Your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid looked down at his outfit and then back up at you. He was dressed in smart slacks and a shirt, with dress shoes on his feet. You on the other hand were dressed in a denim skirt, leggings, a vest top and an oversized hoody. Converse hi-tops completed your look.
For your last birthday Spencer had presented you with two tickets to see your favourite band Muse performing. They didn’t tour America that often so when they’d announced a tour, you’d been desperate to get tickets only to discover that they’d sold out pretty much straight away. Reid however had been one step ahead of the game knowing it was your birthday in a few weeks. He’d set Penelope Garcia on to the case, her somehow jamming the server for other users until she’d purchased two tickets. Naturally, you’d chosen to take him.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?”
You shook your head, it wasn’t that he didn’t look nice. He just looked….. “It’s too smart, too over dressed for a gig”
You marched him back down the hallway to his apartment, striding into his bedroom and throwing open the closet doors. You knew he owned jeans, you’d seen them at least twice before. You found them eventually, slinging them at him and searched for a t-shirt finding a plain black one which would do and tossing that at him as well. Spying a grey cardigan on the back of the closet door, you instructed him to wear that, along with his converse and you left his room so he could change.
He emerged five minutes later looking like a completely different guy. He looked good though, he hair slightly messier from tugging the t-shirt on and the jeans hugged his frame nicely. You nodded your approval and the two of you set off to the gig.
Four hours later and you were grinning from ear to ear as Spencer drove you both home. Your ears were ringing, your lower back was on fire from standing up for so long but you’d had the best time ever. The band had been amazing, belting out all of your favourite tunes and the atmosphere had been so intense and enjoyable. You’d been overcome with emotion during Unintended, one of your all time favourite songs, and you’d grasped hold of Spencer’s hand as you swayed with the rest of the crowd.
He’d seemed to enjoy it as well, actually singing along to the songs although you knew all he’d had to do was listen to them once whilst reading the lyrics and he’d have them all memorised.
The ride home was short, the gig hadn’t been too far from home so you invited Spencer in for a few beers, groaning as you slumped down onto your couch, flicking the TV on.
“Everything okay?” Reid asked you slightly louder than normal. He dropped down next to you, handing you an uncapped beer which he’d pulled from your refrigerator.
“I’m good. My back just hurts a bit, I’m getting too old for this shit.”
Taking a pull of his beer, Spencer set it down and then turned to you.
“Y/N turn around. Where does it hurt?”
Adjusting your positioning, you crossed your legs and turned on the couch so you were sitting sideways on with your back to him. “It’s just at the bottom, it aches like a mother fucker.”
Spencer chuckled and then gently placed his hands to your lower back, slipping them under your hoody and pressing his thumbs into your spine, softly kneading the aching area. It felt surprisingly good and you leant forward slightly, pulling your hoody off to allow him better access.
Spencer’s lithe fingers worked along your spine and lower back hitting all of the pressure points with precision and you found yourself enjoying his touch so much so that a soft groan escaped your lips causing Spencer to freeze his movements and your eyes to fly open and your jaw to drop.
“Sorry…. ” he started to say and you shook your head.
“You didn’t hurt me Spence. It just felt….really REALLY good.”
“Do you want me to carry on then?” he asked tentatively, a slight edge to voice.
“Erm….only if you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind…. But could we change positions? It would be easier for me if you sat between my legs in front of me.”
You understood what he was saying and could appreciate how it would would be more comfortable but it still didn’t stop you from saying, “Christ Spence, how long have we been friends for and you’re only now telling me you want me between your legs?”
His cheeks flushed pink and you immediately regretted it. He coughed, clearing his throat, “Do you want the damn massage or not?”
You did, it was doing wonders to ease your suffering. You scooted from your seat and waited for Spencer to part his thighs, settling on the couch between them and waiting for him to start up again. He did and you leant into his touch, his hands working on your spine as you tried to keep your little grunts of satisfaction to yourself.
Adjusting your position slightly, you rolled your neck on your shoulder wincing as you heard a crack. Spencer’s hands immediately moved up your back to your shoulders, pressing against the hard knots that had formed and working to loosen to them. The sensation was magical and you allowed your eyes to close again, your breath hitching in your throat as his thumb brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. This time Spencer didn’t pause, he just shuffled his body forward slightly, his thighs trapping you between them. His fingers continued their dance over your sore muscles, brushing over that spot again and earning another groan from you. When he did it again moments later your mind began to wander. It was THAT exact spot on your neck, the spot that when touched correctly would send tingles right down to your groin. And Spencer’s fingers kept sweeping over it in just the right way….
Did he know? Or was it just an accident? When it happened again, his finger tip actually lightly circling the spot and making your downy hairs stand on end as a low gasp left your chest, you realised he must know.
Which was extremely interesting.
You and Spencer had been friends as well as colleagues for a few years now and you’d always wondered whether there perhaps was something more between the two of you. He was attractive, very much so and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss his plump pink lips. But you’d always pushed the thought aside. It was Spencer after all. Spencer didn’t have girlfriends, half the time he rarely seemed to even notice if an attractive looking female was in the room. It was only six months ago when you’d both been babysitting Henry together that he’d actually expressed desire to find someone. You’d talked to him for a while, surprised by how insulted he was when you’d told him that you didn’t think he was bothered about finding a partner. When you’d asked him what his ideal woman was though, he’d appeared awkward and eventually just shrugged the question off, not giving you an answer.
Had there been a reason he hadn’t given you an answer?
The next time his finger dashed over that spot on your neck you made sure that your groan was louder, leaning back slightly and placing your hands onto his thighs. Spencer stiffened slightly but carried on with his slow kneading of your shoulders and neck. Feeling bolder and just damn curious, you softly stroked his thighs feeling him sit up straighter at your touch. The air was almost crackling with tension right now, both of you waiting for the other to give some sort of signal that you wanted more. You inched your hands higher on his thighs hearing Spencer’s breath catch, his hands stilling their movements momentarily before changing track. This time they moved to your sides, trailing up and down your rib cage tickling you sensually through the thin cotton fabric of your vest. You shuddered, heat starting to flood your body as you dug your fingernails lightly into his thighs, not enough to cause pain. On the eighth lap up and and down your torso Spencer’s hands lingered inches from your breasts and you could feel him closer to you than before, his breath on the back of your neck. Wanting to give him a sign but not to outright tell him that this was okay, you reached up to your hair and pulled it to one side, exposing your neck to him.
Reid received your message loud and clear and a pair of warm lips pressed against your neck, his hands creeping around to your front and splaying across your abdomen. Spencer peppered the side of your throat with kisses, his tongue poking out and swiping over the shell of your ear, his hands not moving from their spot on your tummy.
“Is this…. is this okay? That…. that I’m doing this?” came a whisper in your ear, Spencer’s voice a few octaves lower than what you were used to.
“Uh huh….You’ll know if it’s not okay, Spencer. Trust me,” you whispered back, surprised by the slight croak to your own voice. You turned your head to the side, your eyes connecting with his, both of you realising there was no going back from this once you took the next step.
You ran the tip of your tongue over your lips watching Spencer do the same. But still, neither of you moved an inch.
“Spence. The ball’s in your court here. If you want this then…. ”
You didn’t get chance to complete your sentence because his lips were suddenly upon yours, the pressure light to begin, still unsure. When you didn’t pull away he deepened the kiss, his head tilting to the side and his lips parting. Allowing your own to part, your tongue slipped out to meet his as you twisted your body to kiss him properly.
Spencer’s kisses were both everything and nothing like you expected them to be, igniting a passion in you that you hadn’t felt for a while; a desperate need to be closer to someone, to feel them pressed against you. You suddenly had the urge to kiss Spencer everywhere, to taste him and to drink him in. If one kiss could make you feel like this, God only knows what would happen once this went further.
You pulled away from his mouth, breathless and gulping the air down as his face searched yours for signs that he’d done something wrong. Smiling, you tucked your hair behind your ear and then turned your body completely around, Spencer’s eyes widening as you straddled his lap, your skirt riding up as you changed positions, the denim waistband uncomfortable against your stomach. You grimaced.
“Did…. I do something wrong?” Spencer clocked it and you shook your head.
“It’s the skirt and the position I’m in.”
“You could…. Erm, take it off?” his cheeks were already flushed so you couldn’t tell whether the colour deepened or not but knowing Reid the way you did, you’d be surprised if it didn’t. You stood directly in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the waistband.
“Or… You could take it off for me.”
Only a few seconds passed before he answered but it felt like an age.
“Y/N, if I remove your skirt, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop with just that.”
“So don’t stop then.”
