...wow what was their sister's name again

EXO Reaction ~ Your Younger Sister Flirts With Them

Request: Heiii I love this blog so much 💜
Can I request EXO reaction when their s/o’s younger sister (2-3 years younger) tries to flirt with themThank You xx

A/N: I changed this up from my usual and just put what they would basically say.


Originally posted by blondejongin

I’m sorry, but I’m already in love with your sister… I might have a single friend your age though?


Originally posted by lululovesky

*Visualize your sister as Sehun* Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?!


Originally posted by minxiuseok

I’m sorry but I only treat your sister like a princess and my pet in bed, sweetheart#xiudaddy


Originally posted by parkchny

Yeah, No… Goodbye whatever your name was again…


Originally posted by ethereal-baek

This must be really embarrassing for you, I’m sorry… Sehun is single though.” 


Originally posted by salty-elbow

“I’ll just have the wedding planner sit you next to Yixing, Jongdae and Sehun on mine on y/n’s wedding day then…”


Originally posted by bemineinseoul

Do I look easy to you? What disgust… No one owns Junmoney but y/n


Originally posted by lil-duckling

Wow, your flirting skills are as disgusting as your fashion sense and your respect towards your sister…


Originally posted by wooyoung

“What the~ Get it away from me… y/n get the disgust off my legs please!”


Originally posted by parkchny



Originally posted by v-dyo

I could say that I’ve committed unnamed and numerous plotted crimes before but if you touch or flirt with me again knowingly that your very beautiful sister is dating me… I will surrender you to North Korea.” 


Originally posted by pkjmnie

Can you tell your sister that I’m in the mood for a good rough sex session from her and not her younger sister please? I think she’s in the kitchen. Thanks y/s/n

Wow I can’t wait until Jughead trusts Betty again and F.P. is cleared of all charges and Jughead can tell him he knew he was innocent and he can move back in with with him and Gladys (Neve Campbell) and his little sister come back and Jughead and Jellybean go pick out a puppy and name him Hot Dog and Jughead and Betty kiss and have a family dinner at the Jones’ how great is life.

Baby Sister

(requested by @littlewitchofmf )

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 857
summary : Reader is Kai’s little sister , also a siphoner. She is about 4-5 years old when Kai gets send in the Prison World and 18 years later they reunite.
note : the request is too long for one part , so there will be another part … i’ll try and get it up in the next few days.
*not my gif

May 9th 1994

Kai walked to Y/N’s room which was 2 rooms away from his bedroom. He knocked twice on the door making sure he wouldn’t scare her and pushed the door open. Y/N had curled up on her bed cuddling her favourite stuffed toy , a teddy bear he had gotten for her.
“Hey Y/N.” he said smiling , carefully closing the door. “How is my favourite baby sister ?”
Kai sat on her bed and Y/N instantly moved towards him until he wrapped his arms around her. In his entire family there was only one person he liked and cared about and that was her. A few months ago their father had figured out Y/N was a siphoner like him and his attitude towards her had changed. Y/N wasn’t daddy’s little girl anymore , she was the other abomination. Weirdly this made Kai love Y/N even more. Out of all his siblings , she was always the quiet one , the one who liked him since the moment they brought her from the hospitals nearly 4 years ago and the one he inexplicably he felt strong connection to. He didn’t know if that was because she was a siphoner like him or because she always seemed to want to be around him. Kai would sneak into her bedroom at night and cuddle her or tell her bed time stories or bring her chocolate cupcakes - her favourite , all just to see her smile. Tonight however was different.
“Sleepy.” replied Y/N with a smile. Kai smiled back at her. “Will you tell me a bed time story?”
“Of course. Which one do you want to hear tonight ? Sleeping beauty or the one about the three pigs and the big bad wolf?”
“Sleeping beauty..” she mumbled.
“Okay sweet cheeks.” said Kai , tucking her back in bed with her teddy bear. Y/N held onto the stuffed animal as if her life depended on it. He sat on the bed , brushing his fingers against her cheek. “Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl named Y/N. She was born in a magic castle where she lived with her big brother. The little princess was his entire world and would do anything to protect her because he loved her above all else. A few days after her birth the entire kingdom came to meet the beautiful baby girl. So came the three fairies to bless the princess - one of them blessed her with beauty like no other , the other gave her a kind heart but just as the third one was about to bless the little blue eyed girl curled up in her cod , an evil sorcerer showed up cursing her to prick her finger on a spindle at her 16th birthday and fall asleep for  a 100 years - ”
“That’s not the story.” the little girl laughed.
“Sure it is.” said Kai winking at her. Y/N reached her little hand for Kai’s , wrapping her fingers around his and yawned sleepily. “Y/N ? Promise me whatever happens tonight , no matter what you hear that you will stay in this room until I come get you.” he said suddenly serious.
“Pinky swear ?” said Kai holding out his pinky until she held onto it with hers. “That’s my girl.”  he smiled and leaned in kissing her forehead gently. “I promise I’ll come get you … ”

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Take Care - Pt. 1

Description: After your sister passes, nothing is the same in your house, your father becomes so much more protective and when you finally turn 18 he has you pack all your things and move to Seoul, South Korea with him and his extremely illegal job that he happens to dominate. However, moving comes with way more benefits than you imagined.

  • A/n: Saw this in a dream and I felt like the writer gods spoke to me and here it is..im envisioning like 5 chapters not sure yet but enjoy and re blog if you liked it :)
  • Genre: angst, fluff, I think this is the only chapter there’s gonna be without smut omg I’m so nasty
  • Word Count: 5,250

The drive in the back of the car that day was the loneliest and most silent one yet, mostly because she wasn’t there with you. You could never forget anything that happened that day, your dad called it “formally saying goodbye” but truthfully, it never felt like you said hello. Your conversations were full of, “I’ll be back in the morning” and “shh, don’t tell anyone” and then she’d disappear through your window. She had a window in her room once, but then one of the security guards found out she was sneaking out, informed your father, and he got it sealed. The funny thing about it is while you stood in the semi circle of people dressed in black, clenching fists full of dirt awaiting the utter of “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”, you couldn’t cry, you felt nothing for her, because what’s a loss if you never had it in the first place, besides, you were 10, you only cried when your pets died or if you broke a crayon while coloring too hard.

