body and pulls you onto her lap, also wrapping her arms and wings around you. you have a headache? she kisses your forehead and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. your body aches? she massages your arms, hands, or anywhere that aches. you feel like vomiting? she quickly grabs something for you to puke on.

she doesn’t want you to exert any effort as she does everything for you. she wants you to rest, to be comfortable. she feeds you, sings for you ever so gently, lets you watch TV and will watch whatever you watch, etc etc. she also knows when you need to take your medicine!

if your sickness gets worse, she suggests you go to the hospital. of course, she will never leave you there. despite her schedules, she remains by your side. again, she doesn’t care, as long as it’s you.

when you do get better, she still stays with you for one more day to monitor you. she makes sure that you’re back to your best condition until she gets back to her work. <3

“but I’m feeling better, songbird..” you muttered weakly, your voice hoarse due to your sore throat and colds. robin shook her head and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear before planting a gentle kiss your forehead.

“baby, you aren’t. your temperature is higher than before now. if we don’t get you checked in the hospital soon, your condition may worsen,” she paused to caress your cheek using her thumb. “I promise not to leave you while you’re in the hospital. you need to get checked, honey.” she whispered softly. her hand on your thigh gave it a gentle squeeze as her thumb caressed your skin.

you sighed softly and pouted a little. robin was right, you needed to get checked. your fever was just getting worse.

“okay, fine. I’ll go get checked.” you reluctantly agreed as it made the halovian woman smile softly. she pressed a little kiss on your temple, your cheek, then your nape.

“that’s my good girl,” robin praised. “come on, let’s get you dressed. I’ll drive you to the hospital. just tell me if you feel something, alright? I’ll be sure to tend to it as soon as possible.” she reassured you as she effortlessly lifted you in her arms, carrying you bridal style.

“you’ll get better soon, baby. I promise. I love you so much.”

[reivrze]

Saw (3 hours late) that u needed writing ideas…..I have a list of 134 of them….ranked from most desired to least….I shall share.

Enhypen OT7 reaction (separate) to their s/o just walking up to them and being like ‘hug. now.’ in a pouty I-had-a-bad-day-and-u-must-make-it-better voice….?

Idk if it’s a good one but it’s been on my list for a while and I never got to making it/asking for it so here I am now….

ofc like always: take care of ur self before the ask box 🙌🫶🥰

if u want to omit this request or any others cuase of exhaustion feel free to do so! You come first!

have a lovely day/night!

~🪷 anon

a/n : hiii sorry for the super long wait 😭 i had a hard time finding time and the motivation to write recently but i hope this is to your liking and thank you for being patient 🤍 i decided to make this into more of a headcanon format because it's hard to make the scenarios different :/

pairing. bf!enhypen x gn!reader genre. fluff

lee heeseung.

hee would find you adorable. you'd be the cutest person in the world, with a slight pout and sleepy eyes. he'd drop whatever he was doing at the moment to take you in his arms and cuddle with you until both of you drifted to dreamland. his heart at ease knowing that he had you in his life.

park jongseong.

jay might chuckle a bit at your drowsy state, he didn't want you guys to fall asleep on the couch so he would tell you to get on his back to put you to bed. he closed all the lights of the living room on his way, repressing a small smile feeling your nose rub against his beautiful jaw.

sim jaeyun.

tbh jake would be more likely to be the one pouting for a hug most of the time, so seeing you do it, he'd jump at the occasion to be close to you. literally, he'd jump a little. he'd cover your face in little kisses to finally landing the last one on your lips, that one lasting a little longer.

park sunghoon.

sunghoon would be pleasantly surprised by your direct request for a hug. with a smile on his face, he would gladly wrap his arms around you, creating a safe space. sunghoon would listen attentively as you vent about your day, offering words of comfort and reassurance. he would go the extra mile to make you feel better, perhaps even suggesting to watch a movie together in bed under the warmth of your blanket.

kim sunoo.

sunoo would get so happy hearing your voice and seeing your little eyes trying not to close would be the cutest scene he'd ever see. he'd scoot over on the couch to let you sit beside him, laying your head on his chest as he toyed with your hair. you guys would talk about how your day went and then fall asleep in each others arms

yang jungwon.

jungwon would malfunction for a second, not understanding what you had said for a second. realizing your desperate need for a hug at that moment, he'd warp his arms around your neck, bringing in your face to the crook of his neck as he slowly patted your hair, laying a small kiss on the side of your ear.

nishimura riki.

niki's initial reaction was to grin and tease you but as you groaned out of exhaustion, he understood that your need for a hug was urgent. he'd wrap his arms around you, lifting you off the ground for a playful moment before setting you down. he'd slowly swing you guys side to side, inviting you to dance in the middle of the kitchen

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[elsweetheart]

i tried to read ur rules but it said there was nothing there? i hope this prompt is okay and if not i apologize!!! <3

can u write reader x ellie in reference to this tiktok? how ellie would react to reader doing this?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRcdaJTm/

it’s fixed now !! <3

but omg ,, ellie would get so flustered i think. like almost frustrated, because surely there’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing? maybe not in a gym setting, say you’re working in jackson, doing your role to make the town a better place — and summer has just rolled in, so you’re wearing a little skirt. there’s no one around, and right when ellie is stood behind you, helping you out as she has nothing better to do, you bend at the hips. she almost walks directly into your ass, eyes widening a little.

“damn, babe.” she mutters, shaking her head with a flustered chuckle.

you let out an innocent “hm?” which really isn’t helping your case as you continue to pat the seed into the soil. before she could comment again, you were stood back up straight giving her time to recover.

that was of course until you were kneeling on the blanket in the barn, cleaning out the old hay. you reach down into a difficult spot with your brush, arching your back with your ass practically in the air. ellie looks around frantically, making sure no one is copping the same view as her before coming to stand closer to you to shield you.

“you’re wearing a skirt.” she reminds you, in a frustrated, hushed tone as you stand back up to face her with a confused pout. she tugs your skirt further down where it’s ridden up, redness spreading across her freckles.

“oops.” you shrug, batting your eyelashes at her.

“yeah, oops.” she rolls her eyes, pulling you into her by the grip of your ass, making you let out a quiet squeal. “y’gonna keep teasing me? hm?” she smirked as you giggled, wrapping your arms around your neck.

“i don’t know, maybe i will.” you smile, eyes flickering between hers.

“if you wanted to get fucked that badly y’coulda just asked.” she deadpans, bringing you in for a kiss. you left the barn shortly after, heading back to hers.

[diagonal-queen]

Hellooo, I think Ur requests are open, so can I request Teccho and jouno cuddle hcs (if u write for them ofc) and please fem! reader [[:

Cuddling Headcanons

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Jouno Saigiku x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: Cuddling with them HCs :)

♡ cw: Swearing, female/AFAB reader (she/her pronounce), mentions of boob (could be interpreted as NSFW but not necessarily intended that way? idk), slight NSFW themes

note: do you guys wanna know something? at first i didn't really care for the hunting dogs, i was just neutral towards them. but i've gotten SO many reqs for them and written for them so much that they've grown on me and now they're all my little pookie bears especially tecchou <3 apologies for errors and as always I hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

I feel like I've talked about cuddling Tecchou a lot. He's literally just a giant teddy bear

Even though he's fuckin' ripped and also a giant (I don't actually know his height but I HC that he's tall) he's just so soft like a pillow

He bear-hugs. You're trapped in his arms, and you most likely won't be able to escape until he lets you go. There are ways you can make him let you leave his embrace though, like if you need to go to the bathroom he'll let you, but otherwise you're stuck forever

He will wrap his arms and legs around you and nuzzle his head into your chest or the crook of your neck (yes, he will smush his face into your boobs no matter their size)

He doesn't have a preference- he likes being both the big and little spoon. Whether he's cuddling you or you're cuddling him, he'll be happy

Tecchou has a hard time falling asleep unless he's cuddling you. If you wake up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something chances are he'll wake up too

He really likes when you two are burrito-wrapped in a blanket together

(Can you tell he's comforted by the physical proximity)

He loves to randomly place kisses on your neck and collarbone while you cuddle

Usually you have little talks with one another while you cuddle, just about random autistic stuff, but sometimes it'll just be silent cuddles and that's just as good 😌

May or may not lead into sexual activities depending on your guys' mood. Most of the time it's just lazing around in each others' presence

Because of the nature of his work, he really enjoys his down time, especially when it's something relaxing and cosy, and even more especially when it's with you.

Jouno:

He's a gentle cuddler

Jouno's hands are always moving, whether he's carding his fingers through your hair or lightly patting you on the back

He likes to stroke your cheek with his finger and feel your soft skin against his

He also really likes it when you fall asleep in his arms. It reinforces your trust in him. And as a highkey sadistic maniac that means a lot to him <3

Jouno doesn't really like being the little spoon, he prefers to have you wrapped up in his arms. He has a thing about being openly vulnerable like that...just give him some time, he'll come around

Unlike Tecchou he won't directly smush his face into your tits, but that doesn't stop him from really wanting to

His favourite cuddles are the ones where he gets home from work, and he's just tired, and wants to stare into his lover's eyes as he holds her tenderly and peppers her face with kisses

He's a softy at heart :')

His heart does SO MANY FLIPS when you cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him back. He loves it so much and thinks it's adorable, and my god he loves you so much you lucky bug

He likes to praise you when you're cuddling. He'll flirt and throw compliments at you like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance, and he loves to see your flustered red face. Bonus points if you return his energy

(This may or may not lead to sex. That's up to you)

Jouno really loves your scent, and also likes to listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing. It's incredibly soothing to him

Before he knows it, he's already asleep. And he'll be very confused when he wakes up a couple hours later on the couch in the dark with a sore neck and the sound of the shower running in the background

Me too Jouno. Me too

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[jiminrings]

coach! jungkook and y/n!!! jk being extra extra clingy

mvp: clingy

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 3k

notes: aHHHHH coach!koo remains as i think my most popular piece and this is actually the first actual drabble he gets!! :D

read most valuable, the piece that started it all!!!

so you see

this isn’t a brag or anything pinky promise

but uh jungkook.,..

jungkook rARELY feels insecure ok

those two words don’t belong in the same sentence!!

THEY AREN’T EVEN IN THE SAME PARAGRAPH!!!

but god is he lying when he says he doesn’t feel the tiniest bit insecure with this mINgYu fellow

not to be that boyfriend but uhhh why don’t you laugh with him like THAT

:(((

“kook do you have someone in mind for a guest coach??”

jimin asks for the third time this week, looking mAjorly frustrated as he plops himself in the swivel chair

the dish was that y’know what!! it happens!! THIS happens!!!!

jimin’s been the longest assistant coach (and generally a coach) your team has ever had

he was practically there from the start!!!

whether he admits it or not, jimin’s a binding piece for you and the girls no matter what

then jungkook became head coach right

now the things was....

burnouts happen!! it’s normal!!!

it’s normal to LOSE your drive and passion for your sport as an athlete <3

the last season ended on a good note for sure because after all, you won the championships!!

not to mention that you were hailed mvp hee-hee :D

but then some months have passed

and the new season was supposed to start three months ago but of course it just had to be rESCHEDULED

it’s not necessarily an entirely bad thing

the extra time gave you more time to heal after your injury and your conditioning back to your prime is at top-notch!!

but it just can’t be helped

you and the girls??? your momentum??? aBSOLUTELY PUT-OFF

the training for next season just started last week and jimin and kook rEALLY prepared for this ok

there’s another reason to why kook is almost practically living at yours and jimin’s place nowadays lmao

... it just doesn’t work

it feels like every trick in both their books have been thoroughly used and it’s just not a challenge for you anymore

not to fLEX or anything but

basically the drills and the workouts just feel like warm-ups nowadays :D

and the warm-ups feel like a brisk walk in the park :D

that is both an insult and a compliment to jimin and jungkook because wOW!!! omg we instilled discipline and mastery to them <3

but at the same time it’s like you should nOT be giggling while i make you practice your pancake dives repeatedly

the two of them just need to BOOST everyone’s morale!!!