Taking a deep breath and seemingly having a word with himself, Spencer’s fingers quickly moved to the button on your skirt, unhooking it and then sliding the material down your legs. You stepped out of it, kicking it to one side and then stood, waiting. You weren’t going to take charge here, you wanted to see what he’d do. Rising to his feet and towering over your small frame, he slipped his fingers under your vest, gripping the hem and tugging it upwards, peeling it off your body.
You didn’t think you looked like the most attractive person standing in your bra and leggings but the way Spencer’s eyes were trailing over your torso, made you feel like a goddess. He rolled his lip between his teeth before dropping to his knees in front of you and slowly dragging your leggings off, lifting your feet one by one and then moving them to the side. Running his hands up and down your legs you were shocked and pleasantly surprised when he moved them to your ass, squeezing your buttocks through your panties.
You were even more surprised when he slipped his hands into your panties, pressing them against the bare skin of your butt.
“I really, REALLY want to have you naked and laid out in front me so I can see and kiss every inch of your body, Y/N.”
Those were words you’d never in a million years expected to hear from Spencer Reid but yet they’d just left his mouth and you felt yourself becoming even more turned on than you were before.
Cocking your head towards the bedroom, you did your best to cross the room in what you hoped was a sexy walk, hoping to God that Spencer was actually following you. Almost as soon as you were through the door, his hands were on you again, not quite as gentle as before. His movements were fuelled by a passion inside of him and it showed. You didn’t mind though. Your bra was unhooked in seconds, being pulled down your arms and being tossed somewhere onto the floor as Spencer dropped to his knees again to drag your panties off leaving you entirely naked and exposed.
He started to place wet open mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankle and slowly working up to the tops of your thighs, before crossing over to the other leg, avoiding your most sensitive area. Your legs felt shaky and you tangled one hand into his luscious hair doing your best to not fall over.
“So beautiful… ” you could hear him murmuring into your skin as he repeated his kisses up and down your legs, a hand pressed firmly against your butt cheek and lightly squeezing.
“Spence….” your leg shook again and Reid pulled away from you shuffling forward on his knees and forcing you to walk backwards until the backs of your legs hit the bed.
“Lie down,” he whispered, remaining on the floor and looping a hand around your ankle, making it so that you were laying with your butt on the edge of the bed.
“This hardly seems fair that you’re still dressed. Even the playing field a bit please?”
Spencer obliged and you saw his tee shirt whiz over your head as he removed it and threw it into the corner of the room, still knelt between your legs. Gripping your thighs, he pushed them wide open opening you to him completely. You could feel how wet you were already, knowing he could see it too. Spencer ran a finger teasingly up and down your slit and you watched open mouthed as he then bought that finger to his lips, tasting it. Not that you’d ever imagined what Spencer would be like in the bedroom but if you had, you were sure it would have been a far cry from what was actually happening.
Lowering his head, Spencer kissed and nipped along you inner thigh again. This time though, he didn’t stop. You glanced down to the end of the bed seeing his eyes locked on yours as he placed the flat of his tongue on you, licking a thick stripe from bottom to top, flicking your clit. You gasped as he briefly hit the spot. He did it again, this time placing his hands on you and using them to very gently pull the fleshy skin back, so he had clear access. His tongue stayed on your pulsating clit though this time rather than flicking off it and you gripped the bed covers as he started to circle it, using the exact amount of pressure you needed.
Your moans became more frequent and louder, your appreciation spurring him on as he worked you with his tongue, moving the sensitive nerve bundle from side to side, back and forth. When he slipped first one, then two fingers inside you, curling them against the pebbled area of your inner front wall, you knew it wouldn’t be long and less than two minutes later you were gasping out his name as your hips bucked off the bed, forcing yourself harder against his mouth as you came.
You felt Spencer retract, you suddenly feeling very empty as you watched him wipe his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before standing and pushing his jeans and underwear down. You tried not to stare at his impressive length as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you.
Reaching your hand up, you tugged him down to you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the slightly bitter taste of yourself on his mouth. Spreading your legs, you locked them around Spencer’s waist so that he was forced against you, his cock nudging at your entrance.
Pulling his lips away it was Spencer who remembered the all important question. “Condom?”
“Contraceptive implant. Definitely clean though so it’s entirely up to you.” You hated condoms hence the implant and regular testing. You were quite certain Spencer would be okay too but you waited for his confirmation.
“I am too, can we… go without then?”
You nodded and quickly slipped your hand between your bodies, grasping him and lining him up, your mouths opening simultaneously as he pushed inside, inch by inch.
He began to move slowly at first and then gaining pace as you moulded to his shape, bucking your hips up against his.
“Fuck….oh fuck,” Reid groaned, trying to shake his hair back out of his eyes. You reached up and pushed it back behind his ears. Wriggling, you raised your legs higher trying to feel him as deep inside as you could. He shifted, moving one leg at a time up over his shoulders.
“Jesus fucking…. Oh God,” the new position had him hitting directly against your sweet spot as he thrust in and out, your walls clamping down around him. It made it tighter for him too and you could see him struggling to last.
“Harder please” you rasped out, knowing you weren’t going to come again but enjoying the feeling nonetheless.
“I’ll… I’ll come if I do,” Spencer whispered, sweat shimmering on his forward.
“So? You’ve already made me come with your mouth. It’s your turn now. Hard and fast, just the way I like it.”
He obliged, slamming into you with a renewed ferocity that had you crying out in pleasure. No more than thirty seconds and his face contorted in that telltale grimace, his body juddering and his breathing ragged. Spencer allowed your legs to drop to the mattress, as he lowered his body down, resting his head on your chest as he panted.
You stroked his hair lightly, then enormity of what you’d just done hitting you.
“So…. That was some massage”
Reid chuckled, his body shaking against yours as he did causing him to slip out. You winced, hating the feeling of liquid seeping out onto your sheets. You’d live with it for the moment.
You continued stroking his hair, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth a few times, closing it again as he tried to figure out exactly how to respond. Things had escalated extremely quickly and now you both had to deal with the aftermath.
You just hoped he didn’t think it was a mistake.
“Y/N….. In case it wasn’t blindingly obvious by what we just did, I like you.”
“Well that’s good. And in case you didn’t already know, I’m not in the habit of allowing guys I don’t like to give me that type of massage.”
He chuckled again and you grinned. Spencer raised his head, looking you directly in the eyes.
“So we like each other then”
You nodded at him, “I’d say so. Funny how that happens.”
“So…. Maybe tomorrow we could go out for dinner?”
“Or you could stay and we could go for breakfast. Or breakfast in bed.”
“Or we could do that. I fully support that option.”
||| Anon asked:
if you do smut can you make one about how jackson of got7 and jhope of bts have a crush on you and want you to choose one to date but you cant so they help you decide |||
Hoseok x Reader x Jackson
Genre: Smut, fluff
Word count: 1,739
You have known both of them since high school and somehow
managed to stay friends for a long time. But lately something has been going on
between them, they wouldn’t stay in the same room as the other and Hoseok
became really clingy and protective while Jackson tried to keep you all to
himself. Their behaviour and constant nagging started to really annoy you so
you decided to ignore them for a few days till they stop acting like children.
What you didn’t expect was to see them fighting outside your college. When you
walked out you saw a huge crowd and heard people screaming and cheering, you
decide to check out what was happening as well. When you approached the circle
people have made and saw that the ones who were fighting were no other than
Hoseok and Jackson you became so angry.
“What do you think you are doing? Especially here at all
When they heard you shouting they immediately stopped and
looked up to meet your gaze.
“I, we-“ Hoseok began.
“He was actually the one who started this.” Jackson
“I was not you fuck-“
“I don’t want to hear your excuses.” you said grabbing their
hands. “Come with me.”
You dragged them to your apartment and despite their
protests made them sit on the couch.
“So I not talk to you for a day and you come fighting in my
college.” you stated searching for the med kit. “What were you thinking?”
They were silent. You grabbed the kit and crouched in front
“This is going to sting.” you told him pressing a cotton pad
with disinfectant on his face.
“Aish. I don’t need this.”
“Yes you do. You both look horrible.” you said glancing
between them. “What’s up with you lately?”
They didn’t answer this question either. When you were all
done with Hoseok you came up to Jackson. You were about to clean up his face
when he grabbed your hand.
“What?” you asked.
“We need to talk to you about something.”
“Yes we, as in me and Hoseok.”
“Okay.” you said putting the med kit down. “Then talk.”
You saw how Jackson looked at Hoseok and then back at you.
“Lately-“ Jackson began.
“I think I’m in love with you.” Hoseok interrupted.
“You heard me.”
“Is this some kind of joke?” you looked at Jackson for some
reassurance but found none.
“And that’s the thing we wanted to talk to you about,
because you see, oh fuck this is awkward, I think I like you too.”
