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Masterlist

Key:

☂ - Angst

♥ -Fluff

(M) - Smut 


Jin

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Yoongi

Moonlight Reign  ♥/(M)/ ☂

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Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?

Smiles With a Grain of Salt

You worked to prove blue was more than a sad color, that happiness is in everything, but you couldn’t find it in you to believe that anymore. At least, not until a certain idol came to one of your exhibits, and into your life

Clocks Clacking on an Empty Driveway ♥/ ☂

You felt like an empty driveway as long as he was away. With a clock as your only companion, you tried to get over him, but one unfortunate run-in with a member at a club can set the clock back in time and send him back to you

Hoseok

Don’t Doubt Me  (M)

Your birthday was very important to you. He knew that. So when you assumed he forgot, he made sure to teach you why not to doubt him

Namjoon

Snowfall All Year 

He loved you so much, he couldn’t say it, but he couldn’t just let you slip away, so he used you for company. Halfway to his psychology degree, he lost you, but a white lie brings you back to your childhood friend, first love, and first heartbreak 

Taehyung

A Convoluted Code  ♥/ ☂

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Technological Special Agent, Kim Taehyung, never made mistakes… until he did, and that led him to you, a mistake he couldn’t live down


The Foolish Muse ♥/ ☂ 

You were his muse, and you loved him, but there are nine muses in Greek history, and he only loved you as a muse. When you finally can’t take anymore, it seems the tables have turned after two years

Jimin   

The Poisonous Apple

He was a poisonous apple as long as all you had was mindless intimacies, but if you consume poison long enough does it start being sweet? Or was it ever poison in the first place?

Jungkook

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Island Escape: Part 5

Originally posted by wanjacks

JJ Project Series

Warning: Contains smut and violence in some chapters

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man!!!!! i feel like a woman!!!

BUM BUM DA DUM DUM BUM BUM. LET’S GO, GIRLS.

haha remember that shania twain song? didn’t we all kind of love that song when we were wee little nuggets with no idea of what was awaiting us? oh, shania. YOU FUCKIN LIAR. WALKIN AROUND LIKE BEING A GROWN FEMALE-BODIED PERSON WAS GOING TO BE NOTHING BUT OVERLARGE MEN’S SHIRTS AND SEXY GO GO DANCING.

here’s some fun things shania left out:

  • once a month, 200 ROCK TROLLS will learn how to TAP DANCE on your uterus! if you don’t have a uterus, and not all women do, just imagine dwayne the rock johnson just walked up to you, broke you over his knee like you were a twig, and then used your broken body as a jump rope while listening to keke palmer’s 2007 hit “bottoms up.”

  • “man, white cheddar cheese-its are so good,” you think while doing work at your desk. “oh my GOD white cheddar cheese-its are so good. they’re so GOOD!!! WHITE CHEDDAR CHEESE ITS ARE SO FUCKING DELICIOUS!!!!!” you begin to cry. you sit at your desk, silently weeping, because white cheddar cheese-its are so good and you want them so badly. all you want to do is turn out all the lights, crawl under your desk, and absolutely DESTROY a box of white cheddar cheese-its, but you can’t, because the universe is fundamentally unfair and everyone dies alone.

  • all this talk of cheese-its has gotten you hungry. be good, you think. your body is a temple. you eat an apple, which is what all the websites and your doctor say to do. your body immediately swells up like a balloon and you look like that scene in my girl where her best friend dies from bee stings.

    oh look! now you’re thinking about your best friend dying! go ahead, eat 2 full chocolate bars in the bathroom stall. why not. your body is a temple that requires sacrifice.

  • someone says something vaguely bigoted on social media. “that’s it!!!!!!!!!!!!!” you think. “THE WHOLE WORLD IS GARBAGE, EVERYONE IN IT IS TRASH, BURN EVERYTHING AND START OVER. IT’S JUST GONNA BE PIZZA & FOUR PEOPLE THAT I HAVE HAND-CHOSEN. BRING THE SHANIA VIDEOS, WE LOVED THAT ONE OF HER DOING FARM WORK AND MAYBE DATING A HORSE.”