“actually, i finally found someone!! just thought of it last night but i didn’t wanna knock on your door because jupiter was in the living room and he thought i was an intruder aGAIN”

lol

sometimes jimin can’t wrap his head around that he sees jungkook perhaps almost ALL the damn time

he wakes up disoriented and he sees you on the couch with a bowl of cereal and look!!! my best friend slash roomie already made me breakfast :D

then he plops to the couch and there is this bEEFY entity lying on it covered with a blanket and???? jungkook???? what are yOU doing here

then jimin’s taking a spoonful of his cereal while he’s thinking because uH are the two of you screwing???

“hyung that’s my cereal”

“i put yours in the refrigerator jiminie!! i know how you like it cold!!”

aH and then it hits him

oh right the two of you are a couple now and jungkook just likes crashing and sleeping over at his apartment with you

when his oWN place is not even thirty minutes away wtf

<3 anyways get out of my way jungkook that’s MY spot on MY couch <3

jimin perks up at that because god fuck finally!!! he needs to make calls immediately

“well? who is it??”

jungkook pauses for a dramatic effect before he claps his hands, also eager to start this mini workshop of sorts for a week to boost team spirit

“mingyu!!!! he was my teammate from my former team and well there’s no rival conflict or anything like that!! perfect score!!!!”

that’s-

hmmmmmm

“y’talking about kim mingyu? tall guy, slicked hair, jumps high??”

“you know him??”

jungkook squints to himself because after all that was a little bit of a sTOOPID question

their games were televised and jimin’s a coach how could he nOT expect that

“yeah, yeah. he was my junior in high school and we were kinda friends i guess...”

there’s something in jimin’s tone and jungkook tries to dig in to that because well he thOught his hyung would be a bit more excited

jimin knows that kook could hear the cringe in his voice and it makes him scratch at the back of his head

“ah, you should probably keep y/n away. mingyu... well he was pretty mUCH notorious for stealing everyone’s girlfriends and opportunities from people and such.,.,..”

he still has a bit of resentment for mingyu ok

he was a fucking vULTURE

whatever he did first or whatever he wanted, mingyu would do and pursue the exact same

and jimin was definitely irked because people were hailing mingyu as the cool guy or sth for the things that he was copying off of jIMIN!!!!

they weren’t just coincidences!!!

they say imitiation is the best form of flattery but fuck that jimin is NOT flattered

“aish c’mon, jimin. you uNDERESTIMATE me!!! y/n only has eyes for me, silly!! :D”

aha

aHA

jungkook may have been too confident this time

he knows you still LOVE him!!!! right??

pls say right

there’s this wrenching feeling in the pit of his stomach when he sees you and mingyu doing one-on-one drills as he goes through you all

it was just a simple rally!!! a back-and-forth of the volleyball!! nOTHING major right??

wrong

jungkook could only focus to how focused YOU look

and to how at one point mingyu gave you a tricky throw back and you still managed to give it back to him and how you gIGGLED!!!!

g i g g l e d

then you gave a tricky throw back to mingyu and passed it back and this time he laughed and you cACKLED!!!!

oh my god why is jungkook feeling this way

jimin’s standing beside him and he could hear these little growls from jungkook???

like it’s not exactly gROWLING but it sounds like it

it’s a hybrid between a light snore and a growl and with how jungkook has his eyebrows knitted he is definitely nOt sleepy that’s fo sure

ugh are the two of you fighting again???

does jimin need to give jungkook a wake-up call again or-

wait

hold on

OH

hE KNOWS WHAT’S HAPPENING

the jeon jungkook is inTIMIDATED by mingyu!!!!

wow

he’s never thought that a day like this would come in which jungkook isn’t knocked down a couple of pegs bUT HERE IT IS :D

in your opinion this is GREAT for the team morale!!! coach mingyu was just a breath of fresh air for a guest coach and u are enjoying it

he’s given the team new insights and it helped break the collective burn-out!!

kook just feels insecure ok

and threatened

which is why the moment jimin called for a ten-minute break, jungkook immediately sITS you down

“hi hi okay whAt are you doing???”

you’re endeared but you’re taken aback because jungkook’s immediately hovering above you, swiping and patting down the sweat from your forehead

“i’m taking care of you, silly!! :D”

that’s nice, maybe???

you don’t wanna think much of it hehe jungkook’s just being a caring boyfriend u guess

although he’s never done this before ur gonna admit and you’re stILL dumbfounded

he’s going all-out

even getting a cold towel to put around your nape to help you cool down fetched you a sports drink aLLLLL by himself

he’s even gonna lift up your shirt and wipe down your boob sweat himself and tHEN you stop him

“koo baby i can do that by myself y’know!!!”

although it looks like jungkook doesn’t get why you dON’T want him to take care of you????

doesn’t waver though :D

just lifts your shirt in the slightest bit and shoves a towel to your sports bra and there he goes

“want a snack?? ah, want me to order pizza?? nO?? okay fine i’ll order oNE extra box just for you and me and i gUESS jimin if you want!!!”

it’s a spitfire of questions and you can’t even answer because jungkook’s already hopping on his merry way!!!

not before he presses a fat kiss to your cheek and exaggerates the mWAH sound

aha maybe he’s just being extra loving today

... maybe

“what do you want for dinner??”

“oh i was just thinking what about if we just order-“

“baby wHY do we need to order when your boyfriend is perfectly capable in making you dinner!!!”

ok then

????

something may be wrong with jungkook

it’s just not in his nature to take care of you this attentively

he takes care of you of course but not to the point that you don’t even have to move a single inch because he wants to do eVERYTHING

“jimin??”

you immediately call out when jungkook’s out from the apartment because he said that he’d be out in a flash to get some things from the convenience store because he’s gonna make some dAMN cocktails in his own words

“yeah???”

jimin’s showering atm and that doesn’t stop you from conversing by pressing yourself to the door

“did we lose a sponsor for the team or something????”

“no....? i even received another offer just awhile ago!!! what are you on about??”

oh really?? that’s nICE!!

but that isn’t really your point and you quickly recover before you get sidetracked

“huh?? nothing, minnie!! jungkook just feels a little... off,.,..”

jimin stops lathering his body wash on his loofah then because oh my god he thought he was the only one!!!

you asking basically confirms that jungkook being weird has nOTHING to do with you and his previous theory is 100% correct

you aren’t that bothered with jungkook being affectionate with you!!!

in fact you like it because wow.,.. love.,.. love that for me :D

but uh

this degree tho

“jungkook you are very uHh attached to me, aren’t you??”

here’s a list to how he’s been extra extra cLINGY to you

you were watching 50 first dates because it was the first thing that popped up when you opened the tv then the scene of the waffle house came on and you cOOED

and jungkook immediately jumped into action

by action that meant him literally DIVING to the other end of the couch where you were lying down and cuddled you

“i’m making you that tomorrow for breakfast!!!!”

you were a little sappy after that and it ended late and you just wanted to wash up before bed because there was still training tomorrow

nonetheless you were gonna wake up the next day because your boyfriend IS the head coach and ur roommate IS the assistant coach so u don’t really have a choice

might as well wrap up the night early

you had to wriggle yourself out of jungkook’s death grip to go to the bathroom and when he finally got his bearings???

you’re brushing your teeth :D

then jungkook’s just sat at the closed toilet seat :D looking at you :D

“wow... look at you.... ur so cute brushing your teeth”

“shwshshshw thwank you??”

it didn’t stop there however

of course you cuddled!! jungkook even takes his shirt off for it because in the middle of the night he could randomly get hot and fussy

this time jungkook was the bIG spoon

it’s no surprise that he likes being babied at times hee-hee but wOw so this was the feeling of warmth!!! of being wrapped around by a furnace!!!! it’s nice!!!

the next days however.,.,.

it was getting a little overboard

every single time he had the opportunity to, he would nuzzle his head to your neck and cling onto you until you tAP out

doesn’t care if mingyu sees him chasing you around with a towel on one hand and ice water on the other :D

of course why would he care :D

after all he iS the boyfriend and mingyu isn’t :D

when you bring down one hand as you just let the other scroll down your phone??

hOLD !!! IN TER TWINE !!! I MUST HOLD

you scratch that part of your scalp that randomly gets itchy when you are incapable of itching it???

kook drops everything he’s doing to scratch at your hair and even presses kisses to your hairline!!

even in sleep he was aTTACHED!!!

kinda like how he’s a koala and u are the only branch left in the world for him to cling on

he has his leg trapping you down and his arm on your middle and you’re just about to maneuver yourself so it would be cOmfy

but then kook takes that as a signal that he was still too loose so he cuddles up even MORE

you’re just about to grunt but then you look over to jungkook and-

!!!!

HE’S AWAKE

you immediately squeak and jungkook shuts his eyes sO quick and so hard that it becomes even more obvious that he’s awake

his eyeballs are trembling underneath his eyelids lmao

even his lip is twitching and his breathing isn’t as relaxed if he were ACTUALLY sleeping

“wanna tell me about it??”

...

“... no i’m asleep”

“want me to talk until you fall asleep??”

“yes pls i’m asleep anyway”

jungkook is even cuter this way :((

when he is beyond oblivious that he’s adorable by just being like himself basically

“training was great today!! i don’t know if you saw, but mingyu and i had a contest awhile ago to see who jumps up higher!! so mingyu-...”

jungkook oPENS his eyes at that only for them to twitch

all he hears is mingyu mingyu mingyu and frankly it’s iRRITATING

he reacts exactly when you mention the guest coach’s name and it makes you halt

“hmmm so it iS about him, huh?? jimin was right,” you mumble underneath your breath but he hears you nonetheless and it makes him huff

jungkook completely detaches and turns away from you in an instant as if he’s throwing a tantrum that makes you reach out for him more

“is that why you’ve been clinging onto me??”

he can’t lie he’s extremely sOFT the moment you try and wrap your arms around his huffing figure

“figured that if i’m attached to you by the hip, then you’d only think of me and nOt him”

he’s kind of ashamed as he admits because he feels like he’s being childish with his feelings

he’s not so used to being vulnerable and it makes him uHhHh vulnerable????

he doesn’t like it

“i don’t like mingyu, koo.”

he feels you pressing a tender kiss to his cheek that makes them squish

he hAS to have a stronger resolve than this

“then stOp mentioning his name!!”

he was tHREATENED that’s for sure

he doesn’t need to say that aloud because god what for <3 he’s already suffering he doesn’t wanna speAk

“you do know that you’re my oNLY best boy, hmm??”

buttering up jungkook could be a little tricky

but you seem to hit the notch just pERFECTly this time because he’s basically putty

“yeah? i don’t really know about that”

he’s a wHORE for affection!!! that much he’s realized halfway through the week of being attached to you

you seem to be also forgetting that jungkook’s shirtless and he’s taking his comforter down, a cheeky smile gracing him that you snOrt as soon as it registers in your mind

:D

“remind me?”

[stewyonmolly]

hi! idk if ur taking prompts or anything but can you write something abt peter being (selectively) mute? it can come from him being autistic or as a coping mechanism or however! even better if tony can help overcome it. thank u sm❣️

lemme just preface with the fact that my experiences are not universal and that i didn’t even understand that i’m literally selectively mute until less than a week ago. nevertheless, i hope this fulfills what you wanted <3

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Peter doesn’t mean to be doing it.

It’s just that he’s been laying flat atop his sheets for almost two hours now, letting the idle spin of the white ceiling fan raise chills on his legs where they jab out of his too-loose boxers.

He’s got an incessant humming at the back of his neck though the rest of him is cavernous and cool. His eyes hurt. He can’t sleep.

He’s snapping one of MJ’s hair ties against the inside of his wrist. It’s supposed to make him come back into his body. It isn’t working. It feels like he’s up there bobbing on the breeze from the fan. Like suspension as a concept is tenuous and there is no webbing and Peter has been freefalling for ages and he still can’t see the ground.