“Are you being serious right now?” you asked trying not to
laugh. “I need something to drink.”
You went to the kitchen and could feel how their eyes
followed. If they are telling the truth than all of that strange behaviour was
because of you. No, no, no. They can’t have these types of feeling you have
been friends for too long. You searched your bar and took the bottle with the
highest percentage. After drinking a few shots you looked up and saw Jackson.
“Maybe you should slow down on this.” he said trying to take
the bottle from you.
“How about no.” you stated pouring another shot.
“Look, Y/N, the thing we wanted to talk to you about was
that we would like you to choose.” Hoseok explained walking into the kitchen.
“Neither.” you said taking another shot.
“Come on don’t be like that, we know you must also feel
You tried to glare at him but deep down you knew he was
telling the truth.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t.” you said raising another shot to
your mouth. This time however you were stopped.
“What if we help you decide?” Jackson asked.
You were about to ask what does he mean when Hoseok suddenly
picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?” you protested.
“Helping you decide.” he replied.
“As you wish.” he said throwing you onto the bed.
You wanted to know what they came up with but before you
could realize Hoseok pulled you up and kissed you. His lips were soft and warm
but you two were interrupted by Jackson walking in.
“Whoa, whoa not so fast cowboy!” he said pulling Hoseok off
To say that you were shocked was an understatement and maybe
it was the alcohol but you were completely lost as to what is going on.
“Could you two finally explain?”
“We make you feel good and the one who does it better get’s
to keep you.”
You just looked at them in disbelief. Are they really
suggesting you have sex with them. But you were already considering it. You bit
down on your lip. Yes, you have known them for a long time and yes, both of
them are extremely attractive. After a moment of silence you decided.
“Okay.” you said.
“Really?” they couldn’t believe you.
You stood up and went to the closet to get undressed.
“Let us help you with that.” Jackson said pushing you down
on the bed again. His strong hands quickly removed your shirt and your jeans
and to their delight you were only in your lingerie.
“So how do we do this?” Jackson asked Hoseok.
“Both? Yeah, I think both is good.” he replied taking his
shirt off, exposing his muscular chest which you couldn’t help but feel.
“Like what you see?” he smirked.
You noticed how Hoseok pulled lube out of nowhere.
“Wait a second, I didn’t agree to this.”
“Oh I think you did.” this time it was Hoseok who slipped
off your panties and took your bra.
“Look at that!” he whistled and your cheeks started to burn.
“Let’s get you ready.” he said pouring lube over his
He massaged around your other entrance and slowly put a
finger in to which you flinched.
“Careful.” Jackson said.
“I know what I’m doing, she’s just so tight. Have you never
been fucked this way before?” to which you nodded.
“How exciting! There is always first time for everything.”
he cooed starting to finger you.
You looked to the side and called Jackson over. You
commanded him to take of his pants and then slowly pulled down his boxers to
reveal his erection.
“I don’t want you to feel lonely.” you breathed pressing
your lips at the tip. You started kissing his erection up and down until
finally taking him in. You swirled you tongue around it making him cry out.
“Oh shit, Y/N. Don’t stop.”
You could feel Hoseok pouring more lube and sliding a second
finger in which made you gasp. Trying to focus back on Jackson you decide to use
both your hands and your mouth. You could hear your hole beginning to make
sloppy sounds to which Hoseok put his third finger in. You moaned and stopped
for a second to get some air. When you began sucking him off again you heard
how Jackson’s breathing became uneven.
“Oh fuck. I’m coming!” Jackson cried out. You decided to
swallow so you could feel what he tastes like. Jackson came down to your eye
level and kissed you passionately and deeply before crashing onto the bed.
You fell down besides him and as you did you felt how Hoseok
pulled the fingers out and tugged you closer to him.
“Now it’s finally my turn.” he said taking his dick out and
making sure to lube it.
He positioned himself and slowly pushed himself in. You put
your arms around his neck and started to leave small kisses along it. He looked
at you and bit down on your bottom lip. Hoseok was starting to set a pace and
you couldn’t help but moan.
“Gosh, you’re so sexy.” he breathed out and kissed you
You were panting heavily when all of a sudden Hoseok stopped
and pulled out.
“Agh, no don’t stop.” you pleaded.
“You look so cute when you’re begging.” Jackson said taking
you into his arms and making you sit on him. “You see, I also want a piece of
you and I’m pretty sure you’re already wet down here.” he said caressing your
You didn’t expect for his touch to feel this good so you
fell over him. He kissed softly and lifted you up, above his dick.
“Do you need help with that?” you quickly realize what he
was asking for and positioned his erection for a smooth entry. You couldn’t
wait any longer and just sank down his cock. Jackson groaned. He didn’t expect
you to be this fast. He put his hands on your ass and pushed you down deeper
which made you gasp. He started rocking his hips and pressed your foreheads
together to keep eye contact.
At this point Hoseok came for you again from behind. He
slammed hard into you which made you cry out of pleasure and dig your nails
into Jacksons shoulders.
Both of them managed to synchronize their pace which made
you a moaning mess. Jackson bit down on your neck and sucked hard which left
you a big purple hickey.
“Jackson.” you stuttered. “Don’t.”
“I have to mark you as mine.” he replied leaving more
“That’s not fair. Then I should leave one as well.” Hoseok
husked. Leaving marks on your shoulder from behind.
You could feel electricity going through your whole body as
your orgasm approached. Hoseok began pounding his hips quicker and harder till
you could feel him fill you up from behind.
“Agh fuck!” he groaned pulling out and falling over onto the
bed. Jackson used this opportunity to roll you over and finish everything him
being on top.
You both began panting heavily as Jackson thrust into you
for the last time.
“Oh God.” Jackson grunted trying not to fall on top of you.
You could feel the Earth stop spinning as everything
dissolved into pleasure. Jackson pulled out and fell down on the bed on the
All three of you were breathing shakily. You couldn’t
believe what just happened.
“So… Which one?” Hoseok asked.
“Well you both fucked me at the same time, so I guess we
will have to decide another time.” you replied pulling a blanket over the three
“Gosh, both of you always make me so tired.” you said
snuggling into Hoseok’s neck as Jackson hugged you from behind.
A/N: I don’t usually post smut cuz I believe I need to improve my smut writing skills but since this was requested… 🙈 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions, etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
Description: After years of separation, you run into your childhood best friend, only to have him not recognize you as you are no longer the pretty girl he had once explored the world with. With it now being Valentine’s Day, you find yourself trapped on a blind date, only to run into him at one of the nicest restaurants in town.
Happy birthday to @artsyhobi, I hope you enjoy this one! ♡
When Woozi meets a girl who’s really similar to him
Thank you for requesting! I’d love to write more Seventeen scenarios, so to all the Carats reading this: please send me requests for Seventeen when I’m accepting requests again! ^^ I hope this is to your liking and as always, please tell me if it isn’t~
my personality is totally different from the personality of the girl in this scenario so idk how good this is but i had fun writing this! ^^
Drama with fluff at the end because i could not leave it out i’m sorry
Requested by anon ♥
Jihoon groaned at the way his friends were admiring a girl. He tried his best to focus on his book but the continuous whispering and laughing his friends were doing was making him lose his focus.
They have such a weird taste in women, he thought, glancing at the girl they were so loud over.
Lee Jihoon, just another normal college student. Well, not exactly normal. He and his three friends were the most popular people at their college. Most of the girls had a crush on him or his friends. He had no interest in the girls who confessed to him so he always turned them down coldly. Even though he made it very clear that he didn’t want to date any of the girls who confessed to him, the confessions didn’t stop. Are we in high school or something? He asked himself every time a girl confessed to him in the most mainstream way ever: by asking him to come to a quiet place with him and confessing shyly.
And then you had appeared. Your behavior annoyed him more than anything. You walked around campus, looking cold. You had your friends but whenever he saw you, you were alone, studying or just looking around with an expressionless face. Most of the girls ignored you but a ton of guys drooled over you, not only because of your looks but also because of your personality that was very different from most of the girls there. You got confessed to every now and then. The guys used the cheesiest pick-up lines and lacked creativity. You were much like Jihoon when someone confessed to you: you coldly told them the truth about what you thought about them. You were actually even a little meaner than him.
Even though Jihoon found you extremely annoying, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat attracted to you. And that made him even more annoyed.
“I’d totally date her,” Soonyoung stated.
“Who wouldn’t?” Jun asked.
“Jihoon,” Wonwoo pointed at Jihoon.
Soonyoung and Jun turned to look at Jihoon. “Really?”
“Why would I date someone like her?” he asked, annoyed. “She’s annoying.”
“Have you talked to her?” Jun asked.