You sat around the dining table built for 16 but accompanying two. Your father sat at the head with you facing him a good distance away at the opposite end.

“Mimi isn’t doing a good job at cleaning,” Your statement echoed in the large dining room and earned a look up from your father.

“And why do you think that?” His voice was raspy and you never spoke to him enough to get used to it.

You pulled two fingers along the table and lifted them to inspect the remains of the white powder your father’s workers were filling bags with the other night. “Coke,” you said to yourself, but of course, he heard, he hears everything.

He let out a soft chuckle and folded his arms across his chest, “Well I’m going to have to have a talk with Mimi,” He stared at you and furrowed his brows before chuckling again, “You look more like your mother than Bella did,”

Your heart raced at the mention of your mother and sister in the same sentence. You never met your mother. She got sent away when you were a new born and when Bella was eight. Yes, sent away. You see, there are drug dealers, and then there’s your dad. He wasn’t only the boss of his pack, he was the boss of all the packs in California and being the leader of such a big pack definitely attracted hunters. He was in love with your mother, so in love that she became his weakness and the hunters’ main target. When she was pregnant with you, word got around and while innocently coming from the grocery store; her car was slammed into by two vans on either side. Unfortunately you’d have to do some more eavesdropping to fill the gap between the car accident and her forced departure to base 2, because asking direct questions is exactly what got your sister killed.

“Will I ever meet her? Will I ever even be able to come out of this god damn house!!” you slammed your hand down on the table allowing the rush of emotions to get the better of you. Your father didn’t even flinch.

“Of course you’ll be coming out of this god damn house,” He said in his calmest tone completely ignoring your first concern, “We’re moving to base 2,”

He pushed himself backwards in his chair from the table and the sound of his intention to get up had Mimi rushing around the corner to come take up the dinner plates.

“What?” you barely managed to get the words out while you still tried to register what he said, “Why are we moving?”

“They’ve been trying to reach me for years, from before I met Lila,” He stopped suddenly mid sentence when he realized what he did, he said her name, you knew her name now, Lila. As if he was hoping you’d ignore it, which you did, he continued his explanation, “I’ve given them too many ways to tear me down, not one, but three. They tried one too many times to kill your mother, so I sent her away, and they succeeded with your sister. I will not let them take you away from me too,”

“Wow,” you smiled devilishly and folded your arms across your chest, mocking his positioning.

“What?” He questioned furrowing his brows yet again.

“I didn’t know you had time on your hands to care,”

“Why would you think I don’t?” He slightly raised his voice which only made your blood boil more.

“Because you don’t. I was a mistake, neither I nor Bella was planned but we came. You’re not mad they killed her because she was too inquisitive, who knows? Maybe you set that up yourself –

“Shut the fuck up!” He stood from his seat and shook the table so hard that it connected with your chest but you still kept talking.

“You lock me up in here all day and every day so you don’t have to worry about me getting exposed to whatever the fuck is going on here but guess what dad? I know! I fucking know! You’re Los Angeles’ own Pablo Escobar and a complete recreation of the devil himself! The guys hunting you aren’t bad people! You’re the bad guy and I’m in your fucking trap!” You pushed yourself away from the table and briskly walked towards the door connecting the dining room to the hall. “And I’m not going to base 2,”

He grabbed your arm so fast and firm that you winced loudly at the pain, “Since you’re so aware of what goes on around here,” he growled lowly, “You should know that no one but me has a say in anything,”

“Ah let her go Dom, can’t you see she’s internally screaming?” The orders of the only man that could calm your father down had him obeying quickly.

“Kim Seok Jun, my Asian fairy god brother,” Your father’s frown turned upside down in a matter of seconds when seeing his best friend and right hand man walk through the door.

“Dominique whatever the fuck your last name is, my black pain in the ass,” They greeted each other with a short manly hug.

You had never felt so unwanted in a room in your own house before. You stepped back with the intention to eventually leave the room quietly but Jun addressed you unexpectedly, “Pack a lot of winter clothes, it’s usually cold around these times in Seoul,”

Seoul? As in South fucking Korea? That’s where base 2 is? Makes sense, it’s literally across the world in an entirely different hemisphere with a language and people so far from English that if you went out into the street and screamed “Hey everyone! I sell drugs and keep my daughter hostage and kill people all while wearing a suit!” they’d think you were advertising food.

“I don’t have any winter clothes; I’m a black girl in L. A,” You sassed.

“Well then grab your stuff, we’re going shopping,”

You weren’t right about a lot of things, and that was hard to admit to yourself, but you knew for a fact you were right about this: You were the only eighteen year old in the entire west coast that had never been to a mall.

“You like pink?” Jun asked while holding the thick fur coat against your skin and putting a black coat on the opposite side, “I like the pink,”

You smiled a bit at the way he was trying to bring out his inner “fashionista” and nodded in agreement with his choice. “Can’t I just get both?” You joked but he still put the two coats in the cart adding them to the pile of things you had picked up before and headed toward the cashier.

“Anything else you want to get? Shoes maybe? Oh look,” He reached behind you and took something from off the shelf, “A beanie, that’s what they call it right?”

“You’re such an elder,” you both burst out with laughter at the joke that wasn’t that funny, but well needed for you both.

It felt good to be outside with Jun again. After Bella died, your visits to amusement parks and movies and the annual circus all stopped and it wasn’t until eight years after that you realized you genuinely missed him. He was everything your father was too busy to be, well he didn’t read your bed time stories and tuck you in, Mimi did that, but he taught you to ride a bike and warned you about boys and taught you to “never settle for being the bitch on the side lines cause you got you a boss face like your papa”.

It wasn’t long before you had cashed everything and headed out the mall and back home. The drive was as silent as expected, you didn’t drive out very often so you decided to take in everything out the window rather than engage in a conversation.