He’d rather splat. He’d rather hit the ground, guts and grime and all, than keep hovering.

Johnny is off doing alien shit. MJ has an internship. May is on a shift. Ned hasn’t answered his texts.

There’s nothing holding him here.

It’s all too easy to let go.

Peter’s vision slips out of focus.

Time moves like ribbon curls and spilled honey; like sanded wood planks and fingerprints smudged on window panes; like the starchy water left after boiling potatoes and wet ink bleeding across the page.

It is all angles and pains and endless fields of undulating wheat, and then it isn’t.

Focus is painfully sharp. He immediately wants to retreat back into himself.

There’s a warm hand on his wrist. Peter fumbles the hair tie. It snaps onto fingers that are not his, rather than the thin skin over his palm.

“Stop that,” says Tony’s gruff voice, “quit it, kid, stop.”

Peter blinks. He turns towards Tony. He doesn’t know why Tony is in his apartment.

“School called,” Tony says, as if he reads minds. “You didn’t show up. They called May, and she called me to come and check on you since her shift isn’t up until twelve.”

Peter looks idly at Tony.

Tony’s hand skims over Peter’s forehead so lightly that Peter isn’t sure it happened. Peter thinks Tony’s palm is shaking. Peter thinks Tony’s eyes look heavy.

“One of those days?” Tony says.

Peter breathes. Somewhere inside his chest the answer is pulsating—it’s grabbing onto his ribs and rattling them like prison bars—but nothing. Nothing rises to his mouth.

Something, some great and primordial It, stoppers his throat, makes him stupid. Helpless. He fucking hates being helpless. All he does is try not to be.

He closes his eyes when his lower lip trembles. His throat is painfully tight. He hates feeling like this. He doesn’t get it. Nothing happened. Why does he feel like he’s sunk a foot into the foam of his mattress.

“Alright,” Tony says. “Hey, okay, I’m here now. We can fix this. I know we can. You know the first step? Because I do and I’m willing to share my answer with the class. Here it is: sit up. That’s the first thing. That’s always the first step. Come on, up, let’s sit up.”

Tony’s hand squeezes Peter’s shoulder three times, fast. Peter pushes himself up. He must. Because he’s sitting. His elbows feel strange. Too big. Too bendy.

“Hey, look at that,” says Tony. “You nailed it. Olympic gold worthy. I’ll contact the YMCA. You need a minute? Let’s take a minute. Step one, done. You earned a minute, I’m—here, scoot. Move that leg, I’m coming in hot like a mofo. Do the kids say that? I think I heard it on a TV show once and, frankly, it baffled me.”

Tony wedges himself onto Peter’s mattress and leans back against the headboard.

Peter looks at him, all decked in a massive hoodie and ratty sweatpants. His face is strange and blurry. Warped like he’s watching the bottom of a swimming pool writhe. Peter feels like he doesn’t recognize Tony. Peter feels like he would recognize Tony blind and backwards and upside down. He does not understand this feeling. It’s infuriating. He wants to reach down his throat and into his chest and pull it out like those clown napkins neatly tied in brightly-colored knots.

Tony sighs, settling against Peter’s pillows.

He gives a good show. As if this is normal. Any of this at all.

Tony turns his head towards Peter, then pats Peter’s cold kneecap.

He turns away again.

Peter thinks that if some magic spell could summon from his chest the sound that has been pushed so deep it would never otherwise be heard, it would be a guttural, fractured scream.

His finger loops around the hair tie.

Before he can snap it, Tony’s hand stops him. Cuffs around Peter’s wrist, all calluses and divots and swirled prints.

Peter can feel every rise and fall against his skin.

“How are we doing during our little interlude?” Tony says. “More interlude? Less interlude? Terminated interlude? All of the above are fine. Just keep me updated. A memo on my desk will suffice.”

Peter clenches his jaw.

“Oh, he’s mad. Okay. I can give you time. How about the next step for today is a shower? You look like you’re fucking freezing. Go take a warm shower. I’ll do that fancy thoughtful thing where I throw a towel in the dryer for you so it’s all toasty when you get out. Remember to wash behind your ears and everything.”

Tony slides off the mattress and stands beside it. He stares at Peter, open, patient.

Peter pushes himself off the mattress. The floor beneath his feet feels like a memory.

Tony says, “Hey, look at you! Nice. We’re making shit happen, folks. Into the bathroom with you, young one. Throw your towel out the door. I’ll go fix it up nice.”

Peter follows the instructions at half-pace.

In the shower, he finds himself sitting under the stream. He does not remember why he sat. He doesn’t feel lightheaded. Or nauseous. Or anything else at all.

He finds his footing. Stands. Soaps himself.

The garbled sound of the water calms him, even if he feels matted eight layers deep.

When he gets out, the towel is waiting beside a stack of his clothes. All of them are warmed.

He gets dressed and pads out of the bathroom.

Tony is standing at the stove. He’s cooking something. Peter cannot tell what it is.

Tony snorts. “You tuck your sweatpants into your socks? God, I shouldn’t be surprised. You do seem like the sock-tucking type. I bet you single-cuff your jeans or something. Fold your underwear in thirds. Hang your sweaters.”

The worst thing is that Peter has the comeback ready. Like a normal person? he wants to say. Like a normal person? sits on the back of his tongue. He can’t say the words. Neurotypical who? Not him.

God, even joking in his own freaking head sounds discordant.

Peter pushes himself up onto the counter and sits, legs dangling.

Tony continues to cook. Every once in a while, Tony will start to hum, then stop. He’ll get halfway into a verse and then quit as if he forgets the words.

Peter cannot pick up a single melody.

Tony is rather suddenly before him, plate in hand. It’s laden with eggs and turkey sausage. Two slices of toast. A peeled orange.

Tony peeled an orange without Peter noticing. Without smelling, even.

Peter takes the plate. It wavers in his hands but he rights it.

Tony does not begin to clean the cookware until Peter has stabbed a sausage with his fork and begun to chew it.

His mouth feels like it’s full of glue. His whole existence is a cotton ball. Fucking Christ. He’s so tired of feeling like this.

The next time Tony taps him, it’s on the elbow.

Peter starts.

Tony catches his plate before it can slip off his lap.

Tony taps Peter’s temple twice. “You’ve been—out there for a while. That place I can’t follow you. Food is getting cold. I expect it all to be finished. I know I’m the cool parent but I will not budge on this one.”

Peter stares.

“I know,” Tony says, voice breaking. “God, I know, Pete. It’s okay. Just some breakfast. It’s fine. You can do that, I know you can.”

Peter knows he can too. He knows he can, and he’s pissed because he feels like the crater punched into the earth’s crust that wiped out the dinosaurs, all smoking and empty and awful. He can finish a plate of fucking eggs. Toast. He loves oranges. He can do this.

It feels like he can’t. It feels like an undertaking. The epic sort.

He grits his teeth, stabs a chunk of egg, and does it. It’s like pulling himself along by the ends of his nails, but on the inside.

When he’s finished, he feels sick rather than bolstered.

But Tony takes his plate, grinning, and washes it for him. Whistling from between his teeth, now.

Peter’s finger hooks the hair tie. He knows that if he snaps it hard enough he’ll come back.

He does it once, twice. Nothing. He hears the slap against his skin. It feels like nothing more than a pinch.

“Hey, stop that,” Tony says, hands wet and sudsy as he takes the tie off Peter’s wrist.

Peter blinks at his skin. It’s mottled red, lightly bruised. He hadn’t realized.

It was supposed to fix him.

“I’m keeping this. I’ll personally give it back to Michelle. This isn’t May’s. It’s not May’s, right? She only uses scrunchies. She’s a child of the flowers, bless her hippie heart. Okay. Pocketing it. Let me finish the dishes. I need May to love me. Okay. Be right back.”

Tony pats Peter’s knee before he goes.

Peter watches the wet spot from Tony’s hand grow on the fabric of his sweats.

Tony brings him to the couch. The couch is not big. It is deep and too soft and sometimes, if you sit wrong, you get a butthole piercing from the springs.

Tony wraps him in a blanket. And then another. One is a quilt Ben made. The other is a blanket so enormous and thick that Peter is faintly sure it will smother him.

But he lets Tony wrap him up. Because he has no other choice. And because a little part of him—one tenacious bit who hasn’t lost hope—deeply wants Tony to fix this for him, and trusts that Tony knows what he’s doing.

Tony settles onto the couch next to Peter, tossing an arm across the back. His fingertips scratch Peter’s neck, along the knots of his spine.

“We could watch something,” Tony suggests. “I tend to think watching something after eating aids the digestive process. Gets the systems moving. Sound good? Let’s watch something fun. Let’s watch Ferris Bueller. God, that poor bastard. What mother would name their child Ferris? And he’s such a successful kid too. That’s overcoming adversity right there.”

Tony fumbles with the remote. He pulls up the movie. Peter sits in his blanket nest.

The film starts with the iconic monologue sequence.

Something in Peter settles seeing it. It’s so familiar to him, he could recite the whole script end-to-end.

Not now, probably. But usually.

It itches in his chest.

Tony hums rather than laughs during movies. A soft noise with his lips pressed together. A light smile.

He seems so calm. At ease. Peter doesn’t get it. Tony is always freaking out, especially when there’s absolutely nothing wrong, but not now.

Peter can’t make himself speak and Tony isn’t freaking out. That’s weird.

But maybe it’s good. Maybe. Because Tony acting normal might make Peter’s subconscious feel normal and then everything will click back into place and Peter can stop being so helpless and pissed and nonexistent.

It doesn’t reboot his subconscious. What it does is make him sleepy. The brush of Tony’s fingers, the familiar cadence of the movie—Peter drifts, and this time, he sleeps.

He’s shaken awake what feels like hours later.

He opens a bleary eye. Everything is moving.

A great mane of braided hair whacks him across the face.

He sputters.

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Sorry, baby, just me, joining in on the cuddle sesh. Don’t worry, I changed out of my scrubs first. I know how much you hate being near my dirty work scrubs. Which astounds me, considering Ben saw you sneak a pizza crust out of the trash once when you were a kid.”

She settles next to him on the far side, where a snoring Tony isn’t.

She wraps her arm around Peter’s waist, strong and lithe and familiar, and Peter feels it.

It makes his eyes ache.

He swallows and swallows. He turns to May. He presses a firm kiss to her cheek.

“I love you too, honey,” she says, poking her nose into his neck. They’ve never needed words to communicate anyway.

He closes his eyes, warm enough to bake, surrounded on every side with stifling love.

He sleeps, chasing the sun across the sky, and when he wakes again, he wakes.

[shuatoyou]

yayay okok hear me out: LEE JIHOON. hes back from work. a bit stressed, but ok overall. ms y/n comes over and tries to calm him down. he gets worked up. a lil fight, ending up in y/n leaving the apt/dorm for the night. u carry on the story however u want!!! if ur not comfy writing angst please lmk so i can apologize and send a different ask! thank u and im good as well hee hee :)) ily SO MUCH u are my baby :')

u r too good for this world pls. thank u for the request i hope u like this one <3 ily bunches

don’t hesitate to send reqs whenever i love receiving them from u btw

jihoon x reader ft some jun & soonyoung hehe

the faint slamming of the door could be heard from your spot in the lounge signalling jihoon was finally home. the said boy walked into the room completely disregarding your presence leaving you slightly confused as you followed him into your shared bedroom.

“is everything okay babe?” you ask lifting a hand up onto jihoons shoulder but you receive no answer and your hand shook off, so you proceed to ask again much to your boyfriends dismay as he unpacked his work bag.

“do i look like i’m dancing on clouds right now y/n?” jihoon responds this time only to stun you with the harsh tone of his voice.

you stand there in awe at the way he spoke to you watching him throw his mic he takes around onto the desk, you flinch a bit at the sudden impact of the mic hitting the table.