  • you gently nudge a floor cushion with your toe. your whole body immediately bruises.

  • “sports are so fun,” you say, while crying in the dark, your blankets completely wrapped around your whole body so that you can’t move your arms because your favorite player just did That Thing that makes them your favorite player. “god, i love sport game!!!! sport game forever!!!”

  • “SPORTS ARE A FUCKING WASTE OF EVERYONE’S TIME,” you scream, rolling up like a pilbug under your bed. you live there now. your favorite player has just taken a penalty, and nothing will ever be okay ever again. “BURN SPORT GAME TO THE GROUND. ALL OF THEM. ALL THE SPORT GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

  • call your parents to express your gratitude for all they do. end the phone call by shouting at your mom for not making you learn fluent german as a child.

  • spend 45 minutes thinking about how much you like melissa mccarthy.

  • read the comments on a video with melissa mccarthy in it. remember that thing about the world. create a petition on whitehouse.gov demanding that obama burn everything and start fresh. “IT’S GARBAGE, BARACK!” you write. “100,000 SIGNATURES AND YOU HAVE TO ANSWER FOR THIS!!!! I WANT THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT TO APOLOGIZE TO MELISSA MCCARTHY!!!!!!!!”

  • “can you just come over for like two hours and not speak to me and pet my hair and tell me i’m smart and funny and watch agent carter on hulu,” you blubber on the phone to your best friend. “that’s literally all i want. bring cheese-its.”

    “white cheddar?” she says.

    “OF COURSE FUCKIN’ WHITE CHEDDAR,” you say, and then, “sorry. i’m cool. i’m cool. white cheddar.”

go on, girl. put on an overlarge men’s t-shirt. your body is physically incapable of go go dancing but you sure as hell CAN shove an entire box of white cheddar cheese-its into your body. YOU DESERVE IT. you can ONLY GO UP FROM HERE.

Snowfall All Year (Pt. 1)

A/N: I missed Christmas by like 15 minutes, so let’s say I didn’t miss it. Okay, so I got a new laptop,, meaning I may just get to post more seeing as I’m writing more. I was thinking of doing a Latina!reader series of fics/drabbles seeing as I am Mexican-American. Idk let me know what y’all think?

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 3,993

Originally posted by daeguboy

Summary: He loved you so much, he couldn’t say it, but he couldn’t just let you slip away, so he used you for company. Halfway to his psychology degree, he lost you, but a white lie brings you back to your childhood friend, first love, and first heart break.

You could never understand what was so beautiful about the snow, it was honestly glorified rain. You had never cared for the snow, nor did you hate it, it was just there. No matter how fleeting though, you wished he loved you like he did the snow.

—-

You stretched to find Namjoon sat upright, sheets fallen to his waist, looking out the window. Dawn’s light was shining on him, and you were mesmerized. He looked like a Hellenistic art piece while you were a mere onlooker, the best you could get was beneath him.

“Namjoon?” You spoke sleepily as his face remained unfazed, transfixed by the white Christmas before him.

“It’s snowing,” He simply stated, voice wiped of any grogginess, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He mused, not particularly caring of your opinion. He never did.

—-

You glanced from the window to the time, 6:54 am, about time to go begin a 24-hour study session for your exams. Thankfully, the campus library was open 24 hours just about everyday, and you had picked the first snow day, meaning not many people would be there.

Reluctantly, you slipped from your year old sheets and slipped on a large white turtleneck over your jeans, casually adding white tennis shoes and a white beanie to the mix.

Your phone vibrated as you reached for your denim jacket mindlessly to help face the cold, “Hello?” You spoke, not looking at the contact name.

“Hey cutie, where are you headed on a Saturday?” Your friend, Sooyoung rang through the earpiece as you located your headphones, plugging them in.

“Libr-”

“It’s closed, hang out with me,” She whined as you opened the door of your apartment, greeted by a harsh slap of the cold hitting your face.