“No,” Jihoon calmly answered. “And wouldn’t even if I got the chance.”
“Well, that’s great. Less competition for me,” Jun grinned and got up from his chair before walking over to you. Jihoon and the other two watched as the situation went from Jun starting the conversation to you quickly shutting him down by saying something with an expressionless face. The situation was over in a matter of seconds and Jun returned to where the other three were sitting.
Jihoon opened his book and let out a sigh. A group of girls that was sitting behind him in the lecture hall was having a heated conversation about him. They thought he didn’t hear since he was wearing his earphones but they were so loud that he would have heard them even if the music was on full volume.
Someone sat down next to him and at first he didn’t pay attention on the person. He only turned around when he noticed who it was.
What the hell?
You sat there, flipping through the pages of your book. You had a bored expression on your face. After a bit you noticed him staring at you.
“What?” you asked. “Are you going to throw a cheesy, over-used pick-up line at me?”
“I wouldn’t do that even if you were the last person on earth,” he calmly answered.
You were a little surprised by his answer and it showed on your face, which he noticed.
“What?” Jihoon asked. “Were you hoping for me to say yes?”
“No,” you answered just as calmly as he had just now. “I was just surprised you didn’t.”
That was the end of your conversation. The lecture started and you two sat there, taking notes and listening to the teacher. You both thought the lecture was boring. Eventually you started to doodle in your notebook and he observed you from the corner of his eye without even noticing he was looking at you.
Weeks passed by and every time you were on the same lecture, you sat down beside him. He got used to it so he didn’t really mind you doing so after it had happened a few times. He actually found himself enjoying looking at you doodle in to your notebook. He didn’t admit it though, not even to himself.
One day you didn’t come to the lecture because you were sick. Jihoon wondered where you were and was unable to focus. He felt the need to know why you hadn’t showed up. The next day you did come to the lecture even though you weren’t feeling too good.
Jihoon kept taking glances at you during the lecture. “Why didn’t you come yesterday?” he asked in the end.
“I had a pretty bad fever,” you said and he could hear from your voice that you were still sick.
“And you’re all healed now?” he asked.
“No,” you stated. “But I still came.”
For the rest of the lecture you two were quiet and listened to the teacher. You weren’t exactly quiet though since you had a little bit of trouble breathing thanks to your clogged nose.
Jihoon put a few coins in to the vending machine and looked at the options. Before he could buy the drink he wanted to get, he noticed you sitting a little further away, holding a book. He tilted his head a little while looking at you.
She looks sick.
Cute, he chuckled subconsciously and when he realized what he had just thought, he shook his head, trying to forget about it. He turned back to the machine in front of him and after a few seconds of hesitation, he bought a drink. Once he got it he walked over to you. You didn’t notice him until he handed the drink to you. You took the drink and looked at him, a little surprised.
“What is this?”
“Can’t you read?” he asked, pointing at the drink’s label.
“I can,” you calmly said. “I mean you giving this to me. Are you trying to seduce me or something?”
“Keep dreaming,” he gave a laugh.
“Uh huh,” you said and focused on your book again, expecting him to leave.
Jihoon looked at you for a bit. “Get better soon. I don’t want to sit next to someone who keeps sniffling the whole lecture,” he said, trying to make the statement sound as cold as possible.
“Tsundere,” you said with a smirk.
“Shut up,” he nudged you with his elbow before walking away.
genre: fluff and just a little angst / stripper!au
pairing: you x jimin
word count: 3.5k
The next day rolled around much faster than you wish it would have. You didn’t get nervous often but when you did, it really seemed to affect you and your state of mind. At times, you have a loss for words, can’t concentrate, and get uncomfortable quickly. It wasn’t Jimin’s fault you got so nervous around him, he just had such an intimidating vibe that oozed off of him. You weren’t scared of how he was with you, it was just something new and unusual to you. Most guys were the complete opposite of Jimin but since Jimin was different, that probably had to be the reason why you were so attracted to him.
Jungkook, treated you right, for the most part. When you guys met in high school, it was truly, love at first sight. He was perfect in the beginning, just like Jimin was now. But, as time carried on, Jungkook changed. He was rarely around, always giving you excuses that he was “working late” or “out with friends.”
Part of you always had a feeling that Jungkook was cheating or at least did cheat, you could just never come to believe it but that changed one night when you walked in on him, tongue fucking some random girl.
Yes, you were stupid because he convinced you to stay with him and that he was just drunk. You loved Jungkook and couldn’t find it in your heart to stay upset with him. You talked out your feelings with him, about how he has changed and he seemed to really understand and change for the better and your relationship, as time progressed. Then you ended up pregnant and out of nowhere, he was gone. No texts, calls, or visits to come see you.
This whole thing with Jimin scared you. Not only because your job was on the line but so was your heart. You were so worried that if you gave so much to Jimin, just like you did with Jungkook, he would leave with no reason. You didn’t want to get attached to someone and then have your heart broken in the end as a result. People tended to leave you and the more you thought about why you could never seem to get an answer. Nothing was wrong with you, you just seemed to get too attached to people and expect so much and as soon as they find out what you expect, they are gone within seconds.
You liked Jimin, you really did. You were willing to try this out with him if you didn’t get caught. It’s just that, you are going to have to go through so much of trying to hide the actual relationship and you were scared that you’d get caught and loose your job and Jimin with it.
Jimin had called earlier, saying that he would be at your house around 7 pm to pick you up. What really impressed you about the whole thing, was that he showed up about 30 minutes early and escorted you out to a private car with bodyguards surrounding it. Just like he promised, he also paid the babysitter. He also gave her some money for a meal to order. Jae-Eun was already asleep when you left, so she didn’t really have to do much anyways, besides check up on him every so often. Jimin really seemed to have a lot of money, which was nice but you still didn’t know what he did for a job yet.
“You look absolutely, stunning,” Jimin said as he opened the door for you and made your way out of the car.
“Thank you.” You say quietly, with a shy smile.
Jimin seemed to notice whenever you put more effort into looking good. The thought of that flattered you because honestly when you were with Jungkook, he never complimented you or called you beautiful. He rarely ever said anything sweet to you, no matter how hard you tried to look decent for a date or special occasion.
You didn’t blame Jimin though, you knew you looked good. As cocky as that sounds, you were sure of it. You wore a red dress that hugged your hips nicely, you had on a nice pair of black high heels on, and your make-up and hair were done elegantly. The dress you had on, was expensive. You’d never be able to afford it now but before your dad passed away, he bought it for you as a birthday gift. So not only was it a truly beautiful dress, it was also something that meant a lot to you since it came from your dad.
You start walking to the door and Jimin places his hand on your back, making you relax. He seemed to sense that you were nervous and just that little move, made your heart skip a beat but also helped you loosen up.
“Don’t be nervous, Y/N, it’s just you and me tonight.” He soon says in a whisper before opening the door for you and motioning for you to walk in.
He was right. There was nobody in the restaurant except a waiter that kindly greeted you and escorted you to the back of the dining room. Jimin must’ve reserved the whole damn place to himself and you because nobody was in sight. The place was beautiful, though. It was big and had tons of different paintings placed on the walls. Speaking of walls, they were painted black with a gold trimming. There was a huge, silver chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The best part of it all was the feeling you got from the place. It was quiet but peaceful and helped you relax even more even though you were still nervous.
Jimin walked quickly ahead of you and pulled the chair out for you to sit on. His smile returning as he motioned for you to sit down.
He looked good, as always. He was wearing a white button up, with a black vest that had spike looking gems around the collar of it. Not a lot of guys could pull off the hat that he was wearing but Jimin could surely not only pull it off but also look crazy handsome in it, times a million.
Jimin always left you speechless when you saw him, which has only been three times but when you did, he always looked outrageously attractive. His eyes that you always got lost in. His lips that were tinted with a rose pink color but still extremely eye catching because of how big they were. The way he smiled when he talked to you, leaving you in what seemed like a daydream. His hair and how it either fell perfectly above his eyebrows or was parted and up and how shiny it looked. Most of the time you found yourself trying to resist the urge to just reach out and touch his perfectly sculpted face.
He soon sat down after he talked to the waiter and fixated his look onto you and nothing else, not that there was really much to look at anyways besides artwork.
But to him, you were the artwork.
“So, Y/N, how are you feeling?” He asks, starting up the conversation. His voice made you shudder. It was so soft and honey-like.
“I’m feeling pretty good, just a little nervous that’s all.” You reply as you finally find the courage to look up to his sparkling eyes. It wasn’t even bright out and his eyes glowed with so much admiration and awe.
