but everytime they try to talk to each other nothing gets across

Who You Belong To

Description:  Jungkook has noticed you flirting with Taehyung for quite awhile and has finally decided you need to be reminded of who you belong to.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8647

Warning: Dom!Jungkook, daddy kink, spanking, minor breath play, thigh riding, hair pulling, punishment, possessiveness

A/N: This is a happy birthday present to @avveh who has been my sounding board for literally every one of these fics.  She helps come up with general plots (what little plots I have in these smuts), what kinks to throw in, even some of the dirty talk, so of course I owed her a birthday present full of her favorite things.

The entire idea for this smut started between the two of us when the Bangtan Bomb for Sope-me was released.  We are possessive smut trashy fangirls and created an entire scenario based on the moment Jungkook got water and looked at something with, what interpreted as, a jealous look.  This is the kind of friendship we have.  We feed each other’s delusions.

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anonymous asked:

How RFA+ bby V and Baeran spend their first anniversary with their MC! It can be as mushy as you want it to be haha ✨

This was super sweet! Somehow, this took us three hours to do…Hope you enjoy it! 


Zen:

  • He was the King of Romance
  • But on your anniversary, he was the nervous King of Romance
  • He didn’t know what he wanted to do for you, so he made up several plans and decided to go with whatever seemed best on the day
  • However, he didn’t expect you to crash them
  • He wakes up to a delivery of those edible bouquets made out of fruit
  • There’s also a small bag in his mailbox with two shirts: one has two thumbs on it and says, “This guys loves his girlfriend” to which you inform him you have the matching opposite one
  • And the other is a really nice one suited to his tastes
  • You send him a text to meet you at his favorite cafe, and when he does, he finds you already bought him his favorite pastry
  • But he’s a step ahead of you and had picked up your favorite drink from the coffee shop
  • After your little breakfast, you tell him you have one surprise for him later in the evening
  • He takes this chance to execute one of his plans
  • He takes you to the beach, stopping by at home to change your clothes
  • You guys let loose a little and play around
  • You bury Zen and make draw a six pack in the sand
  • He clears his throat, “MC…I have an eight pack.”
  • You blink before drawing a weird, strange sixteen pack
  • He surprises you a little later by taking you out onto a boat
  • Not only is a lot of fun, but he stops the boat right before sunset and you two have a soft moment
  • Just as the sun is setting, he thanks you for your little surprises in the morning and gives you a tender kiss on the lips
  • You feel his hands go by your neck, and you think he’s just cupping your neck
  • But then he pulls away and you feel a slight weight around your neck
  • You look down and see a necklace with a small heart charm
  • It has your names engraved in it along with your anniversary date
  • Neither of you feel the need to say anything, so you two just hold hands and enjoy the moment together

Yoosung:

  • The day before you anniversary, Yoosung tells you that he’ll be taking you somewhere in the afternoon
  • Sure enough, the next day he’s at your doorstep,  your favorite flowers in hand
  • He’s super nervous at first, giving you a compliment about your outfit
  • He relaxes a little once you’re driving on your way there
  • He takes you to a sculpture garden
  • You two spend a lot of time walking around pretty flowers and gardens
  • He’ll say super romantic things while holding your hand, or compare you to some of the flowers
  • But then, you two loosen up and go looking at some of the funnier sculptures
  • A lot of pictures for memories
  • There was one of those things where a person is disguised as a sculpture
  • Poor Yoosung was the victim and he almost went crazy because he swore someone touched his shoulder
  • He was a good sport about it though, once the truth was revealed
  • He takes you inside a little cafe/restaurant thing inside the cafe that’s italian themed
  • You’re too excited to give your gift to him, so he lets you
  • You got him a brand new tablet, because his was so old and it was starting to hurt his bad eye
  • You also had this long card where you give him encouragement and reaffirm your feelings for him
  • By the end, Yoosung feels so supported by you and falls in love with you all over again
  • When you’re done eating, there’s this small gazebo that you two find and you sit in it
  • Yoosung had this planned…and he waits for a couple to walk by
  • Then he brings up a conversation about love and he starts going on this speech about how much he loves you and about your future together
  • Then, he pulls out a small ring from his pocket with a silver ring
  • You’re kind of freaking out because this is going kind of fast and what is he doing?
  • You calm down a bit when he says it’s a promise ring
  • “This ring is my promise to you that I will always love you, and one day, when I can fully support you, I will marry you.”
  • You shed a tear because it was so sweet and full of emotion
  • You manage to hold in most of your  emotions until you get back to your place where you and Yoosung crash on the couch
  • He comes back with some snacks and sits down next to you, and you just  can’t hold it in anymore
  • He’s mid sentence when you just grab his face and kiss him passionately
  • Safe to say, your anniversary ended on a good note