Your face scrunched up at the sensation and the news. Why was it closed in the first place? You knew the first snow was special to people, but you didn’t expect it to be this special.

“Then I’ll go to Western Cafe,” You sighed, “Why is it closed? And how do you even know?”

“Beats me, I wanted to see if I could find someone to give me their notes for philosophy, but it was closed,” She mused, “I should probably just call Namjoon.”

“Yeah, he’s a really sweet guy,” You spoke sarcastically, “Last Christmas with him was by far the best.”

“You should’ve just flown home, I swear,” Her voice dripped with hints of guilt, “Christmas is tomorrow, are you going home this time?”

You scoffed, “To what? An empty house? My family has a habit of vacationing without notice, too risky.”

“Then let’s get you a nice fuck buddy to last you till then tonight,” She chirped.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I hate parties, and I told you yesterday I have to study,” You stated, crossing the street a few blocks over to the small coffee shop, “Even if you know how great I am at detachment with the no strings attached deal,” Sarcasm slithered its way into your voice once more.

“I know this time of year must kinda suck, but you can’t close yourself off,” She whined, “Namjoon did some pretty shitty stuff for a shitty amount of time, but don’t let that interfere with your life.”

—-

“Do you even love anything?” You snapped wrapped up in sheets, but still unravelling each time his fingertips ghosted on your bare shoulder.

A sense of hope ebbed and flowed through you in vain, just like it did each time you asked this question, each time you got into these fights.

Namjoon was a psychology major and had noted that yelling is unproductive, and you bad noted how in love with him you were, so your fights were usually calm with a violent atmosphere.

His eyes only faced the window at your question, “I love the snow,” He simply stated, “I love myself enough to tell you that I don’t love you, not yet, probably not ever you know that, right?”

The room fell into a heavy silence, but he remained unfazed as your eyes cast down. You had been shot down before by him, but not like this, not this vulnerable. Your throat dried up as you desperately wished you could suck the words back into your mouth, but his response landed on your shoulders delicately but with an outstanding mass, just like snow. Over time, he would respond like this, and you would be fine, but each time it began to weigh on you more, until eventually, the foundation you built to love him snapped under his lack of connectivity.

You had no one to blame but yourself for the two years wasted trying to light a spark with an emotional dud.

“You know, I think I finally do,” You let out a humorless laugh as you slid into your clothes.

This sound made Namjoon turn to you, “Oh, did I hurt you? How unfortunate for you,” He mused as your eyes casted down again after you got dressed, “ Are you leaving? For how long this time?” His voice was sickly confident considering your history, “I hurt you a lot, don’t I?”

You nodded, “Almost as much as I love you, how funny,” You responded, grabbing your phone, “Maybe if I cry outside you’ll fall for my tears? Maybe you already have at this rate,” Your voice cracked, “Maybe I should love myself enough to never come back.”

His lips curled into a sickeningly beautiful smirk, “You can certainly try, it would be a sight to see,” He mused, “Loving yourself enough to become more than a pastime is a good goal, I applaud the declaration, but not the cycle of execution you have,” Your entire body sunk in embarrassment, he was right, “Maybe I’ll look in your eyes and you won’t smile one day, how interesting would that be? Did you ever imagine that, a time where you don’t love me?”

“You do,” You sadly confirmed,”I’ve thought about only you loving me for so long, I haven’t given myself time to, maybe I should give the execution of your fantasy a shot,” You confirmed, “Maybe I’ll love someone else someday, maybe even myself,” You almost giggled at the thought, “Goodbye Namjoon, Merry Christmas,” You began walking out.

“See you later,” He simply hollered as you left, letting your tears fall with the snow he adored so much.

—-

You sighed, about to open the door to the shop, “I have to study until 7, at least, okay? Then I’ll hold your keys for 5 hours and sip a soda.”

Her squeal was shrill, but still gratifying, “Okay cool see you at the Alpha Delta house!” You rolled your eyes as she hung up, opening the door to the cafe, ordering your usual drink and setting up your study space in a secluded corner.