When you got back to the house a few cars were parked up front facing out and your father standing between the two in the middle. He was talking to a tall man dressed in a full black suit with a face that was highly recognizable, “Hey isn’t that the bodyguard?” You pointed to the man so Jun could see exactly who you were talking about.

He squinted his eyes and looked in his direction all while trying to properly align the car in the driveway, “Oh yeah, well, not after today,”

“What do you mean?”

“New base, new staff princess,” He let out a long sigh and opened the car door to step out. You followed behind.

“What do you mean new staff? You’re leaving? Everyone is leaving? Why would –

“Princess, calm down, I’m not leaving, besides,” He took the large shopping bags from the back seat and slammed the door shut with his back, “I’m not staff, I’m your dad’s best friend plus my family is in Korea, I’d be going home anyway,”

You both walked pass the horizontal line of cars that began to disappear one by one from the driveway and went into the house. “You’re family? You’ve been with our family ever since I was a baby, I didn’t think,” You stopped yourself from completing the sentence realizing that reminding him that he’d been absent from his family might be offensive, but he just chuckled.

“I’m not here all year round you know, we see each other,”

Mimi hurriedly walked downstairs with two large suitcases in her hands evidently empty judging by the way she effortlessly carried them.

“Toothbrush, makeup, lady stuff, nail polish, pretty face things and things for your curly curly hair,” Mimi handed you the first suitcase with a smile decorating her cute wrinkled face.

Wait, Mimi was staff, that meant – but she’s been here for so long wouldn’t she be considered family?

You took the suitcase from her and put it beside you but frowned deeply when you saw her demeanor change, “I’ll miss you bumbum,” She brought you in for a tight hug before you had a chance to respond, “If you ever need anything, you know where to find me,” She whispered before releasing you, nodding at Jun and walking through the front door leaving the other suitcase behind.

A large lump grew in your throat and tears stung your eyes threatening to fall from the glistening balls.

“Hey,” Jun caught your attention with his obvious attempt to change your mood, “Mimi is irreplaceable, we can’t deny that,” He lifted the bags of clothes and filled the once empty suitcase and started to close it up, “But you can’t make her departure get you so down bumbum,” You laughed at his attempt to mock Mimi and wiped away the small, stubborn tears with the back of your hand.

Jun lifted the suitcase from the floor and motioned you to go through the door, “Hold on, we’re leaving today?” You hesitated to move and stared at Jun in complete disbelief.

“Yes, yes now go, you look fine, come on,” You both quickly moved off towards the door, Jun in front of you, but you stopped for a brief second to look at yourself in the standing mirror near to the door.

You had on faded blue jeans, (one of the few pairs that weren’t distressed or cut short), an oversized plain white sweater a little under your mid thigh and black combat boots. You actually did look okay with, as usual, the exception of your hair. You quickly caught it all up in a half bun, cursed the two curls that fell out at the back and ran through the door to meet back up with your dad that was now standing beside one car with the back door open and waiting for you.

“Hop in, we’re already late,” He got in himself after making sure you were secure in the back and Jun had put your suitcases in the trunk.

It was bound to be a long trip. If you had learnt anything from the many private tutors your father hired to home school you, it was geography and South Korea was days away.

“So are we gonna live in like the heart of the city or like Busan?” You broke the silence as soon as the car drove off.

“Well your dad and I will be in Incheon, it’s just outside of Seoul,” Jun looked over his shoulder for a small second to address you then smiled to our Dad, “You’ll be staying in a penthouse in the city,”

Your eyes lit up at what Jun had just said, there had to be a catch because if you had known what came in the ‘base 2 package’ you would have opted to move years ago, “I’ll be living alone? Like by myself?” You scooted over closer to your father and held on to his shoulder like a toddler, “Like the adult I am?” Both you and Jun laughed but your father answered you sternly,

“You’ll be accompanied by a bodyguard whenever you’re to carry out any daily activities and he will be required to spend the night just to make sure no one comes in on you,”

You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed growl, “I’m not gonna live with some old stranger,”

“He’s not much older than you, he’s 22 this year and hardly a stranger,” Jun added

“You two know each other?”

Jun and your dad chuckled lightly at your question before Jun decided to answer, “Yes, in fact we’re very close, I don’t think you’ve ever met him though,”


“Taehyung, my son”

The drive to the private terminal was long and the flight was even longer. All three of you suffered from jetlag, horrible, unforgivable jetlag. Jun had driven you to the penthouse which, to no surprise, was already decorated with expensive furniture that was grey, black or white but the most satisfying aspect was that the fridge, the grey fridge, was packed with western food.

After losing the battle with yourself to sleep instead of unpack, you allowed the grilled cheese sandwich and half glass of orange juice to knock you out on the couch, the grey couch.

You didn’t dream, ever, so the ringing of the doorbell had to be real. You grunted at the sound and placed a cushion over your head.

The door bell rang again, this time loud enough to annoy you to consciousness. You had fallen asleep on the couch with half your body hanging off and your head nestled in the crease of your elbow which was as uncomfortable as it sounded. You struggled to lift your sore self from your position and practically dragged your feet to the other end of the penthouse to answer the door. It was quite a long walk from the living room to the main door and you couldn’t fathom why they had to put you in such a big ass place.

The bell rang again twice on your journey to the front door and you yanked it hard stopping your visitor mid knock, “Yes?” You failed at your attempt to sound stern and your ‘yes’ came out in a squeak instead of a shout.

The gentleman standing there let a small chuckle slip out and quickly covered his mouth when he realized what he did, “Sorry about that, it’s just, sorry,” His voice was deep like your father’s but definitely not as raspy, his was soothing.

He slowly let his hand fall from his mouth and his perfect fingers lingered a little too long on his perfect set of lips before resting at his side. He had short blonde hair that fell a little in his face but still allowed you to see past it and basically lose yourself in his dark brown eyes. He wasn’t exactly tall but taller than you, much taller than you.

“uh – miss?” He waved his hands in front your face to snap you out of your gaze and you blushed in embarrassment.

“Sorry, um, I wasn’t expecting anyone, who are you?” You furrowed your brows when he smiled at your question.