Jaehee:

  • She spends the whole week leading up to it overthinking everything
  • She wasn’t sure if you two were getting each other gifts, or if it would be too much–you hadn’t discussed anything and she was really nervous
  • In the end, she just decides to go ahead and get one for you
  • She gets a simple bracelet, but with several charms
  • Each one represents a memory you two had together
  • Besides, she thought it might be something she could add onto for you everytime you had a significant moment
  • Meanwhile, you got her front row tickets to a musical that she has been wanting to see for a long time but has denied herself due to either work or finances
  • The day comes and you two exchange gifts first thing in the morning, both of you hugging each other tightly by the end
  • Jaehee’s not really a spontaneous person, so she has something planned in the evening but nothing else
  • But you improvise and drag her out to different places
  • You guys explore the town together, finding new spots to try later or stop in a few shops
  • There’s a lot of laughing and smiling and just enjoying your time together
  • Then, for dinner, Jaehee treats you to your favorite restaurant
  • All in all, it was a lovely day

Jumin:

  • You guys have many occasions to completely go big on things, so you wanted your first anniversary together to be more subtle and intimate
  • So you two do some normal things
  • You take a walk in the park together
  • You got a nice–not super fancy–restaurant and eat and talk
  • And then you go back to his house for the evening
  • He says he just wanted to watch a movie with you and relax, so that was good enough for you
  • When you get there, he suddenly mentions that he recently installed a new bed of flowers in his garden and asked if you wanted to see
  • You were skeptical…since it was night time, but you agreed
  • When you step out into the garden, dozens of soft lights go off, there’s a fountain running nearby
  • Roses among other flowers are set along a path to this hammock under the open night sky
  • You playfully scold him since you guys were supposed to “keep it simple”
  • You say that it’s nothing equal to this but you got him a small gift
  • He’s been into a lighter clothing faze, so you gave him a shirt with sushi cats on it
  • His eyes light up and he thinks it’s the best thing
  • “MC, you got me a gift…I’m glad I got something small for you as well!”
  • He pulls out a small box holding  a pair of diamond Jumin this is not small
  • After you two exchange gifts, you go enjoy the hammock he set up
  • The rest of the night is just you two talking, settled in each other’s embrace under the stars 


Seven:

  • Before he can even go to you first, you show up at his house with an envelope in hand
  • Inside is a note that says, “I said I wanted to kiss you in the sky, so…” and on the bottom is just an address
  • He doesn’t know where it goes, but you two hop in the car and he puts it in the GPS
  • You two arrive and it suddenly hits him what you got him: a helicopter ride
  • He’s so excited, he’s hugging you the whole time while walking to the helicopter
  • You gear up and set off on the tour
  • It flies over the waters and there’s a magnificent view, and you’re even allowed to open the doors at one point
  • And he really does kiss you in the sky
  • After it’s over, you two go to a cute little cafe restaurant and spend some time walking around town and talking
  • When it nearing dinner, you two go back to his house
  • He says he has a surprise for you now
  • He puts you in a blindfold and leads you around the bunker until finally he takes it off revealing a room completely and authentically themed country
  • It wasn’t cheaply done…he put a lot of thought into the detail
  • He even ordered authentic food and dessert so it would be the ultimate experience
  • After you finish eating, he pulls out two smaller gifts for you
  • Weeks before, you had a joke about wanting a blanket with his face on it
  • Well, he delivered and you had a huge fluffy blanket with the dorkiest picture of him on it…it was a joke, but you actually really liked it
  • The second gift was a small glass plaque with a your favorite couple pictures together engraved inside along with your anniversary date
  • At the end, you two relax on his couch…under the large blanket with his face on it

Saeran:

  • Neither one of you wanted to something super big or super fancy or super public
  • So you plan a small outing together in the city and just go with whatever you feel like doing
  • You two try a bunch of different foods from large waffles to those huge milkshakes or ice creams and maybe some different cultural foods
  • You had no idea Saeran was taking secret candid shots of you on his phone
  • You would catch him sometimes smiling at his phone, but he would never tell you what he was doing
  • You stumble across a carnival/fair going on and decide to go
  • You two go on the smaller rides, like the Ferris Wheel and boat rides
  • You drag him on those love rides for the laughs
  • You weren’t sure what was making you more sick…the shaky boat or the couple making out behind you
  • The photobooth was his favorite part
  • It was one of those where you can draw on faces and add stickers
  • He drew a heart around you two for his copy, but he wouldn’t let you see it
  • You somehow sneaked a view anyway
  • Saeran manages to win you a small panda from one of the booths
  • You have him hold it while you go to the bathroom, and when you come back a small bracelet is attached to it’s paw
  • He’s shy when you notice, so you try not make a big deal and just kiss his cheek as a thank you
  • You can tell he’s getting tired, so you go home and unsurprisingly he crashes and falls asleep on the couch soon after
  • You sneak to the kitchen and bake him some of his favorite sweets
  • When he comes in to take a taste, he finds your gift there as well
  • There’s a whole basket of nick-nacks like some books, cookie mixes, personalized mouse pad, and other smaller things that you noticed he likes

V:

  • He invites you to come over late afternoon
  • When you get there, there’s flowers on the table while he’s cooking you a huge lunch
  • There’s also a small box of chocolates with your name on it
  • In front of you is another box with a ribbon and a small note prompting you to open it
  • Inside is a photobook where V had filled the whole thing with pictures of you two
  • Beside each one is a small note about when it was, what you did, and something he loved during the memory
  • You’re melting with each page, and then on the last one there’s a small slot with a locket inside
  • He already has your and his picture inside
  • Just as you’re about to call a thank you, he comes in and gives you a small peck
  • He brings out a full meal and you two talk and enjoy each other’s company
  • At the end, you bring out your gifts for him
  • You’d bought him brand new camera lenses to help him as he rebuilds his photography business
  • But he’s even more touched by the pile of letters neatly stacked in box
  • You had written one everytime something small, yet significant happened between you and him the past year
  • To end the night, you just wanted to relax together
  • So he sets out a blanket in the backyard, you bring some soft candles for lighting, and he also brings some snacks and wine
  • It was probably more romantic than any fancy dinner in your eyes

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There’s Nothing Holding Us Back (Part. 1/?) | Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

A/N: This is my first imagine ever so please be gentle, i’m french so excuse me if i made some mistakes i tried my best :) I decided to pick Jeff because i clearly had a crush on him since the first time i saw him in 13RW and we all agree HE DESERVED BETTER. I will try to write other imagine about him and the rest of the cast so send me some requests if you want. And for this one, there will be probably 4 parts I guess :)

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx




You’ve been watching every details of your reflection in the mirror since ten minutes, just to find something that you could change. Something you could improve. If your shirt was good enough, even though it probably is the seventh that you tried. You know Jeff will arrive in about thirty minutes but you didn’t even decided about what you will wear tonight. There are must be fifteen different outfits scattered in your room, proving your indecision.

“Whatever you’re wearing, he will like you.” You can’t help but jump when you hear your best friend’s voice, Clay. He’s leaning on the door, still wearing his favorite hoodie. You didn’t even hear the doorbell or Clay climbing the stairs because you were too focused on your flaws. You smile at him while he’s sitting on the edge of you bed, where luckily there weren’t any clothes. “I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t notice you were here.” His lips stretch in a mocking smile. “That’s what I’ve seen.”

You let yourself fall beside him, completly desesperate. You known him since seven months but he has quickly become someone very important for you. It was him who’s been charged to show you the Liberty High the day you arrived. You just couldn’t be far from each other since that day. All of your afternoons spent together in the library allowed you two to found out common grounds. Especially Comics. Being a big fan of Marvel, particurlarly the Winter Soldier, you just couldn’t let him criticise Bucky Barnes - who clearly deserved better. And the bound become wider.

He can do something for you. He can help you with Jeff. He knows him, right ? Plus, Clay has been talking with him about Hannah. You were hoping that the baseball player could have told him what he likes in girls. “I just can’t make a choice. It’s like I can’t get dressed anymore.” He giggles at what you said and you let your head laid on his shoulder. A bra suddenly appears in front of your face and Clay shakes it. “You really want to get it on with him, huh ?” You try to push him on the floor than laugh with him. “Fuck off, Jensen.”