Namjoon smiled as the snow touched the exposed areas of his skin while he approached his favorite coffee shop. He would often people watch there, and he couldn’t think of a better day to do so.

Upon ordering, he found that someone was sitting at his usual table. The barista that was utterly infatuated with him offered to move then, but he refused. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to sit somewhere else, but something snapped in him when he saw the face of the mystery person. Your face.

You were there.

You were just typing away, both you and him unaware of the way his heart sped at the sight of you watching cram videos while you studied weeks in advance and sipped your drink. He wanted to be annoyed by you taking his seat, but he determined that is like being angry at the universe for prioritizing Starry Night over himself.

Namjoon’s lips unknowingly twitched upwards for a split second as he watched you chew your lip while you were consumed with studying. He hadn’t properly seen your face in over a year with the campus being so large and your classes differing.

You had changed your hair and developed your own individual sense of style. You had become your own person instead of his fangirl, but he wasn’t quite ready to input that into his mental file he unknowingly had of you. He found himself staring for quite a while before deciding to sit.

A few hours in, you were nose deep into your laptop as someone approached you, a vaguely familiar voice requesting to sit in the chair in front of you. Your headphones were in, so it was a bit muffled, but it was comprehensive. Too lazy to look up, you assumed the other seats were taken and just nodded mindlessly. The person’s face was blocked by your laptop screen, thankful you could avoid awkward eye contact.

Eventually, your break alarm vibrated your phone and you turned it off, beginning a 15 minute break. You sighed, laying your head on the table, looking at the snow pile up.

“Are you studying so that you don’t have to bring your books home?” The presumed male asked.

“I’m not going home, but I have the day off and nothing better to do, “ You participated in the mindless small talk, “Why are you here?”

“I like watching the snow from here,” The person mused, “Stunning, no?”

“It seems I identify with the snow in certain aspects, so no, not at all,” You deadpanned.

“Psych major?” You cringed at the question.

“Had a fling with one,” You responded, “Plus I take a psych class,” You chuckled a bit, “Incorporation of self deprecation is also a specialty of mine, even in small talk with strangers.”

“Are we strangers now?” The man spoke, “I suppose that’s accurate.”

Your eyebrows knitted together as you lifted your head to be face to face with a now dirty blonde, still adonis, Namjoon. He smirked a bit, but it faltered as you stared at him. He noticed the way your lips formed a frown, going the opposite way they used to, “Hello, y/n.”

The day he so fantasised about finally came.

Any sense of light in your eyes replaced by his image in your pupils. Any hint of a smile wiped by the subconscious cringe you exhibited.

He now realized his fantasy was no more than a melancholic nightmare he crafted with the first words you said to him in your reunion.

“Eat a dick,” You snapped, now noticing the empty seats and tables surrounding you.

He blinked in surprise. You had rarely been so crude, especially to him. He noted the change in tone and vocabulary you developed since that last time he saw you, last Christmas.

“One year and my greetings are mindless insults now? What development,” He scoffed, eager to see your reaction. Part of him wanted to see you breakdown, but many parts than he could admit wished to see your smile as you looked at him once more.

Instead, you frowned, “What do you want?” You asked incredulously, “What could I possible have to offer a douchebag of your royal caliber?” You huffed.

“It’s neat how your personality switches like that to me,” He observed, “Defense mechanism?”

His heart subconsciously tightened as the harsh words hit your face, but this was the only way he could get you to talk to him. He felt like an elementary school boy.

“Yes, I get angry after seeing someone that once hurt me, what a revelation you got there,” You seethed, “Wanna over analyze my blinking to feed your ego some more?”

“You’re such a child,” He stated, slightly annoyed at the fact that your reunion had minimal impact on you.

You could swear he could hear your heart pounding out of your chest. You blamed it on his beauty, because despite how much he infuriated you, he was still a work of art.

“You’re such a prick,” You snapped back.