“You weren’t expecting me? So neither my dad nor yours told you I was coming?”

“Hold on, you’re Taehyung? You’re the bodyguard?” You couldn’t get proper sentences out because you hadn’t fully taken in the beauty of the person standing before you.

“You sound disappointed,” He did his little box smile again and sunk his hands deeper into his pockets rocking back and forth like an impatient child. You couldn’t help but laugh at his action.

“I’m not disappointed I’m just…surprised I guess,” You opened the door with a smile wide enough to suggest to him that he was welcomed to come in, and he stepped towards you but not past you just yet.

Taehyung towered over you and stared down at your face before speaking. He inspected all the small details of your face including the little crease on your cheek he suspected got there because you just woke up. He was used to seeing Korean women with the usual pale skin, straight hair and almost always the same body type, nothing like you. He lifted his hand to pull down on one of your curls and watch it bounce back up and smiled at you in amusement.

“Well I’m happy to hear you’re not disappointed, but why are you surprised?” He whispered loud enough for you to hear.

You parted your lips to respond but you genuinely didn’t know what to say, you wanted to tell him you didn’t expect him to look let alone sound this attractive but he wasn’t some stranger you met in a store, he now worked for you, well, for your father. Either way, whatever you had in mind was not going to happen.

You closed the door behind him as he stepped into the penthouse looking around and nodding in approval of the style, “Fan of class?” He spun around and almost hit you over not expecting you to be standing so close behind him, “Shit,” He steadied you both, “It’s like I’m trying to lose my job,”

“Are you always this clumsy?” You joked

“Honestly, yeah, always,” He sunk his hands in his pocket, an action you deduced to just be a bad habit of his that couldn’t possibly compare to any of yours.

“I uh thought you were going to live here…no suitcase?”

“Well,” He walked over towards a column in the living room and leaned on it for support, “I wanted to formally introduce myself before I come strolling in, and my suitcases are actually just downstairs,”

“Okay, fair enough…I’ll go first though,” You rested your back against the column opposite the one Taehyung was on so you could comfortably face him, “I’m y/n, I like coffee and things that make me laugh,”

“Alright well you already know my name, I’d tell you what my friends call me but you can decide a nickname along the way oh and I must mention, I make the best coffee and enjoy making people laugh,” He gave another one of the box smiles you were slowly getting addicted to. You laughed again at his introduction inevitably in full agreement with the ‘enjoy making people laugh’ part.

“Why’d you take the job as the bodyguard?”

“Well to be honest with you I thought you were six and I love taking care of kids plus I needed to kill the time,”

“Kill the time?”

“I just graduated university but my dad said I can’t ‘join his force’ until I’m at least 25,”

“hmm,” You hummed, taking all the information in, “so you’re girlfriend won’t have a problem with you living with me and being everywhere I am?”

“As soon as I find one, I’ll explain to her that this is just business and she has nothing to worry about,”

You both laughed at his answer for a while before you finally broke it, “Well, you’ve officially won me over Taehyung, you may share my abode,” You did your best old English impression lifting your hand towards the room.

“Why thank you madam, I shall go get my things,” Taehyung walked backwards smiling before expectedly bumping into a wall and turning around to go through the door.

He had joined you in the living room an hour later after settling in and sat a safe distance away from you on the couch. You were still very tired from all the travelling you had done earlier and therefore still a slave to sleep.

“So you thought I was six huh?” you said groggily while bringing your feet up in the sofa.

“I did, but I’m obviously wrong I mean, you’re…a lot older than six, however, I don’t know if that’s a bad thing,” He tilted his head to the side to look at you from a different angle.

“And how would that be a bad thing,” You stretched your feet outwards until your toes were brushing his thighs.

“Y/n,” He spoke softly, “I don’t think it’s safe for you to do that,” he looked down at where your feet made contact with his.

“Oh, sorry,” You quickly pulled away but he grabbed onto your ankles tightly and gently placed your feet in his lap.

“I mean…it looked uncomfortable,” He rubbed your feet but didn’t seem to realize he was doing it, and did a good job too.

“Not to be rude but, you’re suppose to just make sure I’m safe, no need to worry about my comfort,”

He scoffed at your words and looked down at your feet and began to rub deeper into the skin which was only making you fall into sleep, “Is that really all you want?”

Curse you and your dirty ass mind because everything but what he really meant was flooding your thoughts. He continued to rub your feet and you continued to drift while fighting the sleep as best you could.

You noticed him scrunching his face deep in thought while gliding his hands up your shin and back down to your soles, “What’re you thinking?” You managed to utter in your deep state of tiredness.

“Trying to come up with something to make you laugh,” He answered honestly and that alone made you chuckle.

“Why?” You gave him your best half smile while your eyes finally came to a close.

“You have a pretty smile,”

You reached for the cushion beside you and playfully threw it at him but it didn’t get further than your waist, “Ah stop being so cute, I’m not suppose to like you so soon,” Your words were unfiltered but you were too drunk in sleep to care.

Taehyung slightly chuckled at what you said and watched you fall asleep. He lifted your feet slowly from his lap when he realized you were gone off completely. The intention was to meet you, maybe learn a thing or two about you along the way, follow you to the store or to a salon and make sure no one tried to hurt you which he knew particularly be hard. He’d heard about how ruthless the people in this business were in America, but it still could compare to the people here.

He took another look at you before walking off to let you rest. One of your hands lay hanging off the couch and another was tangled in your hair, you wore a pair of leggings and a fitted top which hugged your body nicely. Taehyung hated feeling like a perv but the longer he stared at you, the harder it became to look away. His thoughts were short lived because of a knock he heard on the door.

“Hmm, y/n expecting someone else?” He hummed to himself while strolling towards the door.

He pat the side of his belt to make sure his gun was secure in its case and pulled on it just in case he needed to take it all the way out.

The person knocked again, ten times harder than before.

Taehyung was now pressed against the door and turning the door knob but as soon as it clicked open the door was thrown forward and Taehyung was on the floor. A tall, muscular man pushed his way inside and pointed his gun at Taehyung.