“Are you sure?” He pauses but then continues while he leans in closer to you. "You seem to be pretty nervous. Are you scared? Or is this how you always are, because when I saw you at work, you sure weren’t acting like this.“
Well, obviously, you wanted to say. He didn’t understand that you were basically breaking the rules, just by seeing him. When you were on stage, your whole charisma changed, it had to. You couldn’t be shy or scared while performing because that would mean you’d do a poor job. You had to be confident, fierce, and sexy, or the tips would be shit.
“Yes, Jimin. I’m nervous, okay?” You say quietly once again, before bringing your gaze back down to the table. “This is all just so new. I’m sorry.”
You heard him slowly move back and he speaks up again, of course saying the most heart warming thing he could possibly say.
“Just look at me. You have nothing to worry about. I don’t know what it is you are scared about but if you want to talk about it, we can. If you don’t, well then, that is okay too. I can always tell you about myself or you can tell me about you because after all, that is what we are here for, isn’t it?”
You nod and feel his thumb on your chin as he makes you move your head up to look at him. As much as you wanted to keep looking down, you couldn’t. He was smiling and the sight of that made you relax.
“Okay.” You whisper. He nods and waves his hand at the waiter, signaling him to bring water, before bringing his attention back to you.
“So, what shall it be then?” He asks.
“Can I ask you a question? You suddenly say, out of nowhere. He nods while saying thank you to the waiter as he sets down two glasses of water.
It’s been on your mind for the past couple of weeks, about why he was at the strip club in the first place. Jimin was stunning, he could truly get any girl he wanted at anytime he wanted. Even if he was at the club just out of boredom, of all girls, why would he pick you? There were plenty of girls that were way prettier than you, had better bodies than you, and normally stood out much more than you, so why was he so attracted to you and not them?
“Why were you at the club in the first place?”
You saw Jimin shake his head while lightly laughing. “The only reason I was there was because my friends; Jin, Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi all convinced me to go with them. Strip clubs aren’t my forte, honestly. I was just there with some friends but then I saw you and here we are.”
Oh. My. God. Hearing that come out of his mouth, made you that much more attracted to him. He was perfect. Insanely, perfect. The fact that he was just there because his friends wanted him to go and he wasn’t there because he was looking for an opportunity to get laid, made your heart smile. If Jimin and you ever did become a ‘thing’, you were 100% positive you wouldn’t want him going to strip clubs. This whole thing made him seem to be that much better, than any guy you’ve ever met.
“Oh.. Well that’s nice to know.” You say while taking a sip of water. Who were you kidding, that was really nice to know.
“Yeah. If you don’t mind me asking again, why exactly are you working there?”
This topic was really a tough one to talk about. You were just so scared of the reaction you’d get from people and now, a guy that you were already crazy about, was asking you. You had nothing to do but tell him the story and if he ran out on you, there’s nothing you could do about it.
You let out a shaky sigh and force yourself to begin telling him. “About a year ago,” You pause while closing your eyes, then opening them again. “I got pregnant. Two months later after the dad found out, he left me in the dust. Ever since then, I’ve been working at the club. It was my only choice.”
Jimin was shaking his head, obviously infuriated, not with you either but with Jungkook. “Seriously? What kind of sick fuck- Uh, oops, sorry for the bad language,” He pauses softly giggling at himself. “What kind of sick man,” He emphasized the word “man.” He shook his head at himself as if he was at loss of words. “What am I saying? You aren’t a man of you walk out on a lady, let alone a pregnant one.“
His words always made you blush. Even if he was talking about Jungkook, he always knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. You appreciated a man with a filter because Jungkook did NOT have one. He always said what he wanted, even if that mean hurting your feelings with it.
“Yeah, you are right.” You agree with his statement. “I guess I am just scared, if I get too close or attached to you, you will walk out on me like he did.” You say before thinking. You definitely didn’t want to come off needy, or desperate, but of course, you just did.
Jimin tilts his head to the side before smiling at you. There was no doubt in your mind that he actually looked like an angel when he smiled.
“Y/N, I’d never leave you like that. I would never leave you in the first place. I know I don’t know much about you, but I do know that this dick head is surely missing out on one amazing woman, that I now get the pleasure to look at and admire because he obviously didn’t if he just walked out on you like that.”
His words made butterflies form in your stomach as you continue looking at him.
“Thank you. But enough about me, what do you do? What’s your story?” You wanted to switch subjects. You found yourself relaxing, which was good because you had to admit, you were really tense before this whole thing.
The waiter brings over two menus. You bow your head slightly and take one from his hand before opening the menu and deciding on what you want within in a couple of minutes, while Jimin was doing the same.
Jimin set down the menu and placed both of his hands into a V shape, cupping his own cheeks. “Well, what do you want to know?” He asks as a smile creeps up onto his face.
“Nothing in particular, just about you, your job, your past, I guess.”
“Well, I was working at a bank. My father owned it but he just recently passed away so, now I own it and I’m the CEO. I have an older brother but he lives California with his wife. My mom is also living in California and here I am. That’s it, there’s nothing really much to me.” He gives you a warming smile and types into the Ipad on the table, what he wants for his meal. “What do you want to eat? You tell him you want the chicken salad and watch as he carefully types in the order.
Well, that explains why he has so much money. It was nice to know that the two of you had something to relate on. Both of you had lost your fathers, so you could both understand the feelings that came with it.
“I see. I also lost my father a little less than half a year ago.” You say, reassuring to him that you understood. You could see the pain in his eyes when he was talking about his father. They seemed to have a close relationship, just like you and your dad had.
“Oh, I am sorry to hear that Y/N” His voice was sympathetic and sweet. His face softened as he looked at you, leaving you almost gone for words. His gaze never failed to make your face heat up, it was just so intense.
“Don’t be. I’m sorry for your loss too, Jimin"
He winked at you before saying “Don’t be.“
Sooner than later, the food arrived and you ate in a comfortable silence. Every now and then Jimin looked up at you, smiling away before moving his gaze back down to his plate. When you finished your food, the two of you continued talking.
You found out that Jimin was the high school quarterback of the football team all throughout the four years. He explained to you that his mother was also not the most supportive. You told him pretty much everything about yourself and what had happened with Jungkook. Jimin never took his eyes off of you, once you had finished eating. He never pulled out his phone to check his notifications, let alone the time and made it clear that he was listening to you. You saw him shake his head every now and then to let you know that he understood your past and why you were doing what you were doing now as a job.
The fact that Jimin didn’t judge you once, or was judging but didn’t make it obvious, flattered you, a lot. Jimin was beyond ideal and never said anything that hurt your feelings or made you feel bad. Although it was rare, if you did go on a date with a guy and they asked what you did, they made you feel so bad about doing it. They would always ask "Why can’t you just work at a restaurant?” or “Why can’t you get ahold of the dad, so he can pay child support?” They didn’t understand that; One, stripping made you really fast and easy money, compared to a normal cashier or waitress job. Two, they also didn’t understand the fact that, no matter how hard you tried, Jungkook would never pay to support the kid, even if it was his.
“Y/N?” Jimin asks quietly before placing his right hand on the table, with his palm facing up. He grabs your hand with his left and places it onto his, securing his grip onto it. His hand was warm and fit perfectly over yours.
Once again, this little move worked you up just enough to have your heart thumping in your chest. You didn’t dare to take your hand out of his. He looked at you so softly and held your hand like it was some fragile piece of glass and spoke up again.
“You are so beautiful and simply an amazing, strong, and great woman. Don’t let this one guy, close your heart to another, more specifically, me. I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never use anything you tell me now and hold it against you. I know you’ve told me before that you have had to get paid for sex and I hate the fact that such a special girl has to do that because of some asshole. If we do become anything, please do know I would never hurt you like that, Okay?”
“Okay.” You reply, slowly taking everything in. Your heart felt at ease with everything he just said but of course, he had to add more.
“I know you are struggling now, so I will give you $500 each month to help support you and your child.”
As soon as he said that, you felt like sobbing right then and there. As sudden and big this whole thing was, that meant no more prostitution and fewer hours of stripping. $500 was your whole month’s rent and then some. Jimin would never know how grateful you were and as much as you wanted to object and never take that amount of money from someone, you couldn’t. You needed that money and Jimin would be able to provide it, even if you weren’t dating.
You practically jumped out of your seat as soon as those words left Jimin’s mouth. You got up and forcefully attached your arms around his neck. He stood up and you felt him squeeze his arms around you. The way he held you made you feel safe and secure, something you have lacked the feeling of, for a long time.
“C'mon, I’ll take you home.” He says.
You two exit the restaurant and about 15 minutes later, reach your house. Just like he did before, he leaves the car first and then rushes to the other side, opening the door for you. He walks you up to your front door with you and smiles at you. You can’t help but wrap your hands around him again, leaning and resting your head in the crook of his neck.