“I just can’t understand why you’re so scared about this date. He has seen you without makeup, all sweaty and with your awful morning face.” You stick out your tongue at him. He’s not wrong but he just can not understand. Even though all of your gym class didn’t scare Jeff, you still wanted to be the prettiest girl in his eyes. “Look Clay, boys can only wear a jean and they still appear to be handsome. But girls need to feel beautiful, desired by guys. Get it ?” 

“Yes, but…” He’s been shutted by the ringbell. Of course, it’s Hannah who goes into your room, smiling. “Hello, Y/N. Hi, Helmet.” You give her a smile while Clay was just blushing. He blushed even more when she sat next to him. He can make fun of your sexy underwear but his reaction everytime Hannah is around him is a lot more funny. The poor guy loses confidence and becomes all nervous. You really have to do something to help these lovebirds. “You both wanted to stress me even more, don’t you ?” 

“Helmet called me. And the situation is worst than I expected.” You turn to Clay who is smart enough to understand your question. “Your brother. He saw how much you seemed to be lost and since your parents aren’t home, he called me.” It’s as if you didn’t have anyone but Clay as a friend. Although, this is not totally false. But there are also Tony and Skye with whom you get on well.

And there’s Hannah. A new student like you with whom you created a true friendship since you helped each other in physics class. You tried to talk with other students like the famous groupe friends of Justin Foley but you didn’t appreciate the way they treated Hannah. So you prefered hang out with the “biggest ass” of the school instead of completly douchebags.

“What Jeff told you about your date ?” Clay is trying to reassure you making conversation with you while Hannah has her head in your closet. She really wants to help you. “Barely nothing.” you respond. She hands you a navy blue blouse that goes up to your neck, one of your favorite shirt. “Wear this one. It suits you well and I’m sure, he’ll fall for you.” Just before putting it on, you turn to Clay so that he looks somewhere else. Of course, he has seen you in swimsuit at Bryce’s parties — where you forced him to go with you — but it wasn’t the same thing as underwear. Hannah is helping you to zip up in the back and as she said, you looked pretty cute wearing this shirt.

Jeff has to pick you up at 7, you only have 8 minutes to finish preparing you — you still have to do your makeup and put on some perfume then pick out you shoes. “Don’t you have work tonight ?” You didn’t pay attention until now but they are helping you instead of working at Cresmont. “There are two new and young employees who wanted to prove they can handle the job.“ Perfect. They can see each other anywhere else than the Cresmont or the school. 

You know how to do your makeup so it only takes you 5 minutes to do it. Of course, even a date won’t separate you from your eternal pairs of Nike. All covered with little drawings from Clay, Hannah and even Jeff. There’s also a little smiley with cross eyes from Justin Foley — he made it at the first party you came at the start of the year. Your favorite one will always be the one from Tony, two little laurel leaving on each side of your shoes.* But above all, you take his letterman jacket that he gave you after one of his baseball games. From this moment, you’ve had a big sign above your head saying “Taken by Jeff Atkins. Don’t touch”. And you kind of liked that. Getting you rid of assholes like Monty de le Cruz. And you were considered being more than just a friend to him.

“What are you going to do after I go ?” You give Clay a chance to propose her to do something together. “Maybe watch a movie ?” You were praying that Clay make the first step but Jeff decided to distract you from your goal. He has the chance you like him a lot because you totally could ask him to come back later.

You froze in the middle of your room while it feels like your heart will come out of your chest. “Shit. I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I can’t…” Okay, you’re gonna pee on yourself in about two seconds. “Shut up, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just take a breath and calm down.” Clay wasn’t the type of guy to swear. But you knew that when he does it, it was because something particularly affected him. He was the calm one between you two. “C'mon, Y/N. It’s not as if it was Sebastian Stan** who was here to pick you up. It’s just Jeff Atkins. But for fuck’s sake, it’s still Jeff Atkins.”

“Now, stand up and join your boy.” he pursued. You give them a quick hug. “Thank you, guys.” Just before you step out of the room, Hannah took your hand, looking deep in yours eyes. “Please. Do not miss this chance.” You smile at her, thinking of all the times she pushed you and Jeff to recognize your feelings. Jeff was having a chat with your brother about the next baseball game. They were in the same team and you were relieved to know that they get along well. Your brother knew how kind and gentle was Jeff so there was no problem with you two hanging out.