The loud bang the door made when it was forced open had you flying out of the couch and onto your feet. Your eyes went wide at the sight before you and you stumbled down in an attempt to dress back.

The taller man bent down to get closer to Taehyung who was already on his way up so they ended up meeting half way. Taehyung pushed him onto the floor and straddled him wrapping his hands around the other man’s throat.

“Okay okay you win!!!” The other man laughed and Taehyung pushed himself off in a split second.

“What the fuck Namjoon you actually scared me!!” Taehyung placed the gun back in his waist and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see you awake and in shock, “Now look what you did,” he said to Namjoon scolding him for waking you.

You were beyond confused but more relieved to know that it really wasn’t an intruder, but someone Taehyung knew.

“This is her?” Namjoon pointed at you and smiled. He had blonde hair like Taehyung did and was a little taller with a rounder face and very deep dimples.

You walked over to where they were standing and stood beside and slightly behind Taehyung.

“Aww, she looks so cute behind yo- daaamn that’s a nice as –

“Okay alright y/n this is the most annoying human being you will ever meet on earth but we call him Namjoon for short,” Taehyung cut off Namjoon as if he didn’t already get out what he needed to say.

“Uh, hi,” You were still in shock and the two men realized, well, Taehyung did. He placed his hand on your back and brought you closer to him in an effort to calm you down.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” His whisper did everything to you, calm you down being one of them. You looked up at him and smiled to let him know you were okay.

“So who exactly are you?” You turned your attention to Namjoon who hadn’t taken his eyes off of everything below your neck since the conversation started.

“Kim Namjoon, first year trainee in all this madness,” He flashed you a cute smile and held out his hand for you to shake which you accepted while smiling back at him.

Taehyung glared at him and changed the topic quickly so the handshake didn’t last any longer than it had to, “He forgot to mention he also has to go back to work now,”

“Oh don’t be such a buzz kill Tae Tae,” He pinched at Taehyung’s cheeks but his hands were quickly swatted away, “I have a few hours of free time,”

Taehyung’s face was as straight as an arrow and his gaze laced with annoyance ad irritation from his older friend.

“Y/n, I understand you’re new to Seoul, I could show you around a little bit if you want,” Namjoon smiled at you completely ignoring Taehyung’s deathly stare.

“She’s tired, she just got off a two day flight and she would like to rest,” Taehyung sassed not once moving his hand from your back. You brought a hand up to stifle your laugh.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to take you out another time,” He looked Taehyung up and down, “One day when buzz kill isn’t here,” He tauntingly eyed Taehyung and you let out a small laugh at how childish they were behaving but Taehyung didn’t budge.

Namjoon gave you another smile, pat Taehyung on the back and left the penthouse shortly after his promise to you.

You walked around Taehyung to stand in front of him and grabbed hold of his hands when you saw he was still a little tense and upset. “Oh come on buzz ki –

“Don’t call me that,” His command actually scared you because of how stern he said it. It surprised you how he had been so sweet before but became completely dark so sudden.

“Okay,” you squeezed his hands gently and looked up at him, “Can I call you Tae Tae,”

He smiled sweetly when he looked down to see your messy curls and how sleep ridden you were and a pang of guilt hit him, “Tae is fine…you haven’t gotten a proper nap y/n,”

“I know, it’s hard to fall asleep, and I mean, you see what happens when I do,”

“Let me help you with that?” His smile widened with his question hoping you’d say yes

He picked you up from the ground and threw you over his shoulder and you let out a small squeal in surprise to which he just laughed. He took a deep breath to calm himself down after realizing that your cheeks were connecting with his then moved along the path towards the living room.

“Ah you’re so heavy,” He laughed and pretended to fall which was probably the biggest mistake of his life.

While trying to act like he was struggling, he actually fell sending both of you crashing down onto the floor. He fell flat on his back and you fell on top of him landing on his chest with both your feet in between his. You were both laughing hysterically at what just took place, “I’m so sorry,” he managed to talk through his laughter but you couldn’t do the same.

You were honestly too tired to even open your eyes and your laughter died out as you involuntarily rested your head on Tae’s chest and found yourself falling asleep for the third time that day. It was comfortable and soft. His chest rose and fell gently and it rocked you to sleep perfectly.

He was comfortable as well; there wasn’t a thing to complain about. He thought it would be inappropriate if he were to caress your neck or even run his hands through your hair even though the urge to do it was unbearable. He settled for just resting his hand on your back to make sure you didn’t  fall off and waited for the right time to lift you and carry you to bed.

Hitchhiker: Part One || Joe Sugg Imagine

The sound of my feet on the gravel, the crunch of the stones rubbing against each other. The grey sky looms above me, threatening me. I rake my eyes over the scene that is placed before me. Rolling hills, green as shining emeralds, contrasting against the sky. I stop walking and admire the beauty of it. The sound of young children graces’ my ears, making me smile. My long taupe trench coat and ripped black jeans are the only things protecting me from the ice cold air. As my eyes continue to pan over the gorgeous landscape, I notice a small silver object in the gravel. I lean down to pick it up, I bring it to my eye level. A ring. It was a simple band, silver, looking like it’s practically new. I spin the band around, the words, ‘Eternity’ engraved on the inside of the glistening hoop. I scan my surrounding for someone who may have dropped the band. No one is around. It’s just me, for miles and miles. I tuck the ring into my the pocket of my coat. I continue my trek. After a few minutes, a car pulls up beside me.

“You alright?” A young man inside the car calls out.

“Yeah, just going for a walk,” I respond. Looking into the car window at the attractive stranger. I smile softly.

“Would you like a ride? It looks like its going to rain.” He says.

“Um,” I say looking up to the sky, “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You wouldn’t be, I would like to give you a ride,” He sends me a smile that would make any girl swoon.

“Are you sure?” I ask stepping towards the car.

“Get in the car love,” The man laughs, making me weak at my knees.

I open the passenger seat door and take a seat next to this stranger. I close the door and put on my seatbelt. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“You’re not taking me somewhere to kill me are you?” I tease, looking over at the man.