“did something happen at work? we can talk about it over some hot dr-”

“y/n why do you have to be so persistent can you just leave me alone?” jihoon turns around harshly only to be met with your shocked and unpleased face.

“woah there. i don’t understand why you’re taking your anger out on me when i’m trying to be nice and be there for you considering you’re my boyfriend.” you tried to speak with reason but you felt yourself getting angrier and more upset at each word.

“i’ve already expressed i’m not in the mood you could just give me space” jihoon speaks out louder this time

you shake your head in disbelief at the fact he was acting this way.

“fine i’ll give you space in fact you can have the whole house maybe you should yell a bit more at the furnitures while im gone.” you resort to yelling along with him now; something you despise so much.

at this point both of you were angry and frustrated at eachother but you knew wasn’t worth going back and forth, so you grab your hoodie and walk out the bedroom and eventually the house, mimicking jihoons door slam from when he had first entered.

you knew junhui and soonyoung lived down the road not too far so you decided to make the 2 minute trip walking over to theirs with no other options once you had made the rash decision to walk out of your warm apartment on a cold day. many regretful decisions there.

“y/n?” junhui was shocked to see you at their door at 11pm to say the least.

“is everything okay why are you here so late? wheres jihoon?” he begins asking spitting each word out quite quickly.

“can i come in is that okay?” you smile weakly at the taller boy.

he nods moving to the side and shutting the door behind you directing you to their lounge.

“oh hi y/n wheres jihoon” soonyoung repeats his roommates previous question with his signature smile pulling through.

“he’s at home” you respond standing a bit awkwardly, you weren’t used to being in other members companies without jihoon.

jun pats the seat near him.

“do you want anything?” 

“water is okay” you let soonyoung know and he skips off into the kitchen causing you to let out a small unnoticed laugh.

“so whats up?” jun questioned again wrapping his blanket tighter around him. he was clearly cold.

“jihoon. he came home really mad and we had a little argument” you sigh before continuing “he told me to give him space so here i am” 

“you and jihoon argued? what the hell” soonyoung walks in right as you said that handing you your glass of water.

you nod take a sip of the hydrating liquid.

“i dont understand why he was so angry when he got home” you scoff “especially when i was trying to be nice.”

“he got really frustrated today during practice and producing for the comeback, but we didnt think it was bad enough for him to be that way at home too.” soonyoung admitted following with an apology

“its not your fault dont apologise i wish he would talk to me rather than take it out on me you know. maybe its my fault for pushing”

jun and soonyoung sighed one after the other.

“does he know you’re here?” jun spoke up this time.

“no i didnt really say where i was going when i left.” you mutter playing with the hem of your sleeves

right on point your phone buzzed multiple times notifying you of a message causing you to perk up and take your beloved mobile out the pocket of the hoodie you were in.

you let go of the breath you wasnt even aware you were holding anymore.

“was that jihoon?” soonyoung asks now.

“yeah, he’s coming to pick me up so we can talk..”

“its up to you if you’re ready y/n” jun reassures you with soonyoung giving you an agreeing nod to his roommates words.

“it’ll be fine, im sorry for barging in so late you guys must be tired” you apologise feeling bad.

“dont worry about it, we’re glad you felt like you could confide in us, right jun?” 

“yes of course.”

you give them a weak smile waiting for jihoon to turn up which wasnt long until a knock on the door could be heard. you followed soonyoung to the door watching him greet his friend before moving as if he was presenting you to a crowd.

jihoon gives you a soft pleading smile and you turn to the two boys now stood behind you. “thank you” you whisper gratefully. before leaving to hopefully sort out a few issues with your boyfriend.

[barnesxplum-blog]

Imagine being close friends with Seb for 2 years now, but also in love with him. U don’t think he likes u back, so u decide to get urself drunk to confess to him so that he rejects u in the morn. But thing is, he does like u back and is desperately tryin to get u to understand that despite u being in ur drunk denial. If u can, a lotta fluff would be hella cool, xx!

Sorry this took so long @blueskiesbleakeyes! I love this idea, I hope I did it justice :)

Warnings: None (please let me know if there should be some!!)

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If hell was a place on Earth it would be here, in this bar, right where you were, engulfing you in it’s hot and merciless flames.

Fine. Perhaps that was a tad melodramatic.

You were sat slumped in the bar stool, twirling the umbrella around in your cocktail glass with a forlorn expression plastered on your face.

You almost regretted accepting Sebastian’s last minute invitation to come here, but the look in his eyes almost dragged the word “yes” out of your mouth against your will. 

No one could really say no to Sebastian and not feel terrible for it for at least 3 business days afterwards. Come on. The guy was an unruly puppy confined within in a grown man’s body.

So here you sat, reluctantly watching him smile politely and converse with a group of attractive ladies, all vying for his attention, asking about how he gets into his metal arm and whether he would grow his hair out again. 

“How original.” you thought, surprising yourself at how bitter you sounded.

You rolled your eyes as one particularly pretty girl giggled at Sebastian, (who really wasn’t doing anything funny, in your opinion) and gripped his upper arm, getting a good feel of his toned bicep.

Sickening.

You had even reached the point where you had to mentally repeat in a chant like fashion: 

“He isn’t yours, Y/N. He is not your boyfriend” 

You couldn’t exactly blame her for turning up the charm. Being friends with Sebastian didn’t make you blind to his attractiveness. He was definitely hot, talented, kind, funny and sweet... you knew this and you could see why it would be difficult to resist his charms. What stung the most is that he either refused to accept that he had all of these features, or didn’t believe it at all, forever shrugging off compliments and burying his head in his hands whenever fans or interviewers would flirt with him.

In fact, in recent weeks you’d found yourself in quite the predicament.

You returned your focus to the illuminated display of liquor behind the bar, and asked for a bottle of the strongest stuff they had.

It all started around a month ago. Sebastian was over at your apartment and the two of you had made some homemade pizzas together, of course, not without a small food fight ensuing, since the two of you had a combined mental age that equated to 12 years.

You were both covered in flour, smearing tomato sauce on each other’s cheeks every five minutes. Each time you did so, you would swear it would be the last time you did it, but betrayed your promise within seconds, just to attack the other with food items again. It was all very juvenile, but at the same time, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

His flour-y smile and little yelps every time you attacked him made the sticky feeling that lingered on your face feel a lot less irritating and uncomfortable, and more of a reminder of how much you loved to spend time with him. 

After consuming a substantial amount of pizza and ice cream, Seb decided he was far too full and sleepy to make the journey back to his own home, which was only a 15 minute walk from yours, sounding a lot like someone who was at least 20 years older than he was, which you made sure to tease him about.

“Well, when you get to my age, maybe you’ll be more aware of the importance of conserving one’s energy,” He retorted, half yawning in the middle of his sentence.

Even you were feeling drowsy from the mammoth amount of food you had eaten, so you admitted defeat and drifted off into a joint food coma on your couch.

You awoke early the next morning to see light filtering through the the blinds on your window, warming your skin, and illuminating both of your legs, tangled in the single, patchwork  blanket you used for the night that honestly didn't do much to cover you. Seb was a proud blanket thief. 

The said blanket thief was clutching you to his chest in a tight, but comfortable grip, making small snuffling noises in his sleep, his hair unruly and slowly returning back to its natural curly state, freeing itself from its gelled back prison. 

He looked like an angel, in the golden sunlight with his skin glowing, and his lips parted slightly. You almost wanted to take a picture of him looking like this, but you restrained yourself, not wanting to risk him catching you and having to live down the teasing and embarrassment.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you felt a strong instinct to nuzzle into his chest, taking in his natural scent- faintly of his day-old cologne and rain.

You smiled, basking in this rare moment of affection, wanting to enjoy it before it came to its inevitable end, and you were just friends once again. You felt a pang of sadness, just at the thought.

Looking up slowly, you dared to sneak another glance at him. You jumped, noticing his eyes were already partly open, the blue irises focused intently on you in a sleepy gaze.

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a juvenile grin, and his eyes fluttered closed once more, so his long, dark lashes fanned out almost touching his cheeks below.

“Five more minutes, Y/N” he sighed, planting a chaste kiss on your temple, before falling asleep again.

Back in the present moment, you were seriously drunk, having downed countless shots on an empty stomach. The world was spinning. There were now four identical bartenders all mixing the same drink before you.

You raised your arm, despite this.

One more couldn’t hurt, could it?

You only wanted to forget ever wanting your best friend as anything more than a friend. You felt silly for even thinking that could Sebastian see you as anything other than his little, non-famous platonic sidekick.

Especially when beautiful and talented women were prone to throwing themselves at him at every opportunity. You didn’t stand a chance.

“Y/N, enough,” you heard a soft voice through the mayhem of the bar, as karaoke was starting up. His favourite.

Sebastian gripped your hand in his, softly peeling you off of the bar stool. His eyebrows shot up as they usually do when he’s even mildly surprised, when your knees completely buckled under your own body weight.

He gripped you more firmly so you didn’t fall to the floor. 

“How much did you drink?” 

“Enough to allow me to tell you this,” you hiccuped.

It was now or never. At least your inhibitions we’re out of the way for now, and you wouldn’t even remember this, come morning time.

He furrowed his brow as you took his hand and led him with great difficulty to a more quiet corner of the room.

“Sebastian, I love you.” You blurted, holding his shoulders and staring deeply into his eyes.

He broke out into a chuckle and patted your shoulder.

“Love you too, Y/N” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s get you home”

As he escorted you outside towards his car, you began to resist him with all of your strength, which when comparing to Sebastian, was not much.

“No! I mean..I mean I love you!”

This made Sebastian finally stop in his tracks, and look sideways at you.

“I mean I’m in love with you. Like holding hands and kissing kinda love. And maybe even having s-“

“Y/N stop,” he whispered, cutting you off.

it was like the blood in your body had run cold, and your heart plummeted from your chest to somewhere in your lower abdomen. He continued to escort you to his parked car behind the bar.

It was almost unbelievable how stupid you felt.

“I knew it!” Tears pricked your eyes, and you felt your cheeks growing hot and red.

“I knew you’d never love me back. Especially when women with big boobs and pretty faces are always smiling at you” 

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Y/N” he persisted, opening his car door for you.

“I do! I just told you- I. Love. You.” 

“No...” he replied, breaking every last piece of hope you had stored in your heart.

He sighed, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car, and he helped fasten your seatbelt while a tear rolled down your cheek.

Everything seemed to be a blur of darkness and engine noises for a while. You could see Seb’s outline, a portrait of stress hunched over the wheel, his hands gripping the leather tightly. You wondered whether his hands would leave visible marks in the material, from how his knuckles had turned white with strain. The last thing you remember was him carrying you into your apartment before it all went completely dark.

You awoke with a throbbing headache, and fragmented memories of last night and how you even made it to your bed.

Fortunately, or rather, unfortunately for you, you managed to recall, in astounding detail, every minute of you confessing and then getting shut down.

“Fuck!” You sighed loudly, rolling over.

As you did so, you realised you were in your pyjamas. You definitely were not sober enough last night to change into your PJs and stow away your heels so neatly by your bedroom door. You narrowed your eyes in confusion, but also partly due to the migraine coming on.

As if on cue, your door flung open, and a shirtless, wild haired Sebastian burst into your room, his eyes wide.

“What happened? I heard you swear” he said breathlessly, his toned chest rising and falling rapidly.

 You screamed helplessly and jumped out of bed, your duvet still wrapped around your waist

“What are you doing here?” You yelled.

“I stayed on the couch because I didn’t want you to be alone” he explained “you could have choked on your own vomit or something”

You calmed down instantly. Well, at least he wasn’t completely scared off from last nights conversation.

“My clothes,” you mumbled sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

“You looked uncomfortable in your dress.” He shrugged, seemingly unfazed by having to strip you down and dress you again.

“Here, I’ll get you some water and painkillers,” he motioned for you to follow him into the kitchen/ living room space.