His face curled into a smirk as you prepared yourself for the icy words he would throw at you, “Tell me, have you become promiscuous?” You learned your cheek on your right hand as your eyebrow quirked, “I want to see if my hypothesis was right.”

“That in my heart numbing pain, I’d cling to anything that would make me feel?” He nodded and your entire face scrunched in absolute disgust while he reveled in a reaction from you, “Oh yeah, I suck dick, fuck dick, eat dick all damn day,” You retorted sarcastically, “I’m actually conversing with one right now, amazing I know.”

His smirk fell as he felt the final blow of your icy words strike his walls, crumbling them, “You were never this snippy towards me.”

“I was an exceptional idiot back then,” You remarked, “Now what do you want? I’m busy,” You clipped, starting to type again.

“I can’t check in on an old friend?” His smirk was alive again as your typing ceased, fingers stilled.

—-

“Go away!” You shouted, a smile permeating on your face as Namjoon simply shook his head, looking up at you from the window, “It’s just another day!”

“Nonsense!” He shouted in response from your front yard, “It’s your 17th birthday, and I refuse to let you spend it alone!” You giggled as he pouted while holding balloons and wearing a party hat, trying to hold the massive cake steady, “What kind of sad excuse of a best friend would I be if I did?”

You sighed, “I have to stu-”

“Study tomorrow!” He simply hollered back with his dimpled smile following suit.

After a few hours of eating cake and watching movies, you looked at your phone to see your parent’s picture of their scenery from their hotel out of town and sighed at the thoughts in your head. You had been working up the courage to ask this question you grasped onto anything to preoccupy you, until you let your mouth open, “Namjoon, you’ve had sex, right?” You immediately covered your mouth as he looked at you, swallowing hard.

“We’ve been friends for 13 years, you know I have, why?” He questioned.

“I…I just want to get it over with, you know? I’m not exactly pretty and I don’t want to not ever… and I was… nevermind this is ridi-” You were cut off by a kiss from Namjoon.

—-

“Fuck off, our friendship ended a long ass time ago,” You rolled your eyes, “I’m not the kind of ‘old friend’ you check up on, I’m the kind that you see in passing, but only think, ‘Wow, I sure fucked up with them,’ not come and bother me.” You snapped, “I don’t what you want Namjoon, but I know I’m not giving it to you-”

“Not anymore? What a shame,” He sighed, looking at the snow again.

“Is there a point to this-”

“We need to talk,” He spoke almost ominously.

You paused, your eyebrows scrunching together at you stared at his now serious face, “Why? Are you pregnant?” You moderately joked but he stayed straight faced.

His phone buzzed and he sighed, “Not quite, no,” He replied, “Look, I gotta head to my weekend class, so can we talk tonight?”

“Namjoon, what-”

“Okay see you then,” With that, he was gone, and you could finally breathe again.

—-

There something amazingly beautiful about the way you cried. Your head casted down, hair shielding your face the best it could as light sobbing sound emitted from your beautiful lips. All Namjoon could do was watch in pity with sprinkles of pure awe. You were so beautiful. Each tear fell so delicately, emulating the snow outside your parent’s house. You were sat on moving boxes for your new place and were slouched down into a vulnerable sit with your hands press against the box under you.

“Y/n, I thought you said you wouldn’t cry,” Namjoon sighed, “It’s just a little move,” He fumbled a makeshift comfort system together, because as beautiful you were, it still hurt to see you upset.

You only shook your head, “I’m not crying because I’m moving,” You sniffled, “I’m crying because I’m in love with you, Namjoon,” You sobbed.

“You can’t love anyone until you love yourself,” He simply replied.

You shook your head again, “Bullshit,” You spat, “I love you so much I can’t even focus on how much I utterly hate myself,” His heart stopped as you looked him in the eye.

It was a bittersweet confession, because Namjoon has been waiting for this for 10 years, but he didn’t wait for it to not lost. He wants you. He wants you forever, so he can’t have you now. Not until you both learn how to love yourselves, especially him.