“No, I’m not,” He chuckles.

“Well, since were going to be in this car together for a bit, My names Y/N,” I say holding my hand out to shake his. He glances at me, taking one hand off the wheel laughing, the places it in mine shaking my hand.

“Joe,” He says simply.

“Hm Joe, cute,” I say studying his face, he laughs at my comment, creases forming in the corner of his eyes.

“Anyway Joe, Why are you driving out here anyway?” I ask, raising one of my eyebrows.

“My dad lives out here, I was just visiting him, and now I’m driving home,” He says shrugging, “Why were you walking?”

“Was getting out of the housetop think, I’m dealing with a breakup,” I shrug back, I wink at him, “I’m single now.” I laugh.

“Good to know,” Joe laughs.

I smile and look out the window, “Where were you going?” He asks.

“Um, London?” I say, “I’ll call an uber when we get into town, though.”

Joe looks over to me with a heart-stopping grin, “No need, I’m going back to London,”

I laugh, “Of course you are,” I shake my head, “Thank you.”

“Anything for a pretty girl,” He winks making me laugh. I turn to look out the window again.

“What happened?” Joe asks breaking the silence, I hum in response, “With the ex?”

“Ah,” I nod my head, “Him name was Jeremy, super cute, super homophobic.”

“Oh?” Joe mumbles.

“I’m bisexual,” I laugh, “So I wasn’t able to be myself around him, so we broke up after he called me satan.”

“Wow,” Joe sighs, making me laugh,“You don’t seem upset?”

“No, I slept with his sister,” I say making Joe laugh.

“Why are you telling me all of this?” He asks looking over to me.

“You asked,” I shrug, “I’m not ashamed of my sexuality, and I shouldn’t feel the need to be.”

“Good, I don’t know what it feels like to deal with what you have to deal with, but consider me a huge supporter of the LGBT community,” He grins.

“I don’t think that people should be supporters people don’t have to support straight people,” I roll my eyes, “Oh and Joe?” He hums, “I know that you’re not straight.” I wink.

“What?” He stutters, eyes and mouth wide.

“So you’re trying to tell me that you’ve never looked at a guy and thought 'Oh damn I could totally hit that’?” I raise my eyebrow.

“You’re right, I just have never thought of it like that,” He mumbles.

“Okay new topic,” I say, “When were back in London, would you like to come on a date with me?”

Joe looks away and smiles, “Yeah sounds good,”

Chapter 1: She’s Back

Originally posted by fuckyeahtreysongzyupp

Brandon “Barry.”

“If this nigga look at his watch one more fucking time I swear to God.” My nigga Legend said after I checked the time again. “The fuck is up with you my nigga? We’re supposed to be having a good time and you over there on some paranoid shit.”

“Fuck you nigga,” I chuckled.

“He’s waiting on Nell’s crazy ass to get here,” Dutch added in. “Who did you send to go get her?”

“This nigga over here let me use his sprinter.” I said pointing to Legend. “Don’t call her crazy, Miami calmed her down some.”

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Unexpected Alpha

– Requested–

I throw a left jab into Derek’s ribs and hear him not even let out a grunt of pain. I kick him in the shin and see he doesn’t even flinch.

Derek and I have been training all week to try to get rid of some of the “pent up anger” the pack has been mentioning about me as of recently.

This wasn’t exactly my idea of brother and sister bonding but it seemed to be the perfect idea for Derek.

“ (Y/N), I thought Talia had raised you tougher than this.” I hear my Uncle Peter give his input from the stairs. 

“ Peter shut up.” I hear Scott say from the side of the apartment watching this all go down.

“ Wow even that weak little blonde one could do better than this, what was her name again?” 

I begin to hit even harder hoping he doesn’t finish that sentence with her name.

“ Oh yes, Erica. Such a pity that she had to die. Oh well better for the pack.”

I could feel the wolf in me begin to rise. 

My claws begin to dig into the skin of my palms from squeezing them so hard.

“ Peter what the hell is your problem.” I hear Stiles say.

Erica was my best friend, even if we had only known each other for a little bit. We just bonded and became closer than even Derek and I.

I know that Stiles and her had their moments so this dig hit him hard too.

“ She needs to train harder. She’s weak. It’s not my fault she’s not trying. She’s letting her shyness in the way since she’s in front of the whole pack. It’s pathetic.”

He puts emphasis on the last word. 

This sent me over the edge. 

I couldn’t control myself and I could feel the hair start to sprout from either side of my cheeks. I step back from Derek with my head and clench my fists tight.

“(Y/N” Control it. Don’t let it get to you. Think about Erica.” Peter says from the staircase.

I growl loudly and hear Derek say,

“ You just had to bring Erica into it didn’t you?” His tone in disbelief.

“(Y/N) you okay? Fight this, I know you can do it.” Derek says trying to reach out to rub my arm in a comforting way.

I turn my head up and open my eyes growling in his face, showing off my teeth.

Derek stares at me in disbelief. I push past him and walk to Peter throwing him off the stairs.

I pounce on top of him and snarl in his face.

He looks at me with the same disbelief that Derek had. 

I ignore it and punch Peter in the face over and over again until I feel myself getting pulled off him.

I look up to see my best friend Isaac. He snarls in my face as if to tell me to back off.

I pull back and make myself transform back to normal.

“ I’m so sorry guys. I don’t know what happened. I j-just couldn’t take his comments on Erica anymore.” I say looking to the pack with an apologetic look on my face.

“ (Y/N) I swear to god if this is a prank this is not funny. Stiles did you have something to do with this?” Derek says with a look of worry on his face.

“ This was not me. I almost wish this was me because this prank is genius.” He says shaking his head in disbelief.

“ What are you guys talking about?” I say looking confused.

“(Y/N/N), your eyes.” Derek says with concern in his voice.

I run into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

I’m met with a pair of bright red ones staring back at me.

I put my hand over my mouth in shock. 

“ No no no no. This can’t be possible. I can’t do this.” I say with tears coming to my eyes.

Derek walks into the bathroom to see if I am okay.