“Thank you, Jimin. You seriously have no idea how much this will help me.”
“Someone has to support you and be a dad to Jae-Eun and if that asshole, who’s name I don’t know yet, won’t be, I will.”
Everytime Percy and Annabeth go out, Percy is completely oblivious to the stares and the heads turning to ogle him. He only has eyes for Annabeth.
Annabeth of course notices the appreciative looks he gets from girls and sometimes, guys. When she mentions this to Percy, he looks extremely baffled. “I don’t know…I guess they liked my panda shirt?”, he says.
Annabeth has to try really hard to stop herself from tackling her dorky, clueless boyfriend with a huge hug.
(Spoiler Alert: She fails - this display of affection in turn attracts more jealous whispers and envious sighs from everyone else, along with creating a blushing Percy)
“meeting the boys at like a meet and greet or something and whispering “hi daddy” or something like that to ethan and him being shook and yeah, ethan’s daddy kink will be the death of me - your fav ethan girl, sam”
Warnings: Mention of daddy but not much else
A/N: Y/S/N-Your sister’s name. Thanks for all the notes on my first imagine you guys! Means a lot to me! Requests are OPEN!
I did not want to get up this morning, but I needed to. I had to meet my sister to go over some stuff for her wedding this summer. Thankfully we were meeting at Starbucks and her fiancé works there so we get discounts. I crawled out of bed and walked to my closet. I didn’t want to dress too fancy but I also didn’t want to look too bummy in case the cute barista Kyle was working. I decided to wear an oversized powder blue t-shirt with black leggings. I applied a little amount of eyeliner and baby pink lip gloss. I brushed my hair down hoping it wouldn’t frizz to terribly. I threw my black vans on and ran down the stairs and out the door muttering ‘bye’ to my mom who was standing in the kitchen with my dad. I felt the cold wind brush my skin. I sucked in a breath, wishing I had grabbed a jacket. Thankfully, Starbucks was about a 5 minute walk from my house so I didn’t see any reason to grab one. After all, the high for today is 70°F degrees so I’m not too worried. Hopefully the walk will warm me up.
I was wrong. The weather was getting chillier than normal. I could feel my teeth slightly chatter. I checked my weather app on my phone which read 54°F. Thankfully I could see the Starbucks in the distance. Instead of ordering a caramel frappucino I decided I’ll get something a little bit warmer. I pulled open the glass door and I saw my sister inside wearing her varsity jacket and glasses. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and her black framed glasses rested near the tip of her nose. I made my way to the barista who was smiling at me.
“Hey Kyle.” I said blushing a bit. His dark slicked back hair looked really good in his green hat. His dark eyes and big hands grabbed a venti cup as he wrote my name.
“Hey Y/N! Caramel frap extra whip?” He asked me and I shook my head. “What? Y/N are you okay?” He asked setting the cup and marker down. I could hear my sister laughing from a few tables away.
“Yes I’m fine but it’s also -2 outside so I’m feeling something on the warm side.” I said looking up at the menu. “Ooo a white chocolate mocha latte sounds good. I would like that.” I smiled as his marker wrote on the paper cup. I paid the discounted price and I went over and sat with my sister. “There the soon to be bride!” I exclaimed and she covered her face.
“Hopefully we can pick dresses and flower arrangements today. The colors are pink and charcoal so the guys will have pink boutonniere and the gals will have pink bridesmaid dresses. And you Y/N will wear a charcoal dress with a pink bow around the waist, yes?” My sister says and I scroll through all of my social medias on my phone. Y/S/N was still talking and going on and on about this wedding this August. I didn’t really care at this point. I would rather be at home in my warm bed watching 13 Reasons Why. I was scrolling through twitter when I saw one of my favorite twins had tweeted.
@ethandolan: Just finished editing the video for this week you guys. Probably Gray and I’s favorite so far! See you on Tuesday!
I smiled at my phone. “Hello?” I snap out of my thoughts and look at my sister puzzled. Her eyebrows were furrowed like she was confused but her lips were in a flat line as if she knew I wasn’t paying any attention. “Y/N have you been listening to me at all?” Y/S/N asked and I decided to lie.
“Of course Y/S/N! You and Tyler want flowers at your wedding.” I saved and she rolled her eyes, obviously not impressed.
“Tyler’s mom is allergic to daisies. We want orchids. Gosh if I would have known you were going to be on your phone the whole time I would have just invited mom to help me.” Y/S/N lectured me when I heard the sweetest sound.
“White chocolate mocha for Y/N.” Tyler, sister’s fiance, says and I look at my sister. I hear her huff as I stand from my seat. I walked to the bar and grabbed the little plastic piece you can stick in the mouth hole to keep you hot drinks from spilling. I decided I wanted to add some milk to tone the heat down. I looked around before I saw the touch up station which had sugars, cream, milk, etc. so you can make your coffee how you wanted.
As I was pouring my milk into my drink to help cool it down, I heard the bell ring signalling someone had walked into the store. I turned my head and I almost dropped the milk when I see two familiar faces. Ethan and Grayson Dolan had just walked into Starbucks. The Starbucks I go to on a weekly basis. The Starbucks my soon-to-be brother-in-law works.
“Eth what do you want?” Grayson asks as they both walk up to the menu. He was wearing a black snapback and a long sleeved shirt with jeans. Obviously he knew it was chilly outside today. I am shook right now. I look around to see the only people in the Starbucks is my sister, me, baristas (like 5), the twins, and some old guy. This was my chance.
“Caramel frappuccino extra whip? Why do you even ask.” He says as he runs his fingers through his hair. He was wearing his 4OU hoodies and some sweats. He must have been at his house just chilling and editing when he probably got a craving. He looked extremely attractive right now. I was about to ask for a picture until my sister snaps at me.
“Y/N!” I heard my sister snap. I look towards her and I notice the boys also look my direction. Embarrassed, I scurried off to my seat across from my sister and I’m basically hyperventilating. I want to go up and ask for a picture because how often does this happen? Never! Ethan and Gray don’t casually always come to the same Starbucks as me. Then again, I don’t want to bother them. They are probably just getting coffee and leaving to go finish for the video for Tuesday. My sister looked towards the twin and then mouthed ‘is that them?’ to me. I nodded and put my finger over my mouth signalling her to please not say anything. “Go ask for a picture.” She says and I shake my head. She looked back at the twins who were talking and waiting for their coffee.
“Y/S/N please.” I begged.
“Hey!” She shouts and the boys turn their head towards us. “Are you guys the youtube kids?” She asks and I bury my face in my hand. I could feel my cheeks changing temperature from a nice cool to fire burning red right about now.
“Yeah I’m Gray and this is Ethan. We just finished this week’s video it will be up Tuesday.” He says smiling at me. Ethan was smiling at me too and I blushed even harder.
“That blush is super cute just saying.” Ethan says and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know what to say.
“Excuse me?” I said and Ethan laughed again.
“Your face is as red as Winnie The Pooh’s shirt. I said it was cute.” He says changing his posture to be standing taller.
“T-Thanks. It’s nat-natural.” I said awkwardly stuttering. Ethan kept smiling. He even licked his lip, cracking a wider smile.
“Sorry she doesn’t get out much and plus she’s a big fan.” Y/S/N said and I lightly hit her
Shoulder which made Ethan laugh.
“Haha don’t worry about it. We’ve had girls who were hysterically crying to the loudest most boisterous people ever so we’ve seen it all. What’s your name?” Grayson asks us with a smile.
“Y/N.” I replied smiling.
“Well Y/N would you like a picture? Your sister can be in it too if she wants.” Grayson asks and my sister looks at me.
“I wouldn’t but she would.” My sister points to me. She pulls out her phone and Grayson stands in front of the muffins and other baked goods.
“Come on Y/N.” Ethan says as he pulls out my chair making me get up. I stand to my feet and walk over to them smiling. My sister follows and stands a few feet in front of us.
We take normal pictures, funny pictures, even pictures of them kissing my cheeks. They were honestly the sweetest most down to earth guys I have ever met. We even did a picture where they picked me up sideways and held me. That one took a few shots because we all kept laughing.
“Dolans!” The barista shouts.
“I got it.” Grayson says leaving just Ethan and I by ourselves. I looked at Ethan who was smiling which made me smile.
“Sorry for being awkward earlier and thanks for the picture.” I said picking at my jeans. He chuckled throwing his head back.
“Don’t worry about it. Want to do another picture? Just us two?” He asks and I nod. I pull out my phone and angle it up. This was my chance. I was never going to see them again and I was just going to be any other fan. Ethan kisses my cheek and I snap the picture. I showed Ethan and he nodded his head. “Make sure to tweet that to me so I can follow you and so I can have it on my phone. I love meeting fans.” Ethan says as Grayson walks up with coffees.