As you gulped down the pills you watched him tidy up your house for a while, before deciding to speak.

“I’m sorry about what I said”

His body visibly tensed, and he turned to you, his eyes unreadable.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

 “I made it weird. You obviously only see me as a friend and I’d like to keep you as one, only if you’d let me of course” you said, though your nerves got the better of you and it all came out as one convoluted sentence.

He regarded you for what felt like an eternity. His blue eyes, scanning over your face. Almost as if he was mapping you and memorising all of your features. What scared you the most is that his lips were still. His usual goofy smile was nowhere to be seen.

A serious Sebastian is one you hadn’t had much experience with within your friendship, and that was something you loved about him. He was always laughing, cheerful and poking fun at somebody or something. But now, he seemed so severe. It scared you.

 You rubbed your thighs with your palms nervously. Thank god the medicine was kicking in, otherwise there would be no way you’d be able to face the pain of the headache coupled with Seb turning you down twice in 24 hours.

“I don’t blame you if you can’t look at me the same, Seb. And I-“ You added.

“You weren’t listening to me last night,” he blurted out of the blue, cutting you off.

He padded towards you in his mismatched socks and stopped until he was mere inches from your face.

“And I wanted to make sure of something, too.” He sighed “It breaks my heart to imagine you think I can’t look at you the same”

You shook your head and placed a reassuring hand on his arm for him to continue. You could have sworn you saw his eyes glisten a bit from tears.

“Y/N...I wanted to make sure you’d remember everything I say to you. I’ve loved being your friend for the past couple of years, don’t get me wrong” he was now wringing his hands, his face flushed and his eyes darting from your face to the floor.

“But I’ve come to realise, it’s not enough. I can’t hold you, and know that you’re not mine. Not completely. It sounds cliche, but I feel empty every time we’re apart. I try to fill the void but, honestly, no one will compare”

“Every time I see you, my heart feels so fucking full.” He continued, now the smile was starting to appear on his face.

“I just want to grab you and never let go, but I felt so selfish. I felt like I was throwing our friendship away, Y/N” 

By now your jaw had completely dropped. You didn’t even care what you looked like at this point with your bedhead, dark circles and chapped lips from dehydration. All you wanted to know is if what you were hearing was correct.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you last night, but I knew you wouldn’t remember it” He whispered, leaning closer to you now. “I want you- us- remember it” He whispered.

In one swift motion, his hand was cradling the back of your head and his eyes were staring down at you, his lips parted. He kissed you deeply, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly close to his bare chest. You could almost hear his heart beating excitedly beneath his ribcage, threatening to burst out

When he released you, his beautiful, stupid smile was back. He almost looked embarrassed at how much he was grinning.

“Sorry it took this long” he whispered, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles sweetly. 

“I suppose it was worth the wait.” You retorted, shooting him a wry smile.

He cocked his head to the side, taking you in for a while.

“Next time I undress you, you’re gonna be able to recall every second of it,” he winked at you.

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another self-conscious fat!mc request here... i think a lot about lucio's thick thighs sooo how about a fat!mc comparing all the things that are wrong about their own (stretch marks, cellulite, prob hairy too bc fuck yeah) to what are "perfect" about his and he shuts that shit down. also if u wanted to end it with said thighs smothering him blissfully well who am i to say no? no pref on it being a fic or headcanons; have a great day, ur rly doing great stuff

aw thank my condolences if you thought you were gonna get anything short and concise out of me with a topic like this (1059 words ajskld;fj) Content warning: bad body feels, ~Lemon~————————————————————————–

Lucio was absentmindedly running his hand through Melchior’s fur, when he heard a deep sigh coming from beside him. He shifted his weight to lean on his arm and face them. They were both clad in little more than the plush red blanket that was presently pulled only up to their thighs. Lucio gently reached over and stroked their cheek. 

“Are you okay?” Melchior huffed and jumped off the bed once Lucio’s petting stopped. They looked down at themselves for a moment, running a finger along their thigh, and sighed again. 

“What?” Lucio’s voice was sharp, but not impatient. “Let me help.”

“That’s just the thing. I don’t think you can.” Their voice was quiet and slightly pained. 

“Of course I can help, I’m Count Lucio,” He dramatically gestured towards the ceiling as he spoke,”I can help with anything you need. Just say the words.” He flashed his smirk and they couldn’t help but give him a small smile in return. 

When they looked back down at themselves, though, the corners of their mouth pulled down as well. 

“I just don’t understand what you see in me, Lucio. Honestly.” Their voice shook slightly. “I’m fat and you’re so, so muscular and buff. I have all these stretch marks and hair and your skin is so smooth and tight and you have the battle scars of a warrior and-” Their voice broke as they had to choke back a sob. Tears flowed down their cheeks despite their furious attempts to wipe them away. “Everything about you is just so handsome and perfect and. And...I...You deserve better than this. Better than me and my fat, and-and hairy, marked up body.” Their voice was halting and strained. By the end of their thought they had sat up and pulled the blanket up to their chest. No longer attempting to restrain their crying, they bent their knees and leaned over on them, hanging their head down as they sobbed. 

Lucio sat there, mouth slightly open, in stunned silence, for a long moment. He sat up, crossed his arms, furrowed his brow, and crinkled his nose all in one swift movement. 

“What are you even talking about?” The slight edge to his voice was enough to give them pause and stop their crying. 

“What?” 

“What are you talking about that I deserve better than you? Better than you? You? There is no better than you!” He started waving his arms as he spoke. “I’m the kind of guy that knows what I like and I chose you. Out of all the people I could have sought out once I got my body back, you were the one I wanted.” He lowered his voice, and moved to sit next to you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. He gently slid his other hand across their soft stomach, stroking it softly with his thumb. 

“You...’ He struggles to find the word for a moment, coming up short, “hm, you make a lot of assumptions about me.” Their breathing was still ragged, but they looked over at him in genuine curiosity.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I’ve...I hope I haven’t made you think that any of those things made you not worthy of me.” He looked down at where he was still gently rubbing their stomach and a small amount of pink crept into his cheeks. “I like you, and your body. You’re cute, I’ve always thought so, and I have impeccable taste. You’re soft and still so warm. I could spend the rest of my life looking at you and notice something new every day.” Lucio shifted slightly, resting his hand on their knee, still not meeting their gaze. They sighed deeply and put their hands on his. 

“Besides,”he said,”I’m not so perfect myself.” He smirked again, eliciting once again a small smile from their lips. 

“Oh? Do tell.” 

“Ahem....while I admit my body is very nice, do you see this scar here? On my chin?” He gestures to a barely visible pale line along his chin and then suddenly averts his gaze looking slightly embarrassed. “The first time I was putting on one of my boots with my metal arm, I slipped and nearly punched myself in the jaw.” Shaking away the embarrassment, he smiles again. “See? Not all good heroic stories.” 

They laugh, fully, at his confession. Lucio reaches over and wipes away the tears from their cheeks, his eyes sparkling at their smile. 

“Speaking of my talents,” Lucio arched his eyebrow, “I could give a hands on demonstration of what I think about your body.” Their eyes widened. 

“Not that I’m opposed but...are you sure?” Before they had time to look down in shame, Lucio put his hand on their chin and tilted it towards him, looking them in the eye.

“I am.” He laid flat on the bed, patting his chest. They started to gingerly kneel next to his chest, when Lucio grabbed them and pulled them onto him. 

“You should know, these muscles aren’t just for show.” He gives them a winning smile and pulls them forward, placing one of their knees on either side of his head. “You can relax.” His voice was low and reassuring to them. 

“Thank you.” Their voice was still breathless, but this time in anticipation. Lucio took his time, winding his fingers through the hair between their legs and kissing the bottom of their stomach that was inches from his face. 

He would be damned if his lover felt unappreciated or unattractive while he was pleasuring them. Moving his arms to the outside of their thighs, he pulled them close. Gently he placed his mouth on them and they let out a low gasp. As they began to move their hips, he lost himself in the pleasure of their body on top of him and the feeling of their soft thighs against his face. 

By the time they were done,they were both panting and warm, but that didn’t stop them from embracing each other afterward. Lucio’s arm was around them while he stroked their arm that they had across his chest. 

“Do you believe me now?” They tightened their grip on him slightly. 

“It helped.” Content with that answer, Lucio laid back, and before long they had both drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 

[omgxiaoch]

I loooooooooooved Gangster Jooheon!! Do you think you could do a Gangster Changkyun/I.M?? Please and Thank You :))

a/n: i hope you like this anon! i really enjoyed making this :) thank you for requesting it!!

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gangsterau!Changkyun

gang groups have never been that big of a problem in your community

until this MX gang decides to trespass your community 

however, the thing is

nobody has seen the face of the boss of MX

if you were the boss of MX, would you even show your face

and just go out there like “hello b*TCHES ITS ME UR DOOM”???

well, heck no

anyways…

you’re just one of those students, well university student to be exact

working on a part-time job and taking the night shift since class dismisses late

it was one of those nights where the tv just serves as a white noise

as you study for your upcoming finals this month

however, in the middle of your studying, the hourly news catches your attention

and even the fact that your mother just texted you at the same time the news came up

just sent chills running down your spine

there was a sighting of the boss of MX 

and the police weren’t able to catch him nor see a glimpse of the man

but, being you, you just simply  shrug it off and continue studying

it wasn’t that much of a big deal since the sighting was on the other side of town

and well, finals >>>>>>> MX’s boss

you were in the middle of studying and jotting down notes 

when the bell rang, indicating a customer has entered

you looked up and greeted the customer with a smile which was one of the worst decisions that you’ve ever made

why?

well, the man was staring at you with a smirk 

and it sent your ‘stranger danger’ alarm going wild

you don’t understand why he was staring at you 

like wtf is wrong with you, brUV?! 

you were about to press the emergency button under the counter

when the man just parkoured his way to you and knocked you out 

the moment you wake up, you groan in pain as your body felt sore 

from being tied up in your chair for how long God knows

you looked around until your eyes lands on the door that was just meters away from you

thinking of ways to escape, you were interrupted when the door slammed open

revealing one handsome young man with his eyebrows furrowed

and is actually being followed by a man who’s whimpering in fear

“what’s your name?”

you don’t reply and just stared at him

he heaves out an exasperated sigh and removes the cloth wrapped around your mouth

“does she even look like her, Johnny?”

“w-well, she… the picture–”

“does she even look like the person that we were looking for, huh?!“ 

“y-yes–”

“for chrissakes, Johnny!!! SHE DOESN’T EVEN LOOK LIKE HER.”

“b-but boss, the picture–”

“THIS IS AN IDENTIFICATION MISMATCH. YOU’LL BE THE DEATH OF US, DO YOU KNOW THAT?”

the man smacks Johnny on the back of his hand countless times

and you just couldn’t help but stare at them in confusion

since…

iDENTITY MISMATCH????????????

U dON’T LOOK LIKE WHOO???????

however, at some point, your mouth just betrays you on the spot

and just blabber something that made the man look at you

“you… won’t report us?”

“yEAH… i mean, yeah… just let me go so that i can study for my finals.”

the man continues to ponder on your offer for how long God knows

and when he’s finally made up his mind 

he nudges Johnny to untie the ropes around you 

“i’ll let you go but don’t think that i won’t have my eyes on you.”

you nod your head in response and gave him your word

to be honest, you’d be wondering why the boss is escorting you out of their HQ instead of his men

but you couldn’t care less since you’RE FREE NOW

“my name’s changkyun by the way… but you can call me I.M”

he introduces himself out of the blue and you were caught off guard

you introduce yourself to him out of courtesy and just watched him open this luxury car’s door and urges you in

and before he closes the door, he reminds you once again

“don’t let a word slip out from that pretty little mouth of yours or else i’ll come running after you”

and with that, the car drove off 

it’s been weeks? months? since you’ve last seen Changkyun

well… it’s not like you miss him or anything but ever since that day their gang seems quiet…

“hey, have you heard anything about that gang.. MX?”

your friend asks out of the blue which made you look at her with surprised eyes

“w-what?”