They stop their conversation as you make your way to them. He’s wearing a white t-shirt highlighting his suntanned skin. God, he’s beautiful. “You ready to go ?” You can’t help but feel a little hurt because he didn’t say anything. Even if you’re just wearing a shirt with a pair of pants and you had his jacket, you were still hoping he would say something. “Yep. We can go.” You give a kiss to your brother just before leaving and following Jeff to his car.

“I didn’t want to make you feel unconfortable by making this in front of your little brother and Clay and Hannah who were clearly spying us but…” He’s looking at you with his beautiful smile. His legendary smile that makes all the girls fall in love with him. He’s running his hand across your face to your lips, caressing it with his thumb. Then presses it while your heart is beating more and more.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you a few millimeters next to your lips, just where his thumb was. Even though he didn’t kiss you, the contact of his lips on your cheek totally electrified your all body. Jeff then took your hand and didn’t let it go until you arrived. 



*so I was thinking about harry styles’ tattoo for this drawing.

**he’s the one who plays Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) in Captain America.

Tumblr prompt ( jimin * OC)

can I have a jimin angst(and maybe smut) where oc and him are in an arranged marriage but they were childhood bestfriends so oc thought their marriage won’t go so bad but jimin became a cold reserved guy who doesn’t like oc? + plus happy endings cuz your angsts break me everytime 😭

Part 1/?

AU : Mafia Au [ because I miss writing Mafia AU.]

Warning : implied bullying, violence, some political bullshit, implied blackmail .

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“Your husband loves you. it’s obvious in the way he stares at you. “ the woman was tall, svelte and dressed in rich browns and reds. i stared at her briefly, watched the way her eyes lingered on the breadth of jimin’s shoulders, the crisp cut of his clacks, the lean trim of his wiast in those perfectly tailored pants and the curve of his smile as he laughed with his friends. 

The club was almost empty , except for Jimin, Jung kook and Yoongi standing near the bar . The woman’s husband, a Lee Kung Min, was sitting on a huge couch in one of the raised platforms, two pretty little things on either side of him. his wife seemed completely unaffected by the way the girls were gyrating on his lap , too busy ogling my husband. 

“Yes.” I said softly, staring at the man who held so many bits of me that I’d given up on trying to get them back. He looked breathtaking in the dim lighting of the club, his hair styled and his fingers tapping restlessly on the lapel of his jacket. 

i felt the familiar fear and panic bubble and had to struggle to tamp it down.

 i knew what he was feeling underneath the expensive fabric of his jacket. the leather holster with his trustee gun : A 9 mm Glock with a sleek granite body that looked gorgeous in his hands. compact and deadly : just like jimin himself. 

“So, it’s odd, the two of you. the daughter of a Minister and a low level CEO…. how does that happen…”

how indeed? how did that little girl who loved colors and art turn into a pawn lost inside  the most violent criminal enterprise in the country. how did a girl who hated the very sight of blood marry a cold blooded killer? 

 “Tell me. How did it begin?” She repeated insistently and i gave her a little smile.

How did it begin? 

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It began with the letters .

I was seven years old when I  received the first one. it was written on a scrap of paper, tied to a smooth pebble, like the kind you could find at the bottom of a lake and the string was strong and ruby red. i remember playing in the yard of my father’s huge bungalow, using a metal fork to dig up a bit of mud in an attempt to build a moat for the imaginary castle where my princess would be.

i’d just finished pouring a bit of water into the pit  when the pebble came sailing over the high cement fencing, landing with a thud on my moat. Looking back, i was lucky it hadn’t just hit me in the head. i pulled open the string tie and found myself staring at the tied up string and with all the innocence of a seven year old, i opened the letter and found myself staring at an almost illegible scarwl.

i lyke yu ~ park jimin.

meet me outsyde the gayt

And as i naively went outside to meet my mystery suitor, my life changed forever.’

And that’s when i first met him, a twelve year old kid with a swollen eye, messy hair and a smile that made his eyes disappear. He gave me a grin and held his hand out. 

“Hi, i’m jimin.” He said firmly and I grinned back. 

jimin had been the epitome of quiet and friendly and cuddly and adorable and he had this way of looking at me like i was the most important thing on the planet. He was also incredibly sweet and it was obvious that he just enjoyed having someone to play with, even though he was five years older than me. 