With that conclusion, Namjoon nodded, “Let’s continue packing, shall we?”

—-

As he was sitting on the couch in the middle of a busy party, Namjoon wondered where it all turned to shit. When did he start loving himself more than he thought to love you? When did his self-indulgence begin to destroy you? When did you finally begin to love yourself? Was it when you stopped loving him? Was it when he rejected your love but not your body? He was finally ready to love you, but you didn’t seem to love him anymore.

He sighed as his phone kept vibrating, his mother. He put his face in his hands in frustration. He had lied to her and your parents, and he needed you to help fix it.

“This seat taken?” A familiar sullen voice reached his ears, and he just shook his head, not bothering to see who.

You sat down, looking at Namjoon as your beloved friend took body shots, “So let’s hash this out now,” You spoke, “What did you need?” Namjoon looked up at you.

He studied your appearance. You were wearing a plain dress with fishnets and a coat. He took note of the makeup and gave you a once-over, “It’s snowing out there,” He stated.

“And I’m wearing fishnets, I know,” You sighed, “Now what is it?”

“I lied to our parents,” Namjoon blurted out and you blinked.

Namjoon was a lot of things to you. He was an asshole, prick, and all around fuckhead, but he was no liar.

He sighed as you remained gaping at him, “I really don’t want to go home for Christmas, since I like to study, but she wouldn’t take that excuse anymore, so I-” He heaved a large sigh, “I told her I wanted to spend time with my girlfriend, you,” He looked at you as your eyes flared up.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled, your voice falling on a majority of deaf ears to the pounding music, “Why-”

“And they told your parents,” He cut you off and you sighed heavily, “Who want to skype on Christmas day with us since they’ll be traveling.”

It wasn’t like you had any plans, but you were far from keen at the thought of spending it with him.

Nevertheless you sighed, “You’re such a fuckhole,” You grumble, “Fine, I’ll meet you at your dorm tomorrow morning, dumbass,”

You hated parties. You hated drinking. You did like dancing. Did you dance well? Who knows? All you knew was that the guy trying to bump uglies wasn’t too bad, so you went along with it for now.

Namjoon watched you with a sour look in his face. He had no right to feel so heated, he knew that, but that didn’t stop him from clenching his fists. All his life he protected you until you reached college. Then he ruined you, and now he’s watching his friend’s slimy hand roughly caress your sides, treating the art that was your body like silly putty.

The rando’s hands touched your hips and you closed your eyes as his breath hit your ear, “Did you want to g-”

The moment was short lived as Namjoon pulled him by the cuff of his collar, “Jiminie,” His gruff voice made your hairs stand as you turned to see a very attractive, now flustered, guy who looked small in comparison to the towering figure that was Namjoon who smiled condescendingly at the guy, “Why are you touching what isn’t yours?”

Jimin’s eyes widened, “Hyung? You have a-”

“No, he doesn’t,” You snapped, pouting.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at Jimin, “Off limits,” He simply said as jimin’s eyes went wide in realization.

“Fuck off Nam-” You were cut off by a kiss from Namjoon.

A sloppy, possessive, and unbelievably unnecessary kiss.

Namjoon didn’t know how or why, but he knew that it was almost like a reflex.

—-

“Y/n, stop pouting,” Namjoon spoke as you sat across from him in the university library while he studied, “You’re supposed to study too.

You huffed, deepening the unbelievably cute pout that made him bite back a smile, “Studying is stupid,” You whined, “It’s snowing out, let’s go do something,”

He sighed heavily, glancing at his books again, “Later,” He simply stated and a whine slipped from your mouth as you stared outside.

You were subconsciously pouting and his heart filled with warmth. Your fingers were tapping to a random beat as you leaned your chin on your other hand, watching the snow fall. Namjoon studied your features for what had to be the billionth time in adoration. Namjoon loved you, he knew that, but he couldn’t admit it yet. He deemed it best to build a better relationship between you and your self-esteem before you and him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to confess. All he wanted was to have you as his, love you as his, keep you as his.