“you know, MX gang? they’ve been pretty quiet lately… i don’t like the thought of it.”

“o-oh… yeah.”

you didn’t really take the topic seriously and just nodded along 

that night when you were walking home

you couldn’t help but wonder where you were

where am i? wHERE’S MY HOUSE AGAIN?? 

you were now frozen on your place as you try to recall the way to your house

but what you didn’t know was that a number of men were waiting for you

and before you know it, you were already surrounded

“huh, you’re that girl that I.M’s been eyeing now?”

“i wonder what he sees in you but he’s been pretty quiet now…”

“what’s so special about her though?”

“well, we’ll know when we take her hostage.”

the men start to lessen the space between you and them

you tried to dodge their attacks and escape

but you were then caught by one of them

yes, one of them

the man starts laughing hysterically at your cute little attempt

they start to tie you up and they even took videos of you for them to send to changkyun

finally, when they finished taking videos, they were about to bring you to their van

when everything just happened so quickly

the men that tried to take you in were thrown down and some of them were even bloodied

and before you know it, you’re already in the arms of–

“c-CHANGKYUN?!”

“you’ve been causing a lot of trouble, [y/n].”

“w-what do you mean?”

changkyun doesn’t bother answering you and just gets you to his car

fffFFFASSSTTT FOOOOORRRWAAAARDDDD

you’re quite surprised to see a pretty normal house

it wasn’t luxurious or anything like those being represented in movies

but it was changkyun’s humble abode

you look around as you wait for changkyun 

and you notice that he even keeps pictures of his family and friends on his wall

“you’re quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?”

“what do you mean?”

“you’ve been causing a lot of trouble, [y/n] ever since that day you’ve met me.”

“is… studying trouble?? *squints your eyes at him*”

“do you remember the girl you’ve talked to a while ago?”

“what about Heeni?”

“she’s the daughter of the man that sent those creepers.”

“no way.”

“wait, stand up.”

“why?”

“just stand up, for Pete’s sake!”

you quickly obeyed and changkyun didn’t waste any second

he begins to tap and check every nook and cranny in your body

but you were, of course, embarrassed at what he was doing 

so you tried to stop him, only to receive a snarl from him

“stop squirming!”

after a couple of taps and touches, he’s finally found a tracking device behind our collar and destroyed it in just one go

“what was that?”

“a poorly made tracking device that can’t even track you when you’re away from that friend of yours.”

ever since that day, changkyun’s kept you by his side no matter what he does or where he goes

you’re always by his side since he wants to keep you safe from other potential danger

and to be honest, the two of you have actually grown closer to each other

whenever the sun finally sets, the two of you would just lounge around his living room and enjoy a glass of wine and just talk about each other’s lives

just getting to know each other and such

and you, being the person that you are, take care of those around you

whenever changkyun's in his office and he's burning the midnight oil

you would always make sure to make some snacks and hot milk for him

and maybe bring a blanket and pillow for him to use when he rests

"*knocks on the door* hey, changkyun. can i come in?"

"go ahead!"

"*enters the room and smiles* i brought you some snacks."

"you d-didn't have to but thank you... *blushing*"

"*drapes the blanket over his shoulder and pats him on the back* don't work yourself out, okay? take some rest from time to time. anyways, i'll head out first."

"alright, good night [y/n]."

or

that one time when changkyun comes home bloodied

you didn't think twice but usher him towards the coach and get all the first aid kit and a small basin of water and towels

"what happened to you? *carefully removes his shirt* c-careful.."

"*groans* we were ambushed... but thankfully none of the boys got hurt and we were able to divert their attention and escape."

"*disinfects his wound and starts treating it* could you stop worrying about the others for a second and worry for yourself? changkyun, i know how much you cherish the boys but please take care of yourself... we're only given a couple chances to live."

to be honest, changkyun has never felt like this before

well it's been a while since he's last felt this feeling

he couldn't understand why his heart keeps on skipping a beat for you

and why the butterflies in his stomach would go wild when you smile at him or even when you're not doing anything?!?!

when the chaos started to die down, changkyun actually sends you back to uni for you to finish your studies

he'd actually check on you from time to time until the day you've finally graduated!

but to be honest, ever since you're no longer in his house with him

he actually felt lonely

well, it felt empty without your smile or you in general

you, yourself, were also not exempted

you also felt lonely when you've gone back to university and there as no day where you wouldn't think about him

well, let's just say, ever since that day when he saved you and continued to shower you with care and support

your heart has been skipping beats for him and your butterflies were already unleashed from their cages

in the last weeks of your university, you've really felt empty without him and you actually missed him

there were times when you retracted your fingers from calling him since you didn't want to bother him

however, once you graduated, you've been thinking of what you wanted to do

the only answer that you've received was from your heart

and that is to be with changkyun

before you know it, you're already standing right in front changkyun's house with your luggage with you

the moment you pressed on the doorbell, you could hear the scrambling of feet and groans from almost falling down behind the door

the door flung open and you were greeted by haggard!changkyun's surprised eyes

"[y/n], w-what are you doing here?"

you didn't bother answering his question and went right in his house with your luggage

he just looks at you with a confused face before closing the door behind him

"what brings you here?"

"well, i missed you too changkyun."

"w-wait... you missed me?"

"yeah."

"you missed... me??? you missed a gangster... like me??"

"*rolls eyes* i don't care if you're a gangster or not changkyun, you're still the changkyun that...i missed."

"but... what's with the luggage? *looks at your big-ass luggage*"

"can i stay here?"

confused as ever, changkyun looks at you with a calm expression

but deep inside, his heart was beating like crazy that it felt like it was going to explode any moment soon

he starts to think about your question but his heart decides to do what it wants

"well, can you stay with me forever?"

surprised by his sudden action, he starts to panic when he sees you looking at him with mouth agape in surprise

"w-well... u-uhh.. w-what i meant w-was---"

"i would love to stay with you- no scratch that-- i would love to be with you forever, changkyun"

"be with me f-forever? does that mean that you.. like or love me?"

"well, do you?"

"i-i do, ever since i've met you--"

"well, i do too. i've loved you the moment i grew to know you despite the fact that you just took me in with just a little knowledge of who i am."

"r-really?"

"yeah... well, aren't you going to ask me? *teases him with a smile*"

"oh right! w-will you be my girlfriend and stay by my side no matter what happens, [y/n]?"

"i would love to and besides, i have to protect you from all those bad guys out there! *quickly places a kiss on his cheek*"

"*blushing* h-hey! it should be me who's going to protect you though. *pouting*"

"so much so a gang boss. i love you too, changkyun."

and that's how you ended up with gangster!Changkyun

[bamfcoyotetango]

Number 7, Chaleigh please. 😁

Oh gosh, this is so very late but the Muses ate the prompt and gave me this .

7. Fake Relationship AU

Hand In My Hand

Raleigh's in the middle of setting up the music for the piano when Hansen, their bartender for the night, cleared his throat behind Raleigh.

"You need help cutting the citrus?" He asked sympathetically.

All the bartenders hate citrus and Raleigh's pretty good with a knife.

The only problem was that Hansen didn't ask for help.

Like... Ever.

"Yeah, actually. I, err, I've been meanin' t' talk with you." Hansen relented, his broad shoulders slumping in a show of emotion Raleigh didn't expect.

"Oh?" Raleigh arranged the music and left the wide performance platform, careful to step over the wires the sound crew hid under the rich red carpet. "Any reason in particular?"

The other man handed over a knife, a cutting board and a bag of mixed citrus. "Look, I know I'm not... the most social."

Raleigh snorted at that, "No shit."

"Oi, fuck off yeah? I'm trying here." Hansen growled defensively before he sighed. "I've got a problem."

"... And you think I can fix it?" He countered dryly as he sliced the fruits into multi-colored discs. "I  know I'm the bar's handyman and all but uh, I normally don't fix people as a rule."

"Yes." The blunt honesty has Raleigh setting down his knife and turning to face Hansen. "Look, you're pretty enough that my Dad might be fooled inta thinkin' we're datin', alright? He knows I don't swing too often the other way and Mako's like my sister so I can't ask her an' the rest of the bartenders-"

Raleigh held up a hand and mulled it over, parsing out the basics of it in under two minutes. It wasn't exactly a secret that Raleigh appreciated multiple types of people. Hansen might've been a surly jerk but damn if he didn't fill out his bar polo shirt nicely. "You want me to date you... because your Dad is a hard ass?"

"Look, he's coming to visit in a few months an' he keeps a hairy eyeball on my social media, yeah? He knows when I'm not datin' and he gets all sad an' mopey like he didn't do a job 'n a half raising me. My old man wants to see me happy. So... are you in or what?" Hansen grumbled even as he rubbed at his nose.

Raleigh thought of his Maman, in remission, being overjoyed that her middle child finally found someone.

"I'll make you a deal," He allowed carefully, "if this is for your Dad, then it's also gotta be for my Maman. She's in remission and now she's tryin' to meddle in my love-life. You break her heart and I'll break your face. I'll pretend to date your ass for her sake if nothing else."

"What about...?"

Raleigh gritted his teeth and sucked in a calming breath. "Let's just say he's a bastard."

"... Oh. I guess we need to outline what's not okay to touch as a topic." Hansen pointed out.

"Yeah, might be a good idea." He admitted.

"For starters, don't ask about Mum and I won't ask about the rat bastard."

"Got it."

"By the way... M' name's Chuck." Chuck held out his hand and Raleigh shook it.

"Raleigh."

Chuck, for all of his asshole tendencies, was pretty decent with the whole dating thing.

Once Raleigh got past the scowl and the snark and the Alaskan-sized chip on his shoulder, that is.

He'd even bothered to ask Raleigh for his favorite flower (sunflowers) and had presented them with a scowl at the start of their next 'date'.

Somewhere along the way, dating Chuck had become less obligation and started to feel like... something Raleigh shouldn't enjoy as much as he did.

He shouldn't enjoy the under-the-breath quips that were so sarcastic that Raleigh actually cracked up laughing when he caught them.

He shouldn't sneak glances when Chuck closed his eyes and reveled in the wind coming off of the sea.

He shouldn't save a sunflower from each bouquet Chuck "remembered" to bring.

Raleigh spun a thick stem between his fingers and quietly admitted to himself that if he fell in love with Chuck, it might not be so bad.

It wasn't like the ginger bastard would ever return his feelings after all.

Raleigh was one of, it turned out, a lucky three people who had Chuck's phone number.

""So, Chuck hasn't called in and I have it on good authority that you're dating. I got the Kaidonovskies to cover his shift but could you do us all a huge favor and go check on him?"" Sergio asked. ""He's never done this before so I'm a little worried.""

"I'm on it, Serg. I'll let you know what's up, okay?" Raleigh hummed and then scrubbed a hand down his face as he texted Chuck.

  Raleigh: Where r u?

It took near five minutes for Chuck to respond, which was way longer than his usual five seconds.

  Chuck: m sick

  Chuck: don't come over

  Chuck: if I die u get my dog

He snorted, texting as he grabbed his jacket, his scarf and his washable surgical mask Mako had given him for his birthday.

  Raleigh: drama llama

Raleigh: Ur not gonna die

  Raleigh: I'm coming over

Chuck appeared to rouse at that.

  Chuck: NO

If Chuck thought he could out-stubborn Raleigh, he had another thing coming.

  Raleigh: YES

  Raleigh: I'm making you homemade soup

Raleigh: u giant wiener

Chuck didn't respond for several moments as if shocked that Raleigh would do something that nice.

Chuck: U need my address

  Chuck: Or did u expect to kno

  Chuck: where I live, u wanker

He did laugh at that, midway through testing a tomato with his fingers.