“how’d you find me?” i said curiously, that first day, when he took me to a secret clearing in the woods, showed me how to catch tadpoles from the small brooke. 

“all the kids said that you’re a princess. that your father keeps you captive in the tower of your house. “ 

i smiled a little.

“Daddy says, if i go out, people will try to steal me away…”

Jimin hummed. 

“i won’t steal you. i just want to be your friend.” He grinned. 

“Okay. “ i said easily, not even questioning the why of it. 

For the next five years, I met Jimin everyday outside the huge wrought iron gates of my home and we would explore the woods around our property, digging through dirt, going on faux treasure hurts and catching tadpoles in the small ponds littered across the woods.

Right up to the day he moved away, when i was twelve and he was seventeen but he had promised to stay in touch. 

And i fully believed him. 

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freak. short. ugly. pushover. doormat. look at her with those slouched shoulders. ugh, she disgusts me honestly…just because her father has a bit of money…. she thinks she’s better than us but she’s actually the worst.

the words felt like little shards of glass, tearing through my skin and embedding themselves inside my soul. i hated school. i hated life. sometimes i just wanted to lie down, shut my eyes and never wake up.

why did these people hate me so much? i wondered miserably. the words were repetitive and monotonous, yet somehow managed to retain their power, not fading into the background the way they ought to, instead just scribing themselves ont he insides of my brain,

. i was a pushover. i was spineless.

I wasn’t a fighter. i certainly wasn’t good at confrontation either. Everytime i got into trouble with someone i quickly got away from that place to avoid an argument. it was instinctive at this point, the need to stay away from any kind of conflict.

And if it weren’t for the fact that i had my own future planned out, i wouldn’t be even alive at this point. i glanced at the clock, remembering how excited i used to be about 5.00 PM , when i’d been a  seven year old. 

i was still excited. albeit for different reasons. jimin had kept his promise . although we hadn’t met or talked to each other he had written letters. Just silly everyday things that helped me get through life, simple because they told me that even if no one else did, he cared about me. 

But I would get it back, i thought defiantly, staring at the huge bulk of envelopes, hidden deep inside my closet : a collection of his letters to me written over the period of ten years. Right from when he’d first moved back home to Busan when he was seventeen and i was twelve, to last month, when he had sent me the sweetest proposal ever.

The letter had come with a package : a small velvet box with a startlingly blue sapphire ring.

My engagement ring.

i was engaged to Park jimin. it wasn’t really and earth shattering surprise, i thought with a giggle. Even as a seven year old, i’d known that i would spend the rest of my life with Jimin. 

Sweet, kind and beautiful jimin. 

And if everything went right, by next month, i’d be free from the living hell that was my college. i could continue doing art, which was what I wanted to do anyway. that and be the best possible wife park jimin would ever have ( not that he would have any other) and repay him for the years of companionship.

But it seemed a pity that all this love i’d carried for him, all these years, would be forever lost between folds of paper. I sighed. it wasn’t the time to moan lost time. I was going to marry him. i would have him for the rest of our lives . that was what was important.

“Y/N!!” My mother’s voice made me jump a little. i grinned and grabbed the shawl from the closet, draping it over my bare shoulders and fluffing my blonde hair just once. I’d put my make up on earlier and I shifted a bit from one foot to the other, excitement coursing through me.

He was famous now. Handsome, successful and rich. Would he think i looked really different? I supposed so. the last time he’d seen me, I’d been a petite, awkward twelve year old. i was still awkward, although the years had added a little bit of flesh to my spindly frame. i wasn’t curvy but i was borderline feminine, if i put on one of those padded bras.

Humming, i stared at the small framed photo of him, that stood on my nightstand.

“well, I’m finally going to meet you. After so many years. in person. Don’t kiss me in front of everyone , okay? Wait till we’re alone..” i whispered softly, pressing a soft kiss to the picture, before walking out of the door.

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“Wow…you’re.. you look different. ” i laughed nervously, staring at the stranger in front of me.

 Gone was the slightly chubby, slanty eyed boy of my childhood. Park Jimin looked nothing like the boy of my memories, his face angular and handsome, jawline so sharp it looked like it could cut and lips plump and soft : unsmiling .

i remembered how easily he used to smile, years ago and this gruff, serious version of him was oddly disturbing.