“ Derek I can’t do this. I’ve seen what it does to Peter. What it does to you and mom. I can’t have this happen to me. What if I turn into a full alpha and then can’t turn back. I can’t be a true alpha okay, I just can’t.” I say having my breathing become uneven and the tears start to flow freely down my face. 

Derek pulls me into his arms and give me a comforting hug. He caresses the back of my head with his hand and squeezes me closer to him.

He pulls me away and then cups my face with either of his hands.

“ Listen to me okay? (Y/N) you are the strongest person I know and if anybody will get through it’s going to be you. If you are a true alpha it means you are meant for this. I’m your brother and i’ll always be there for you okay? Don’t for a second think I would ever let you become Peter.” Derek says with loving eyes, smiling at the end.

“Okay.” I say through my tears, smiling a bit at the Peter joke.

He puts an arm around me and leads me back out into the main room.

“ I’m sorry for freaking out you guys.” I say pulling Isaac into a hug to thank him for stopping me.

Peter lets out a very fake cough and then looks at me expectantly. 

“ Andd I guess i’m sorry I broke your nose Uncle Peter.” I say shrugging, not feeling the least bit guilty.

“ Um Derek by the way, it would be an honor for her to even end up half as great as me.” Peter says in a clarifying way.

–  Hope you liked it! Everyone requests and ships are open! Thanks for reading! :) 

Boyfriend Tag / Girlfriend Tag

A/n : okay so before you read just change YOUR FAVORITE_________ to what really your favorite thing It’ll make sense when you start reading OK enjoy

“Hi guys” you said while waving your hand to the camera.

Since Harry was on break you guys decided to do the boyfriend tag and the girlfriend Tag and make it a competition.

Harry was sitting right beside you trying to open his soda can “ Its y/n with my boyfriend Harry…. Styles” you said excitedly
“Can you at least pretend that you like me for the sake of the video” you say sarcastically while Harry paid more attention to the soda can than to you “hmm…sorry babe” he said smirking a little

“Alright so my wonderful girlfriend y/n is gonna ask me questions that a boyfriend should know about his girlfriend in general” he said like it would be easy “And Harry’s gonna ask me other questions about him that I should know, and Niall*👉* is gonna be taking score for me and Louis*👈* is gonna be taking score for Harry” you said while you pointed at the guys. “ I don’t even know why I’m doing this,…… God this is going to be awful.” Niall said hopelessly “honestly” Louis said
“Okay so lets get started… ladies first” Harry said while nudging my shoulder
“Okay, she’s sitting in front of the TV what is on the screen” “like what’s your favorite show” Harry asked “yes”…“ Your favorite show umm…you don’t watch tv yo–” “yes i do I’ve told you my favorite show so many times, I’m so disappointed in you and this is already just the first question.” You said with a little laugh
“ummm I’m just gonna go with The office.”
“No that’s wrong ehhrrrr” you said kinda enjoying his struggle “What is it”
“Parks and Recs”
“Oh thats a good show” Niall whispered “you have never told me that in your life” “yes I have the other day I was talking to you about it while we were on Skype.” You said laughing “OK whatever its my turn now”
“what’s my middle name” Harry said “Edward, Harry Edward Styles” you said in an aahhaa tone. “Edward I thought it was nothing” Louis said and Niall nodded while giving you a point.
“OK me again what’s my favorite color” “yellow” “yeah” you nodded “what’s my favorite song of all time” “uuuhhh…..shit….oh um Free Falling by john umm Mayer” “ wow I didn’t think you were gonna get that one” “pshhh I’m the best girlfriend” you said while running your fingers through your hair “what’s your favorite thing about me……phy-physically you said shocked at the last part “physically*smirks* umm….your, your lips” he said kissing them “awww” Niall said
“OK what was my first pet and what was its name” he asked you while leaning his head on my shoulder “ummm it was a dog named max….your sister was telling me about him the other day actually” “hmmmm” he hummed while kissing your neck then leans back up to face the camera again “OK next question” he said smirking

“My favorite animal” “a Horse.. I MEAN. A UNICORN” he said screaming the last part while you made 😯 face “I can’t believe you said horse —- ” “Unicorns aren’t real” he said while you made a sarcastically hurt expression and tried to move away from him, as soon as he realized what he said he quickly grabbed you by the waist “I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry” he said laughing a little
“I am so confused like does he get the point or….” Louis was saying “
"whatever its fine” you said
“i- ima give it to him” Louis said
“OK I’m sorry *kiss* anyway…..what’s my favorite color” he asked you “you have two its blue and umm…orange” you said while Harry nodded
“what’s a unique talent I have” you asked him amusingly “that thing you do with your legs when were having se—” “OK next question” you said covering Harry’s mouth while Niall and Louis were dying of laughter

The laughter dying down Harry finally spoke “oookkayyy, um what my favorite non-alcoholic drink” he asked
“apple juice” you answered unsure. “good job baby girl”
“OK….what’s my heritage”
“…..your hispanic” “…ok but like where am I from my parents and stuff”
“well your from California….your moms from Mexico”
“and my dad”
“he’s from Texas but your grandma’s from Spain”
“*gasp* good one” you said while giving him a high five
“OK love, what’s my hair color” he said while he put his beanie on. “brown”
“My born with hair color” “oh um blonde”

OK last question Harold…. What was I wearing the first time we met” you asked him “shit ……..you um you were wearing a shirt”
“no I wasn’t”
“you weren’t wearing a shirt…what were you naked” he said confused
“nice nice” Louis said
“no it wasn’t a shirt”
“what was it a blouse” Harry said sarcastically “oh I remember” Niall said “shut up I can’t concentrate” Harry said trying to remember “its your favorite thing I have” you said “oh its the hoodie that says ’ oh my god dude shut up’….yeah yeah and its burgundy, with your plain Jean shorts and your white converse….. Boom” he said proudly “good job babe”

“OK y/n my last question for you is the same, what was I wearing when we first met.” He said with a cocky expression
“Um you were wearing black skinny jeans”
“isn’t he always” Louis said
“hahaha…and your um grey long sleeve” “and….” “Oh and your black snap back” “was it the snap back or the beanie” “shit……..no.no it was the snap back I remember cause that’s one reason why I went up to you ….hello, snap backs and tattoos…that’s my thing”
“your right”
“ hell yeah I am, I’m the best girlfriend ever I got zero wrong” you said proudly “I’m the best boyfriend ever” Harry said “yeah even though you got two wrong” Niall said sarcastically
“No but he is the best boyfriend ever you said giving him a kiss
“Thank you guys for watching catch you later” you said while everyone waved bye.