  Raleigh: I could ask Mako

  Raleigh: She'll provide the info

  Raleigh: with half the hassle that

  Raleigh: Ur giving me

  Raleigh: btw

  Raleigh: R u allergic to tomato?

His phone buzzed with the response as Raleigh finished grocery shopping.

  Chuck: no, not allergic to tomato

  Chuck: pick up some tissue

As though he sensed he was being a little rude, he followed it with another text.

  Chuck: ... pls?

Raleigh shook his head, flicked on his voice-to-text app and said, "Already on it period. Send."

Chuck sent the address and Raleigh pulled over into a gas station to input the address. He paused, contemplated labeling it 'U Grumpy Bastard' and then grinned at it occurred to him.

Chuck's address ended up as 'My Dumbass

An English bulldog sat in his way, Raleigh's arms aching as the grocery bags creaked.

"Uh, hi, pup. Could you do me a favor—"

"Max, get." Chuck rasped, poking his dog with his socked foot to let Raleigh into his apartment.

He toed off his boots out of habit and nudged them into a vaguely neat pile near the door.

Raleigh set all the bags down, found the trash can and the fridge and got to work.

By the time the tomato soup was bubbling on the stove, Chuck had been served eucalyptus tea, meds and tissues, in that order.

Raleigh absently texted Sergio as he watched his soup, keeping half an eye on a bemused and snuffling Chuck. He reigned in the urge to kiss the frown off of Chuck's face.

Chuck frowned and then wrote on the whiteboard Raleigh had brought from home.

'What? Do I have something in my face?'

"Nah. Just an old habit from when my sister was sick. She'd sneak off the couch and then get me sick cause she likes to cuddle when she's loopy on meds." He deflected as he poked at the soup.

The squeak of the marker was proceeded by Chuck gathering his blanket nest and sitting on the tall chair next to the counter.

'U have siblings?'

"Mm, two. Yancy's the oldest and Jazzy's the youngest. I'm the middle kiddo."

'Why tomato soup?'

"I'll have you know that Maman and my Mémé would skin me alive if I fed you anything else aside from this. It's supposed to be loaded with nutrients and good protein to help you get better." He countered with a raised brow.

'Meme??'

"French for Grandma. Maman is Mom." Raleigh explained. He pulled out the bacon, frowned and asked, "Where's your frying pan?"

'Under the stove.'

"... You don't cook, clearly, cause otherwise you'd know that that's the broiler, not a drawer. Also, these are really nice pans and it's a shame they don't get used more often." He talked mostly to himself but Chuck blew a raspberry from behind the covers. "It's true."

'Don't b rude. It's my space u know.'

"Supposed to be our space, remember? Shit, should I move in?" Raleigh asked and Chuck shook his head hard enough to negate that.

'NO.'

Chuck wrote quickly and then thrust it out as Raleigh patted the bacon to get the excess grease off.

'I'm already regretting asking u, alright? The last thing I need is to see u in ur undies. I bet u wear whities.'

"Hey! I wear boxer briefs, you jerk. Tightey-whities are soooo last season. Also, Jazz would murder me for that fashion crime. She's majoring in it and if I'm related to her, I'm gonna not cause her pain by dressing, and I quote, 'like a fisherman with no sense'. She's already tried to kill my sweaters, okay?" Raleigh grumbled as he dumped most of the bacon into the soup.

'Wait. Seriously?'

"Yeah, seriously."

'Ur jumpers r how I know it's u. No one else at the bar wears them like u do.' If Raleigh tilted it right, it might've been a compliment but Chuck didn't do those.

"Uhhhh, thanks, I think. Now, eat your soup and rest some more, alright?" Raleigh served up a decent bowl that would go down well with Chuck and reserved the rest of the soup in the pot, closing it with a lid. "Don't even think about ruining my soup by sticking it in the microwave. Heat it up on the stove on low." He looked at Max. "Do I need to take Max for a poop?"

'Probably. His lead's in the hall.'

Raleigh grabbed the red leash and Max was suddenly at his feet, butt wagging furiously.

He barely had room to tug on his boots.

"I'll be back! Finish that soup, Chuck!" The door closed with a clunk behind him. He laughed when Max tugged him down the street, barely giving him time to shrug on his jacket and wrap his scarf up the right way.

"Is that Max I hear?" Max boofed and somehow his butt wiggled even harder. "It is~" An older woman was sitting on the porch, her hands cradling a warm drink with a blanket in her lap. "Oh! You're not Chuck!"

"Ahh, no. He's sick," Raleigh mentioned with a shrug, his muscles straining as Max tugged on the leash in this woman's direction. "Max, pas maintenant*." He chided.

"You must be that friend of his."

"... Umm," Raleigh's face heated up as he thought about Chuck, who was probably miserably eating his soup and scrubbed at the back of his neck.

"Oh, I see. How long?" Her confidential tone made Raleigh want to combust from embarassment.

"Coupla months," he choked out, "Gotta go, ma'am, Max is, umm..."

"Go on. Chuck's got himself a keeper! You tell him Mrs. Gage said so, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Raleigh agreed as Max tugged on the leash again.

"Chuck, I swear to God that you've got the nosiest neighbors—" Raleigh froze at the sight of a man who could only be Chuck's Dad.

He let Max off the leash on autopilot after he closed the door, hanging it up like he'd seen it earlier. Raleigh kicked off his boots again and set them against the foyer frame, this time a great deal neater than they'd been before.

"You must be Raleigh," the man said as though he hadn't thrown their whole plan out of wack. "I'm Herc."

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." He let his manners take over, a smile on his face as he shook the offered hand. "Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee?"

'Dad doesn't do tea.' When the whiteboard popped up from the couch, it seemed Chuck had retreated back with his blanket nest.

"Mm, coffee then?" Raleigh hummed as Herc looked between them. "Milk? Creamer?"

"Creamer, if you don't mind."

He busied himself preparing two cups of coffee and then dug into the supplies he'd organized on the counter, muttering to himself in Korean as he read the instructions for the citron tea he'd brought over.

"Coffee 'n creamer for us, tea for Chuck. Don't make that face. It's gonna feel nice and it's yuzu, vaguely lemony with honey." He sat next to Chuck, reaching to adjust the blankets and handing over the tea.

'Ur gonna get sick.'

"Mmm, yeah, probably. Do I look like I mind?" Raleigh pointed out as he gently pecked Chuck on the lips. Chuck grumbled wordlessly but snuggled closer as he drank his tea. He made a noise of surprise at the taste and looked at Raleigh with a wordless question. "So-Yi suggested it when I dropped by the bar. Y'know, half of them thought you got in a fight or dropped off the face of the planet. Being sick never even occurred to them."

'Liar.'

"No, that's what you get when literally three people have your number, you dumbass." He bickered back, looking up when a muffled laugh brought him back to their current situation.

Right.

Chuck's Dad.

"Y'know, I almost didn't believe my son when he said he was dating someone. He works hard and doesn't remember to leave time for himself but I can see he's in good hands with you." The pride Herc had for his son was clear in nearly every word he spoke.

"Yeah, well I could've said the same a while back. Chuck's sweet under like, fifteen layers of asshole, but you gotta have enough patience for the layers." Raleigh ribbed Chuck gently, letting himself touch instead of shying away from Chuck. They had to make this convincing—At least that was how he justified it to himself. "Mmm, you've got a fever." He told Chuck as he brushed the damp ginger hair away from Chuck's forehead.

'No shit, u wanker. What r u doing?'

Raleigh leaned in close and whispered his answer, "I'm being your boyfriend, hell practically the perfect one. The least your dumbass could do is play along, right?"

Chuck huffed at that and leaned into the casual touch. 'whatever. R we still doing that ice thing?'

"Like I'm gonna miss the chance to see you fall on your ass?" Raleigh teased. "We'll just have to reschedule for when you're better."

"I'll leave you two to be cutesy." Herc chuckled and Raleigh nearly face palmed.

They were totally—"Oh God, I'm the worst host-"

'Sorry Dad.'

"Don't be sorry. You two remind me of a better time." Herc only smiled at them and let himself out, nudging Max away from the door with his foot out of years of practice.

Raleigh practically turned the air blue with French curses before he sighed. "At least your Dad's convinced?"

"Why'd you kiss me?" Chuck's voice, as raspy as it was, caught his attention immediately.

"We're supposed to be dating. If I really was your boyfriend, I wouldn't let a cold keep me from kissing you. You were just so adorably grumpy," Raleigh replied before he caught what came out of his mouth. "I-I mean, I've gone and done it with my other relationships, y'know, so I thought you wouldn't mind—"

"Raleigh." Chuck's gaze cut off his voice faster than anything else. "Did you call me adorably grumpy?"

"No," he denied it quickly, valiantly trying to ignore how his face felt like it was on fire.

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

"Raleigh, I-"

"I think I might be in love with you." He blurted and then slapped both of his hands over his mouth in shock.

Oh he was so screwed; Chuck was going to break off their agreement, break up with him even though they weren't really dating and why did that thought hurt so much?

Raleigh made to stand, one foot planted on the floor when Chuck's hand shot out and grabbed the front of his sweater.

"I thought it was hopeless," Chuck coughed before he continued hoarsely. "that there was no way in a million years that sunshine personified would ever like me enough, but you said... You said you're in love with me."

Huh. Weren't they a match made in heaven; oblivious as hell until one of them confessed.

Raleigh settled back into the blankets and whispered, "'Sunshine personified'? Really?"

"Don't you start, Rahleigh."

"Well, since we're actually dating, there is a way to shut me up."

He was going to regret it later, he knew, but the feel of Chuck's tongue in his mouth over-rode the resignation of being sick right along with his boyfriend.

Mako only laughed when Raleigh whined about being sick.

[melodicminho]

bts react ෴ s/o gets hurt

anon asked: could you do bts reaction when there gf is practcing with them and memebers for fun and she broke her (arm, hand, finger or leg) if thats okay with you

im an #asshole for not getting to this sooner. i might change this up a little bc breaking a bone is smth ive never experienced and it might seem a little unrealistic

+ im going to write the next few reactions with bullets and probably in crack form bc im totally lacking in writing spirit bc of school, work and sports and also i haven’t had any fu n in a while so HERE WE GO

⁂ seokjin:

he saw you on the floor clutching your ankle, and immediately he’s on the floor with you, replacing your hands with his to see if it’s swollen

he cried a little inside cause u hurt ur pretty ankle

“i told you it was a bad idea!” he’d say with a frown, thumbing over your ankle bone as jimin came back with an ice pack

“it seemed fun when i was watching” you had grumbled

and jin was like ))): aw honey

he kinda forced the boys to pamper you a little more than usual once you got your injury wrapped

EG: one of the members helping you elevate your foot, changing the ice pack when in need for a new one, aiding you in walking when your crutches are far away

of course jin would do his part

feeding you food, wrapping you up in a blanket, carrying you around on his back

he vowed that spraining ur ankle would never happen ever again since u told him it hurt like a bitch

“the only dance you’ll be doing from now on is the one you’ll be practicing for our wedding”

[ im cringing thts so cheseys AAAAAA ]

⁂ namjoon:

ok but

kind of expected you to get hurt when you said “im gonna try that twirling kick shin hyesung did in shinhwa’s perfect man choreo!”

did not approve when taehyung and jungkook spurred you on by saying “you can do it!!!!”

winced when u nearly succeeded but still failed, landing on your front with a brutal ‘snap’

your hearing kind of got fuzzy after that bc the pain in your arm was unbearable, but sorta numb ?

but you still (barely) heard hoseok’s shouts of terror as you felt someone’s hands on your shoulders

“ 자기!” namjoon said urgently as he tried snapping his fingers in front of your face

yoongi would be calling the ambulance as your boyfriend tried to keep you awake as they waited for help to arrive

with a frown, he would scold you after you got your cast on

even scolded u on ur cast in neat writing

“i’m relieved it wasn’t something even worse like a terrible concussion” he’d say while petting your hair

⁂ yoongi:

wasn’t there when it happened

probably in the studio while a few of the other members let you hang out with them in the choreo room

was ?? when he saw tht jungkook was calling him

“thought you guys were practicing?”