“Your father told me you’re changing colleges, after marriage?” He said briskly and i blinked.

“oh.. yeah. I thought it would be hard if i went to college here in Seoul when you’re in Busan and …”

“there are colleges in busan.” He said blankly, staring at me with a frown. i swallowed, surprised by the tone.

“of course, i mean.. yes, but i was hoping that …”

“You’re an art major, right?”

i nodded.

“you can get your credits transferred to one of the universities in Busan. pick one and let me know.”

there was something careless and intimidating about the way he said , pick one : like he was offering me the choice of candy in a shop as opposed to a seat in a prestigious college and i wondered , what it was that he did. But there were other more pressing things at hand. 

i stared at him, torn .

i didn’t want to go to college, for a number of reasons. I’d been studying art on my own, had even done commissions for a lot of people. i really wanted to study it formally but without having to mingle with people. And i was bad at the whole trophy wife thing : bad at making friends , bad at standing up for myself , just bad at socializing in general. 

But the park jimin in front of me looked like he didn’t really care what i wanted. i stared at him, searching for the boy i remembered but there was no warmth, no affection , not even the casual friendliness one might offer a complete starnger.

He was hostile and i had been surrounded by hostile people so often and so much that i recoiled instinctively, confused and hurt but too scared to voice out my thoughts.

he’s been a busy guy. just because you spent the last decade thinking about him everyday, doesn’t mean he did too… he’s probably really shy… just let him start this in his own pace….

i swallowed and managed a smile.

“i really loved the ring.” i said softly, holding my hand up to show him the sapphire stone.

He stared at it for a second and then gave me a small smile.

“i’ll let my secretary know. i’m pretty sure she’s the one who picked it out for you.”

It was a struggle, keeping the smile in place , but i managed.

“will you.. will you be here to plan the wedding? i was hoping we could visit the venue together and -”

“It’s already done.” He said casually, finally looking at me, his gaze lingering on the edge of my neck. I raised my fingers up instinctively but his hand shot out , gripping my wrist so hard that i flinched. 

“what is that?” He said , the first hint of emotion in his tone and i blinked foolishly, not sure what he was referring to. 

“What -?”

And without warning he reached out, forefinger pressing against the curve of my neck and digging in , the sting of the touch making me wince. 

“This mark… it looks like a bruise, how the fuck did you get it?” He said softly and the words were saccharine, almost cloyingly sweet but there was something in the  tone  that made me pause and I went perfectly still, not sure what to say. 

“it’s…” i thought about the senior who had yanked on my bag when i’d walked past him in the cafeteria. The strap on my shoulder had rubbed against my neck, hard enough to leave a small abrasion that had bloomed into a bruise. 

“Nothing.” i said finally, staring at him in worry . 

He stared at me for a second and then hummed. 

“I hope you have a good enough reason to lie, because after we’ve married if i find out you’ve been sleeping around behind my back, i’m going to be pretty mad….” he said casually.

the syllables strung together into words , reached my brain rather sluggishly and it took me a few seconds to fully comprehend that he sounded annoyed. 

 sleeping around…he thought the bruise was a hickey? 

“i’m not.. i never…” i stopped, not sure what i was trying to say. not sure why i sounded so defensive  when i really had nothing to be defensive about. We hadn’t seen each other in ten years and honestly, the letters were hardly a symbol of any commitment. Technically he had no claim on me till after we married and so the look on his face and the words on his tongue were both out of place and unfair. 

But i was an idiot and i didn’t even put up a fight. just nodding mutely. 

But then his next words made my entire being freeze. 

“I’m not saying you have to be faithful to me. it’s not about that. I have a public life. it’s important that you stay discreet because because i can’t have scandals popping up so close to our marriage. They’re going to carefully examine your social life, and if there’s anything indecent that you would rather hide, better let me know now, before it affects both of us. “ 

i stared at him. 

“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t intend to stay faithful to our marriage?” i said in disbelief. He gave me a blank stare. 

“If you want to put it that way, yes. i’d rather say, pursuing our own interests. There’s no reason a stupid contract should stop us from living our own lives. “ 

 Stupid contract… living our own lives…

 “Are you kidding right now? is this a joke?” i said shrilly. 

he frowned. 

“What?”

“You.. You’re… that’s not what you said in your letters… You..” 

“Letters? what letters?” 