*camera off*

“Hey y/n Unicorns are not real” Niall said
“Run” Louis and Harry said in sync.

A/n: here’s another imagine hope you guys like it I got a lot if the ideas from watching some on YouTube
I will be writing a lot more and if you have any request just ask 😊

Eric & Ariel | The Little Mermaid: Dinner at the Castle

“Oh, dear!”

Ariel stopped watching her feet and looked up to see that they had reached the castle, and a stout woman was rushing towards her. Ariel bit her lip as Eric explained to the woman how he had found her on the beach, and she couldn’t speak, so she must’ve been in a shipwreck. To Ariel’s surprise, Eric asked the woman to clean Ariel up, requesting that she have dinner with him. The woman, clicking her tongue in pity, took Ariel’s arm, and Ariel felt Eric leave her side. She looked over at him, seeing him give her a brief smile. “This is Carlotta. She’ll help you out. I’ll, uh.. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” With that, Eric turned from her and headed up the castle steps, to where, Ariel didn’t know.

“Come along now, dear,” Carlotta said, gently guiding Ariel up the stairs, making her walk more quickly than Eric had. Ariel, of course, said nothing, simply letting Carlotta guide her along the way. The staircase led to a massive door, which Ariel thought looked heavy but Carlotta pushed open easily.

Woah.. Ariel silently gasped at the sight of the massive room, and having gained her balance, began to wander around aimlessly, taking small steps. Quickly, though, Carlotta had rushed over to a large, circular-looking bowl, turning some kind of nuzzle to produce water. Ariel scrunched up her nose. More water? I thought humans didn’t need water…

Carlotta walked over to Ariel and removed the sail, leading her into the bowl, which had filled up with warm water. As soon as Ariel stepped in, she could immediately tell that it wasn’t salt water. It was a little warmer, but it definitely felt fresh. As she adjusted to the strange new surroundings, Carlotta was humming and dumping some sort of pink liquid into the bowl. Ariel watched curiously as bubbles upon bubbles began to form in the water. She giggled silently and began to scoop up the bubbles with her hands, watching how they moved through the air. She didn’t even notice that Carlotta had begun to wring out and wash her hair.

“Washed up from a shipwreck,” Carlotta mused, shaking her head. “Oh, poor thing. We’ll help you feel better in no time.” She gave Ariel a reassuring smile before picking up the sail. Ariel noticed Carlotta try to hide her disgusted expression. “I’ll just… I’ll just get this washed for you,” she told her, tossing it aside.

After a few more minutes, Carlotta brought a soft, white blanket over to Ariel. “Here you go, dear. Just wrap this towel around you and we’ll go to the guest room.” Ariel did as she said, following Carlotta. Towel.. What a boring name.

Carlotta led the way up another staircase, which led to yet another door. Ariel gazed around yet again, ignoring the drops of water she felt dripping off her wet hair. Wow, this place is huge! Daddy should seriously consider upgrading to something even bigger. Then maybe me and my 6 sisters wouldn’t have to share one room…

The redhead’s thoughts were interrupted by Carlotta, who fiddled with the doorknob, muttering, “Oh, it’s been so long since we’ve had another girl here. Too long..” She let out a sigh, making Ariel wonder what had happened, why Carlotta’s mood had suddenly shifted. “Wait right there, let me get you something to wear. Just..” she turned and looked at Ariel, “Just don’t touch anything.”

Ariel did as she was told, clutching her towel tightly as she waited for Carlotta, who had gone into what Ariel assumed was a closet. As she waited, Ariel once again took in her surroundings, noticing the simple yet inviting bed, which looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. She looked at the dresser (which was made of some kind of brown material, not sea glass or coral) and noticed some pictures on it. All included an attractive woman, immediately making Ariel wonder who she was. Then, her eyes glazed over a portrait. Again, the woman was there, but there was also a man, and between them, a young boy. Wait a minute, that kinda looks like..

“Here we are!” Ariel turned her head quickly, her wet hair rotating with her to slap across her chest. Carlotta had emerged from the closet, gently holding something pink. As she laid the object on the bed, Ariel immediately knew what it was; it was one of the few human things she actually knew. It was a dress, a beautiful, pink dress. Judging from the pictures she had in her grotto, Ariel knew that human girls wore dresses to fancy things. Something formal, like when Daddy had a dinner in the palace back home.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Carlotta murmured as she admired the dress with Ariel. “Come on, dear, I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” Ariel stepped forward as Carlotta picked up the dress, gently draping it over her. “This was Eric’s mother’s, you know,” she said quietly, confirming Ariel’s previous suspicions. “She died when Eric was a boy. It was… Well, a tragedy.” Ariel looked at Carlotta with curiosity. She wanted to know more; she could tell there was more to know. Instead, however, Carlotta grew silent, simply turning Ariel around to close up the dress. 

“There,” she said, clasping her hands together as she took a step back and looked at Ariel. She brought a finger to her eye and quickly swiped it; Ariel wondered what for. “You look like her,” Carlotta whispered. “Of course, you have your distinguishing features, such as your eyes, and of course, the fact that you can’t speak, and… oh! Your hair! We have to do your hair! Come, come, it’s almost dinnertime.” Just like that, the mood had changed, and Carlotta practically shoved Ariel into a chair and began to brush her hair. “Oh my, your hair dries so nicely. I don’t even think I need to style it. Hmph, it seems like being in the ocean for who knows how long did it some good, hm?” Carlotta scurried across the room to grab a pair of shoes, not noticing that Ariel had started to laugh silently to herself.