“E we have to get going. It was nice to meet you Y/N.” Grayson says giving me a hug. I hugged him back of course. I turned to Ethan. Now or never. I lean in for a hug.
“Thanks daddy.” I whispered in his ear. I could feel him freeze. I pulled away with a kiss on his cheek. I heard him gulp as I pulled away from him. “Hey Y/S/N ready to go?” I hollered at my sister not even worrying about the shocked Ethan that was standing still. “Hopefully I’ll see you guys around!” I said with a wave. Grayson waved back and Ethan stood frozen in his place.
Am I the only one who finds Yugie EXTREMELY attractive here?? I know its an old video but he just looks soooo damn good I keep on going back to the video just to look at his pretty face. Other than wanting to watch him dance freestyle of course💕
How it would be mx date a badass independent girl, but really cute and attentive with them? (Minhyuk, Kihyun, I.M and Jooheon) btw, love your blog! 😘😘
Them dating a badass girl who’s cute with them in private (Minhyuk, Kihyun, I.M & Jooheon)
Minhyuk; Minhyuk would love to date someone like that only because he has said that his ideal type is someone who is opposite of him. Minhyuk is extremely energetic and affectionate and he doesn’t hide it, so dating a badass girl who is independent would mesmerize him, he would love it. When he saw that you were actually cute and affectionate in person, that would make him love you even more.
“Jagi, i never knew you had that side to you!”
Be ready to be showered with skinship lmao.
Kihyun; He’d be really, really attracted to your badass, independent side. He said he wants someone who is cute, so his mission was to bring that cute side of you out. He was really surprised when he didn’t have to do much at all, as your cute, affectionate side came out in private. He’d love it so much, it would make him feel very special since he was the only guy you ever were like this with, and with others you were just cold and badass.
“Come here, Y/N~ Give me a kiss. Another one. One more..”
Jooheon; You two would be the power couple. He too, looks extremely badass, cold and scary, but in reality he’s an adorable sweetheart. You two would make the ultimate couple since the two of you are so alike. I feel like his ideal type would be someone who looks strong and independent, but is very cute and affectionate in private, so it’s a 10/10.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby. You’re so adorable!”
If you think he’s ever gonna let you go from his arms, think again lol.
I.M; He, just like Jooheon, also looks badass and cold, so you two would be the couple that everyone knows, and is scared of. Little did everyone knew though, you two would he super cute and affectionate with eachother in private, kisses and hugs everywhere. If he was playing video games, you’d be in between his legs with your back to his chest. You two would be all over each other, and it would be the most adorable thing ever.
* Request: I was wondering if you could do a John Laurens imagine where you are Washington’s daughter and you rush into one of his meetings without knowing he was in one and you meet John. Then you meet again at the winter ball and it’s like helpless.
A/N: Done! And now proof read. Thanks to everyone who liked it and told me it was good. It was shit. Like the grammatical errors made me cringe. But its all better now! It’s easier to enjoy!
Word Count: 3, 470
You strolled through your house. You needed to see your father for a moment but you really should’ve thought about things for a minute. There was a war on and your dad was the general. He’d have very important meetings all the time. However, you waltzed right to the door of his office and barged in without even knocking. You froze in the doorway when you realized your father was talking with two young soldiers. “Oh. Sorry.” You squeaked. You knew you should back out of the room but you were frozen in embarrassment.
“Uh, Washington? Who’s that?” The shorter of the two men asked.
“Is that important Hamilton?” He asked the man. Hamilton. Of course. Alexander Hamilton. You heard your dad talk about him a lot. Hell, your dad praised the man as almost as much as he did you. He spoke of him like the son he never had.
“Well, I guess its not important. But Alexander and I are very curious Sir.” The other man spoke up. He was just staring at you with a strange look on his face.
“Seriously, Laurens?” Your dad asked him. John Laurens. Another name you heard a lot. According to your father he was a young soldier with a lot of potential. You thought you can add extremely attractive to the description. He had freckles spotting his face and his hair was full of tight curls. You could only tell because a few strands had fallen free of the pony tail he was sporting.
Here is my official first chapter for the House of Beasts!
Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half.
An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.
Word Count: 2038 words
Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.
Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever
Part 1: Parties
I looked across the
lush grounds of Prythian University, my cotton robe tucked tightly around
the curves of my figure, and I sighed at the wonderfully gorgeous campus that swept across my view. Students walked along, talking together, backpacks strung
over their shoulders and heavy books bound to their arms. Autumn kissed the trees
that dotted the grounds, leaves collecting within the tracks of students’
footprints. The fall air caressed my skin blissfully and I closed my eyes.
It had been 6 months since
I’d moved into Spring House. The six happiest months of my existence, probably.
honestly i feel so isolated and broken for being the only person among all of my friends to be a lesbian. like not being attracted to men feels like an insanely rare thing? and im extremely penis repulsed and all my friends mock me for it and it feels so shitty. like i love all my queer friends and shit but honestly at this point i’m so desperate to identify w someone that i gotta call up my straight dude friend because he’s actually cooler about how i think and feel than all my bi friends?? im only posting this here in case any lesbians want to share their experiences with me so i dont feel so loathsome
I have a prompt for 00q: Q is on a date with someone and it’s going
pretty awful. It’s one of those dates where the person is so full of
themselves and just talks about them and are all around insufferable.
So, Q is trapped in this date. Meanwhile, Bond is at the same place
they are, and happens to over hear it and decides to more or less
rescue this poor, suffering, and very cute man from his horrendous
date. (Bond & Q don’t know each other). And cuteness after rescue
ensues. Thank you!! – anon
was honestly debating bashing his head against the table in a
desperate escape bid.
was mindnumbingly tedious. A lawyer with a perfectly good balance
sheet and absolutely nothing to talk about beyond himself and his
very, very small world. Q had managed to get as far as explaining
that ‘Q’ was indeed his real name (legally, anyway) and that he
worked in the civil service, but that was about it.
and got a first, of course, expected nothing less…”
I got a starred first, top of the year,” Q dropped in, spearing the
last of his bland chicken dish, “and I started uni three years
paused for one moment, looking utterly affronted.
mind,” Q completed, and ate the chicken. Michael took one more
second to be offended, and then returned back to his own university
successes with gusto.
voice came from behind him; Q twisted around curiously, Michael
half-oblivious in the midst of his own story, and saw a man he didn’t
even vaguely recognise. “Yes?”
I knew it was you. How are you?” the man said brightly, and leaned
in, covering his whisper in Q’s ear: “Follow my lead.”
struck through Q’s entire body, rippling. “Hello! I’m great,
thanks, it’s been ages, hasn’t it?”
or two, I think,” the man nodded, grinning.
noticed, very abruptly, that the man just happened to be fucking
gorgeous. Blonde, blue eyes,
muscular, toned, just, everything Q could ever want in a man was
staring at him and saving him from the ultimate Date From Hell.
nnga,” Q managed.
Michael asked from behind him, voice distinctly frosty. “Care to
stranger looked over to Michael, and flashed a grin. “Bond. James
Bond. Q and I, we go way
back, don’t we?”
Q agreed, not really trusting himself to speak all that much. This
was not his area of
expertise. “Way back.”
I know this is going to sound a bit bizarre,” Bond said slowly,
“but I was actually planning to get in touch with you again. I’ve
been… thinking. And I was stupid to let you go so easily.”
was fairly certain he’d started to blush up to his hairline, and then
continuing across his entire scalp, crimson. “You…”
miss you, Q,” Bond continued, fixing aforementioned blue eyes on Q,
and causing another strange whimpery sort of noise to occur. “And
it breaks my heart to see you with another man, even somebody as
clearly worthy as him.”
was beginning to get the idea that perhaps the date was nearing an
me back, Q. Forgive me.”
I should probably be off,” Michael announced, already standing, out
of his depth and extremely eager to disappear as soon as possible;
the new arrival was not somebody he could hope to compete with, and Q
was visibly being unspooled by him. “It was nice to get to know you
a bit, Q. If you ever change your mind…”
know where to find you,” Bond completed coolly, effectively
dismissing the other man.
thank you,” Q managed, when words started to happen again. “You
you like to share dessert with me?” Bond asked, cutting Q off. “I’m
not expecting anything, I won’t be offended – only, I could
overhear most of your conversation. I’m eating alone. And you’re both
extremely attractive and very intelligent.”
slightly garbled sound from Q, which managed to make the shape of:
“yes please, that would be lovely,” although the coherence was
smiled in a way that Q feel slightly dizzy, and handed him the
dessert menu, before crossing to sit where Michael had a moment ago,
a new and beautiful apparition.