He just couldn’t bring himself to say, “I love…” Namjoon was ripped from his thoughts as your eyes snapped to him with hope twinkling in your irises. He realized his vocalization and panicked, “The snow,” He finished off the sentence and you pouted again, only to have your bottom lip retreat as he kissed you like he usually loved to when you made that face.

—-

Namjoon kept his lips mashed on yours until Jimin awkwardly slipped from sight and you managed to push him away, ignoring the ache in your heart as you did, “What is wrong with you?!” You shouted, “We talk once after a year and it’s suddenly okay to do this bullshit?”

Namjoon blinked, “I…I’m sorry, that was just a reflex,” He sighed and your heart jumped.

Despite that you scoffed, “Well it’s been a year so get that shit out of your muscle memory,” You snarled, pushing past him, “I need to go home-”

“Stay at my place,” He blurted and you turned to face him with your most perplexed face.

“Why on Earth-”

“7 a.m. Skype call, that’s why,” Namjoon’s smirk made a reappearance as you relented, following Namjoon to his car.

“You’re all over the place today,” You mused, buckling your seatbelt, “How unlike you.”

“Your aggression is unlike you,” He countered and you scoffed again, leaning your head against the window, closing your eyes as the cold glass cooled your forehead.

—-

It was autumn now, and you still hadn’t called him, let alone even looked at him, but he looked at you. He longed for you. He was so close to being able to love you, but you were so far away now, and he had no one but himself to blame.

You were across the room of the party he was at, looking just as uninterested as you always did at places like this. You busied yourself with your phone, unaware of the staring Namjoon.

“I’d fuck her”  Namjoon turned to Jimin, who had just spoken to Jungkook.

“Me too, no doubt,” Jungkook agreed, “That quiet girl, right?” Jimin modded and Jungkook groaned, “Probably a freak.”

Namjoon usually dismissed their talk, but it was when he realized they were mentally defiling you, he could no longer stand it.

anonymous asked:

I really want to go see Dear White People, but I'm white and the only person who wants to go with me is white, but idk if it would be invading black people's spaces?

Go and see it. Bring your white friends

- Susie

Cameron Dallas imagine

Holy crap, guys, I didnt think Shawn’s Imagine would get so many likes. Thank you so much! I hope Cameron’s imagine will be liked as much! :D Hey if you guys want imagines of the boys, hit me up :)

            You were never good with new people, but as your mom told you, these  technically aren’t new people. You had told her that it didn’t matter because they were new to you, your mom’s response was that you haven’t seen them in 3 years so it didn’t make them new people. This argument went on for hours, but she got you to go anyways, she let you bring along your friend for comfort.

            You were dressed in a sleeveless white lace dress with a slim brown belt that rested just below your bust, you had on sandals and your hair was curled to perfection. Your friend held onto your hand as you walked through the front door of the Dallas’ Family house, you could barely remember the last time you were in California, let alone this house. Your memory was pretty bad but you remembered the last time you talked to Cameron. It was more towards the beginning of the year, maybe around Christmas time, but he had just started to make more friends and become popular, slowly leaving you behind. Cameron had never been one to have many friends, and it never bothered you because he was your best friend, but it bothered him and suddenly people began to notice him. He slowly forgot you and made plans with other people, luckily, your dad had to uproot you and your mom to Chicago. You hadn’t heard from Cameron since the last time he cancelled his plans with you.

            “Let’s just stay for a bit and head to the beach for a swim,” your friend whispered into your ear as you both followed your mom and dad. You were here for Mrs. Dallas’ birthday party and the house was huge and filled with people. Not only were you not good with new people, but you hated crowds.

            “Hell yeah,” You answered back to her.

            “You girls aren’t going anywhere,” Your mom said to you both, shooting you a hard glance behind her shoulder.