“um yeah haha funn y story but um ur s/o is kind of on the floor and they’re huR t pls help 형”

yoongi:

“WHERE IS SHE” he says once he reaches the dancing studio

feels bad for not being there for u the moment you got hurt </3

holds the ice pack for u once hoseok searches up what to do with a pulled muscle

pats your shoulder affectionately when you thank him

smiles bashfully

but still feels bad bc he wasn’t there to immediately come to your aid /:

⁂ hoseok:

no doubt panicked

for fucks sake you twisted your ANKLE

how the fuck did it happen in the first place??!? he asks himself

ngl but twisted ankles look disgusting he was screaming on the inside when he had to look at your injury

barely did anything when it came to actually helping you bc he was so shocked

taehyung had to call an ambulance for him lols he couldn’t move

“babe, im fine” you reassured with a grimace

WHICH

hoseok was like

“u fucking liar”

“how did u even manage doing that just by dancing?? CARE TO EXPLAI N HONEY”

“i got carried away ig, geez ,,,,,” you’d respond with and hoseok would FLIP

“i’m not letting you dance anymore sry it’s the rules”

“now lets take care of that ankle of yours so that i can teach you smth like the waltz next time /: “

HHGGGNNSNN

⁂ taehyung:

might be one of the calmest when it came to dealing with your injury

even though on the inside he was a MESS

“ 내 사랑, how are you feeling? are your legs still not doing great?” he’d ask with worry lines on his forehead

he knew how bad your lower limbs’ condition was, and still letting you join their dance practice might have been a bad idea

“i’m fine, taehyung,” you’d say with a fond smile, “it’s normal for me to feel like this; i don’t think it’s a big deal.”

this makes him frown even more bc ?? wdym u don’t think it’s a big deal ?? you can seriously hurt yourself !!!

“for the next few days and maybe even weeks, i wont let you use your legs!! free piggyback rides forever.” he says with a proud smile, wagging his finger at you when you try to protest

the boys give you a pat on the head as your boyfriend begins to massage your legs so that they don’t ache and feel sore now and later

the others suggest that you listen to taehyung and with a sigh, you nod

“thank you for taking care of me, hun.” with a smile, you blew him a kiss in which he responds with a smooch to your knee

“it’s what being a boyfriend is for!”

⁂ jimin:

kinda wailed when you tripped over yourself and fell face first onto the floor

RAN TO YOU AS FAST AS LIGHTNING

“i told you the choreography was too hard to do!! see, look! you hurt yourself!” it sounded like he was whining n that amused u a lot how cute

once you got up from the floor, jungkook looked at u; wincing

he motioned to his nose and mouth area as he tried to speak

“u’ve got a little ,, um ... “

curiously, jimin turned his head to look at you and when he did

omg

“ 피! oHGDO”

blood was slowly gushing out of ur nose

and ur lip was split

how did you not notice this before omg?? wow

“jimin, calm down, we just need to clean her face up and do some bandaging and plugging.”

“i should get an ice pack for her nose !!” bolted out of there

kind of let jin take care of you bc he was a little worried he himself would hurt you more

jin let him put a cute bandage on ur cut lip!!

kissed it to make it feel better too <333

also pinched ur nose for you and put the ice pack on the back of your neck !!!

“no more dancing for you okay!!!”

⁂ jungkook:

totally didn’t expect u to injure ur toes but hey!! u did it

very impressed tbh

“who knew such a thing could happen??”

“ok but for real, are u okay, babe”

stood there for a bit with you wondering what to do

“maybe we should bring her to the ER, bro ...”

he snapped his fingers in agreement and smiled at yoongi

“형! you’re brilliant!” 

put fuzzy slippers on your feet instead of your shoes just in case you felt uncomfortable or in pain bc of them!!

carried you to the group’s minivan bc he will not let u hurt urself even MORE what a sin

held u in his lap on the ride to the hospital ( albeit shyly ) bc he was worried that if your feet touch the floor it would make your toes ouch /:

“i don’t think it’s safe for you to dance for now” he said seriously, watching as the doctor examined your feet to see how minor or major your injury was

with a frown, you nodded in agreement “you’re right, you’re right”

he gave you a smile though and squeezed your hand “i’ll try to think of others ways to have fun without using your feet!”

</3 how precious what a babe

[smilexcaptainx]

Bucky Barnes Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: in love with your writing, please write a Bucky Barnes imagine where you have a one night stand with him. and so the morning comes and you run off thinking that you'd never see him again. and than you recieve a letter from Tony Stark (who is ur best friend) and so he invites you to a party, and you obviously accept. but you didn't know that Bucky knew Tony and when you arrive at the party, you see Bucky as well. you overhear him and he says he misses you and u miss him 2. fluff plz??? thx sm!! 

A/N: thank you nonny! i’m glad you like my writing <3

Warning: None

Your eyes opened ever so gently and you staired at the blank ceiling. You turn your head a little bit and saw Bucky lying next to you with his eyes shut peacefully. He seemed to comfortable to wake, so you decided to do what you did with the other men that you’ve slept with. As you silently stand up, you get a bit light headed from standing up to fast, but you regained your consciousness. After you stood up, you got your clothes and slipped them back onto your body. 

You grab your cap and put it on your head, you fix it so it was on tight and sturdy. You glance at Bucky one last time, after that one look, you were out the door, leaving Bucky just like you’ve left the others.

Confused and Unsatisfied.

You had your arms wrapped around your body, shivers were constantly coming down your spine. You had to leave Bucky because you had other places to be, different people to meet. You were a player, guys got one glance of you and they instantly fell in love with you. That's how Bucky was anyways, you were at a bar and Bucky spotted you. He went over to come and talk with you, and ever since that chat, you two hit it off right away.

He took you to his place and into his bedroom.. You know what happened after. The thing was, you've had lots of one night stands with lots of different guys, but Bucky was different. Ever single guy you've hooked up with was a, 'hey there' 'you're cute' 'wanna do this?' 'lets do it'

You didn't really get attached to them, but Bucky was different, he was.. Unique. He actually did steal your heart, as for the rest of the guys, they only wanted you for your looks. But Bucky pretty much put you to sleep with compliments, he seemed like a sweetheart, but you had to leave. As you thought of all of the reasons of how amazing Bucky was, it made you feel a little bit bad. But you've already experienced heart break, and you didn't want to feel it ever again.

You finally get home and you enter your house, as you enter you smell the amazing smell of the cookies you baked before you went off with Bucky. That smell reminded you that there was still leftover in the fridge. You make your way to the fridge and open it, the cookies were still lying there, longing to be eaten. You take the cookies out and place it on the counter. As you picked one up, a knock comes to your door and your head snaps towards the door.

You sigh and throw the cookie back down onto the plate, you shuffle your way to the door and open it. As you opened it, nobody was there but there was an envelope on the floor. You bend down and pick it up, you enter your house again and close the door. You look at the envelope and rip it open with your fingernail, you take out the letter and you started to scan the words.

''Tony Stark.. Blah blah blah... Party blah blah blah.. Tonight at 8PM.. Hmm.. Okay.'' you nodded your head in agreement.

You threw the letter on the floor and smiled, Tony Stark was one of your best friends, you've known him for so long. But you haven't talk in a long time because of your traveling to meet new people, and do new things. As you thought of the party, you realized that you could actually meet new people there. You looked at your watch, you still had like a full day ahead of you.. Seemed like it was time to shop for your party dress.

***

After a few hours of shopping, you finally found the most perfect dress, you still had a long time away from the party. But you decided to find the perfect accessories to go with your dress as well. Although it took about forever to find the most perfect outfit for the party, you finally found the right one. And it was right in time as well, an hour until the party. You put on your dress and all of your accessories that you chose out, you looked at yourself in the mirror, you loved it.

''If I could date myself, I totally would.'' you smile at yourself.

You flip your hair and strut your way to your car, as you climb in the car, you were now off to the party.

***

You arrived at Tony's place and knocked on his door, you stood there in silence as you waited for someone to open the door. There were bunches of cars parked out of his place, some on his lawn, others were spread out everwhere else. The door finally opens and it revealed your long distance best friend, Tony Stark.

''Y/N!!'' tony exclaims, pulling you into a hug.

You hug him and he kisses you on both cheeks, like the snobby, rich man he was. He held your hand and leaded you inside of his place, you saw that his place was already filled with bunches of people. As you looked around, it seemed as if the whole room just froze, you saw the most perfect man standing right there. It felt like everybody made a perfect pathway just for you to walk through to get to that one man. Blonde hair, blue eyes, rocking body, he was perfect for another one night stand.

It was now time for you to go in and reel him in. You pushed through the crowd, some people wanted to talk to you, but you told them you were busy. As you finally pushed through everybody, you reached him and he was talking with another girl. You sighed and turned your sexy self on, you went up to the girl and pushed her aside, making you completely visible to the man. He didn't even care that you pushed that girl and bit his lip, he smiled and looked at you up and down.

''Steve Rogers. You?'' he smiles, putting his hand out.

You shake it and introduce yourself as well, as you shook it, Tony's doorbell rang through the whole building. You were a little startled but you looked at the door, Tony opened it and you looked over some people to see who it was. Maybe it was the pizza man delivering pizza, but as you looked over the heads, you saw who it was. And you didn't like who it was.

''Bucky?!'' you bursted out, completely stunned at his appearance.

Luckily, nobody heard your outburst that you did, but Steve heard it and he was confused on your outburst.

''You know Bucky?'' steve smiles, making you turn around.

''Um.. Let's say.. Um, yeah. I do.'' you say, getting nervous.

You turn back around seeing Bucky hugging Tony and you saw the sweet Bucky you saw last night. As you continued to watch, Bucky suddenly makes eye contact with you and that made your eyes go wide. Bucky's eyebrow lifted up and he pushed Tony to the side, he started coming your way.

''Crap!'' you shout, turning around.

You knew it was going to take a few moments for Bucky to get to where you were because there was so many people. As you turned around, you were looking around desperately wanting to hide somewhere. You finally found a table to hide underneath, but it was the table of where all the food and punch was. You didn't care at the moment and dove underneath the table, Steve didn't even notice where you went and so he thought you just left. As you made it all the way underneath the table, the cloth wasn't long enough to touch the ground.

You scooted back so you weren't visible any longer, as you pulled your knees close you stared at the floor. Two shadows come over and you see four feet at the table, you recognized those feet, they were Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers feet.

''Steve, who was the girl you were with? What was her name?'' bucky asks, making you gulp nervously.

''Oh um.. I don't know where she went.. She like.. Disappeared off somewhere.'' steve shrugged, looking around.

''I didn't ask where she went, I'm asking if you knew what her name was.'' bucky corrects.

''Oh! I.. I actually can't.. Remember.'' steve scratches his head.

You let out a big sigh of relief, that was a huge weight off of your shoulders.

''Why?'' steve asks.

''I don't know, she just looked like a girl I had a one night stand with last night.. I guess I was just having hallucinations.. I mean.. I've had lots of one night stands, but it seemed different. I really felt like she was the one, you know? I don't usually have connections with my one night stands, but Y/N.. Like wow... She was really something.'' bucky shrugs, taking a sip of the punch.

''Well.. You'll find her again one day bud.'' steve smiles, patting Bucky on the back.

Bucky chuckles and walks off with Steve next to you him, you continued to sit underneath the table and just wait until the party ended. After the party ended, you were out underneath the table, Tony removes the table and saw you asleep on the floor. He decided to just put a blanket over you and let you sleep at his place. Little did you know, Bucky was also staying a night at Tony's place and saw you lying on the floor. He thought you would need someone to sleep next to, so he took that spot.

So the next morning, you had Bucky next to you again, soft asleep just like before. Expect this time, you weren't going anywhere.

The End

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