Request: “A Josh AU where you’re really good friends with Jordan, but you’re really chill about his brother being in twenty one pilots, but when Josh comes home he’s interested in you and you think he’s cool but you don’t want to make Jordan uncomfortable…? Idk specifics sorry, something along those lines? Thank you x.“
(A/N): Good news I‘m not dead, bad news I‘m not dead. I hope this is not all too atrocious x
“Aw look J, it‘s the size of your dick“ you snicker, gesturing towards the tootsie roll you‘ve just picked up.
Jordan looks up from the book, he‘s been concentrating on, to catch a glimpse at you; smiling wryly as he lays eyes on the tiny piece of candy in your hand. “Very funny“ he mumbles and quickly puts his focus on the page in front of him again.
“I‘m bored. Let‘s do something fun!“ you suggest enthusiastically, swinging your legs back and forth while sitting steadily on the kitchen counter. The curly headed guy sitting at the kitchen island across from you doesn‘t avert his gaze from the book. “No“
Unwilling to give up, you try to get his attention by throwing several tootsie rolls at him. Just as the hard candy hits his head, he lets go of the pencil in his grip out of frustration and starts to massage his temples in order to restrain himself. No more than seconds later, he lets out a final sigh and shoots a defeated look at you. “Could you please stop distracting me? I would very much appreciate that“
I’m not one for nsfw, so I made this as sfw as possible… so it became more turn ons than kinks. This is as nsfw as it’s ever gonna get, kiddos. Thank you for waiting so patiently - I hope this is alright for you, friend ♡
Warning for extremely mild nsfw? Maybe can’t even be considered nsfw? lol
I Need Your Love
Noctis is very simple when it comes to things that make him long for his partner even more. One very specific, yet slightly odd, thing he is extremely attracted to is the smell after his s/o takes a shower. Whether it’s in the air or on them, it drives him crazy. He absolutely loves the scent - it’s warm, familiar, and makes him lust after them in ways unexplainable. Noct is also definitely one for cuddling. Even though he can be a bit cold and awkward at times, he loves having his partner curled up next to him. Being able to have his arms around them and his fingers making circles and strokes on their back is like a drug to him - the feel of their body against his practically sets him on fire.
Nothing makes Prompto want his partner more than seeing them happy. When they laugh or even just smile, his heart begins to race. They’re so beautiful when they’re happy. A key way for his partner to be sure to have him melt is through simple acts of affection. Cuddles, kisses, hugs, hand holding - Prompto is a sucker for it all. He adores when his partner says sweet things to him. And no, I don’t mean dirty things. I mean things like “your laugh is so cute” or “I can’t believe you’re mine.” An extremely guilty pleasure of his is when his partner plays with his hair. The way their fingers run through his hair, twirling the locks around them, gently ruffling it, is enough to make him fall to pieces. Being one for physical affection, you can be sure Prompto will be quick to repay any of these acts with wandering hands on their hips or the small of their back and soft kisses to their lips and neck, obviously hoping for more.
Ignis’s major turn on is personality. If you have a personality that fits what he’s attracted to, he’s yours. He loves being able to hear the cheer in his partner’s voice, feel their gentle touch, and combat their sass and intelligence. He finds intelligence extremely sexy. Not the arrogant, smarter than him anyone in the room intelligence. He loves the quiet smarts that aren’t so in your face, but emerge when needed. Other than a cheerful, gentle, sharp-minded partner, Iggy is one for touches. But not PDA - he can’t stand that. He appreciates the small, soft touches; the ones that only he will notice. A touch to his leg, arm, shoulder, you name it. Even fixing his hair if it’s slightly out of place works like a charm. All of these things cause Ignis to forget his wits and have a mind focused completely on his partner.
Let’s be real. Gladdy is easy to please. Look at him the right way and he’d be more than happy to take you then and there.
For specifics though, Gladio finds it extremely attractive when his partner wears his clothes. There’s something about seeing how small they are compared to him that makes him feel like he’s their mighty protector or something. Plus, after they wear them, his clothes carry their scent for a while. Unlike Ignis, Gladio is all about that PDA. He wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest to make out with his partner in public, even though he’d get a lot of eye rolls from the guys and Iris. Gladdy just really doesn’t care what other people think. If he wants his partner, he’s going to make it known, even if he can’t really do anything beside kiss them at the time. Getting touched brings Gladio’s desires to a whole new level - he falls hard and fast when his upper arms are touched, even faster when it’s chest. A sure way to make him putty in your hands is by lightly touching his chest - his pecs specifically - then slowly working your hands up to behind his neck and down his shoulders to his arms. Gladdy will definitely repay you for that one.
summary:im jaebum was a chronic headache. a smart, annoyingly good-looking, pretentious know-it-all that smelt like heaven sort of headache. like most trust fund babies; he was rich, he was popular, he was too smart for his own good, and he was sitting right in front of you, blocking your view of the slides with his big, stupid, attractive head.
i’ve postedbefore about why i think sunny is genuinely building toward endgame macdennis and not simply engaging in queerbaiting, and i’ve touched on this specific point before but like. queerbaiting originated as a writing and marketing strategy within pieces of media that stood to benefit financially from cultivating the emotional investment of shippers. supernatural, merlin, and teen wolf all come to mind - shows that catered to audiences of primarily women, and primarily queer women who write fanfiction and care deeply about lgbt representation.
sunny is not that type of show. sunny’s audience is not that type of audience. like, the showrunners are aware that they have an lgbt audience; they felt that mac coming out would be “a societal good.” but all of us - the ~500 gays sitting on the internet screaming about macdennis day in and day out - we are not the show’s target audience. i don’t even know that we’re a statistically significant chunk of the total viewership. there are 424 macdennis fics on ao3 and 64487 deancas fics. both shows started airing in the same year.
i guess the point i’m trying to make is that it doesn’t make much sense to talk about “baiting” when it’s plainly obvious that the vast majority of viewers don’t have any particular interest in taking the bait. like, okay, when i posted my craigslist ad asking for a fellow macdennis shipper to let me watch the finale with them, saying “i think they’re finally going to make macdennis canon,” the ad hit reddit, and this was what sunny’s target audience had to say:
“Wait, so is Dennis gay too?” “I think Dennis just gets off to other people being attracted to him”
“I don’t think Dennis cares what he sticks his dick in, as long as he is in control.”
“Definitely not gay, but very possibly bisexual. Either way, dude’s crazy about sex. I really don’t think he’d hook up with Mac though.”
“I’ll be extremely surprised if [Macdennis] actually happens.”
“I mean, I’ve been watching and I haven’t really picked up on anything that would lead me to this Dennis/Mac thing. Did I miss something?” “I don’t think so. Except that Mac did something nice for Dennis last episode and he’s now openly gay. But that’s not really anything.”
“Gay/bi people on tumblr really want it to happen. I search for IASIP discussion on there and there are certain blogs that are dedicated to it.They think reddit is homophobic too, and will hate it. Side note: they also hate the Dennis is a serial killer theory. I guess because it competes against their Dennis is gay/bi theory? They’re strange people.”
“The reason I would hate Mac/Dennis is not because I’m homophobic, but because it would come out of nowhere and be totally out of character for both of them.”
“Mac’s coming out was really organic. Dennis doing the same would feel forced and teetering on pandering. Although they have laid some groundwork to make a future hookup/drunken one night stand possible.”
“Mac coming out made perfect sense because from the beginning of the series it was established that he was (probably) gay. Dennis is a complete sexual enigma, and he’s a far more interesting character that way.”
“I’ve seen that more in the context of a “brotherly” relationship gone a little too far than anything sexual. If they manage to pull off Mac/Dennis in a way that’s funny and makes sense instead of just pandering to the tumblr crowd, I’m all for it.”
“Well it’s always been pretty evident Mac is in love with Dennis, I just don’t see Dennis reciprocating.”
“Dennis is definitely arrogant enough to pretend to be gay just because Mac thinks he’s a god.”
“If they make Mac/Dennis canon I think it’ll be a one time thing like Charlie and Dee. If that happens, I don’t think the whole dynamic of the show is going to change just because they hooked up once. Lol.”
“Mac is clearly into Dennis. Dennis knows this but doesn’t reciprocate. He probably uses it a psychological leverage though”
“Dennis isn’t gay though, just extremely vain. The attraction is only coming from Mac. If they were going down this route they’d drop hints for seasons.”
okay so i’ve been getting heaps and heaps of questions recently asking for evidence and proof of why i think josh is bi. keep in mind that this list is fairly short for now but i’ll keep on adding to it whenever something comes to mind/something new happens. i also keep a bi josh tag for everything bi josh lmao. masterpost is under the cut
p.s i’m not forcing anybody to believe that josh is bi nor am i trying to push josh to “come out”.