            You looked at your friend with scrunched up eyebrows, your friend giving you a ‘what the hell’ look. You leaned into her ear as you guys came into the kitchen and stopped walking, “I swear she hears everything,”

            “She’s also got eyes in the back of her head,” Your friend all but mouthed, remembering the time you and her tried to sneak out of a family party to go to another and your mom caught you. You laughed and bumped your hip with hers, she laughed.

            “Honey, come here,” Your mom said, you turned around and all of a sudden you saw Mrs. Dallas and Cameron looking at you.

            You huffed and walked towards them, and as you did you couldn’t help but notice how 3 years did Cameron really well. As he went to smile, at you, you turned your bored eyes to your mom. “Yeah?”

            “Y/N, you look so different,” Mrs. Dallas said, glancing down at me with a big smile.

            I fake smiled. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I let Mrs. Dallas hug me and she looked at Cameron and tapped his shoulder, “I told you to go find Y/N on facebook and this is what I miss out on, she’s all grown up! Next time I ask you to do something for me, please do it.”

            You had to truly smile at that one, Mrs. Dallas had never been the silent one. You looked back at your friend and she smirked, you turned back to Mrs. Dallas, “You didn’t miss much,”

            “Well, Cam was just nervous you would reject his friend request,” Your friend laughed out loud but quickly covered it up by a cough.

            “Need some water?” You asked your friend.

            “Yeah, and some air,” Your friend said and continued to fake cough.

            “Be right back, mom,” You answered and brought your friend towards the family room, grabbing the bottle of water your dad offered on the way, and out towards the balcony.

            “That was good,” Your friend said, sipping on the water.

            You took a deep breath and nodded with a smile, “That it was,” Just then your friends phone began to ring. “Hold on, I’ll be back,” You friend said and walked down the steps of the balcony and found a quiet spot in the background.

            The back door slid open and Cameron stepped out, holding two water bottles. You looked forward as he stood next to you, “Hey,” he said quietly.

            “Hi,” You answered just as quietly.

            “Still don’t like crowds, huh?” He asked, handing you a water.

            You took the water and nodded, “Uh-huh,” You looked at Cameron and saw him staring at you with a little smile. You blushed and looked away, “What?”

            “I don’t know. You just look different, a good different,” He said.

            “Thanks,” You answered. “Can’t we just skip the awkward catching up and act like we did it?”

            “Then what do you want to talk about?” He asked, sounding a bit surprised and upset. You just wanted to get this party over with, you both had gone through 3 years without talking to each other and you didn’t really see the point in trying now. It may seem stupid but he left you so he could live out his dream of being popular and having a lot of friends, and it hurt.

            “Nothing, too be honest,” You answered. You began to make your way towards the steps when he spoke up.

            “I feel like shit for what happened, for how I acted 3 years ago.”

            You turned around on the steps and looked up at him, “Yeah?”

            “I went through 3 years of missing you and not knowing what to do,”

            “Not knowing what to do? You left me behind, Cameron, not the other way around. It’s called making time for me, actually picking up the phone and calling me.” You answered, surprised he was even bringing this up.

            “And I get that, but what was I supposed to say? You hated me and I was in love with you!” He admitted.

            You stepped back on the balcony and walked towards him, your face scrunched up in disbelief. “You don’t leave behind girls you fall in love with,”

            “You do if your me and you don’t know what to do,” He answered, pointing to his chest. “You were the only person who understood me and then suddenly my life took off and you weren’t around, I was new at the social thing.”

            “Don’t make excuses, Cam, you told me you felt like shit. No need to add more too it,” You answered.

            “It’s okay that you don’t believe me, but don’t think I wont spend the summer making you believe it,” Cameron said, reminding you that you and your friend were spending the summer in California.

            You glanced up at Cameron and he gave you smile, leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth before he walked back into the family room to join the party. “What was that all about?” Your friend asked.

            “Don’t worry about it,” You answered and pushed the butterflies away before joining everyone in the party.

anonymous asked:

what do i do in a lowkey racist situation im put into by my white friends

You bring out your knowledge and wisdom, and help them understand what is racist about the situation. I’m a big believer in helping people understand.