I stared at him and slowly, the truth dawned. A slow simmering bit of comprehension followed by burning humiliation. The letters…. he hadn’t written them. 

it made sense, now. 

My father had always been the one to deliver them. 

They never carried any postmarks. 

Jimin hadn’t written those letters.

 My parents had. 

 what a fool, you’ve been. 

My father : always with the kind , “Y/N  See, he hasn’t forgotten you! ” a gentle coaxing tone to make me feel loved when in fact it had all just been an elaborate lie. 

a lie to hide the insidious truth of what this marriage was : a complete and utter sham. 

“you’re… you don’t even remember me … do you?” i said stupidly. 

He gave me a blank stare. 

“we’ve met before?” he sounded genuinely surprised and i felt hysteria build up inside me. 

i tamped down the urge to sob and swallowed . 

“i… no. I must’ve mistaken you for someone else.” i said stupidly. it wasn’t a complete lie. The man in the letters was not the man in front of me. And maybe the man in the letters did not exist at all. 

“You know why we’re marrying right? “ he said suddenly. “ Your father wants my … support for the coming elections and i need him to help me out with my … business. That’s all this is….“

I smiled pleasantly, hoping that the crack in my heart wasn’t too obvious. 

“of course.” i said softly. 

A month later i’d married him.

 And on our wedding night, watching him shrug on his jacket, light a cigarette and then give me a smile with a careless, i realized that all he was willing to say was an indifferent, “ I’ve got some stuff to do. Don’t open the doors till i get back, alright?” 

No promises of a rosy future. No dreams to be lived together. No love . No family. Just him getting whatever it was that that my father had sold me for. 

Just me sitting with my back against the hardwood headboard staring into the wall and trying to understand what had gone wrong and how. 

And that was that. 

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And then that night, two weeks into our marriage , when he had come home drenched in blood and then he’d taken one look at my ashen face and said something that was both terrifying and calming.

“The blood isn’t mine.” 

i had stared at him, too stunned to respond. He shrugged off his jacket and there it was , a leather strap on across his broad chest, with a holstered gun resting just below the curve of his pecs. 

i stared at it in fear , disbelief and horror. 

“You… You’re…” 

“ I’m going to tell you this just once : what i do outside in my own time is none of your fucking business. You’re my wife, yes. But only when we’re in public.”

“Jimin….”

“Do i make myself clear?”

“……..”

“I SAID, DO I FUCKING  MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”  

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i’d woken up to the sound of running water. After weeks of sleeping alone in the apartment, i’d become ridiculously attuned to the slightest sounds. not that i had to be. Jimin had guards all over the place. 

But i slipped on my peachy fuzz slipper and tip toed to the hallway, catching a glimpse of him , hunched over counter. 

“What … what are you doing..?”

He looked up from where he was bent over the kitchen sink, watching a huge curved knife, the water turning murky brown like ketchup gone bad as it went down the drain.

“The less you know, the better….”

“You’re not… you’re not just a CEO are you?”

He gave me a slow smile. 

“No, i’m not…”

“Are you….. Do you kill people?”

“Go back to bed, Y/N….”

“Jimin.. that’s not right… I can’t… you can’t…”

“I’m heading back out. go get some sleep.” 

i stared at him and it suddenly made sense. 

“this is it , isn’t it…. This is why you married me… As my husband you get immunity…” i laughed in disbelief. “ no one’s going to arrest the Minister’s son in law…” 

He looked up then, brows raised and lips quirking up in a soft smile.  

“Aren’t you a smart little cookie..?” he sneered. 

“you’re a murderer… You disgust me.. You…” i was shaking in disbelief. i was married to a murderer…. 

He huffed in annoyance and rounded on me, eyes blazing. 

“Your father was the one who paid me to do it. the guy i took out today? He’s the one sponsoring your father’s political rival in the next election. i’m just doing my duty as a filial son in law… “ He smirked. 

i swallowed. 

“That’s.. That doesn’t make it right.. you can’t just…’

“Well, isn’t it great then, the fact that i don’t give a flying fuck about what you think. “ 

I stopped short, glaring at him. 

“what happened to you… the jimin i knew would never hurt a fly.. why are you so…”

“the jimin you knew?!” He laughed. “ you mean the snotty nosed kid who trailed after you like a dog? panting for the smallest glance you’d deem to throw at him? you want me to be that kid again?”

i stared at him, feeling my heart turn over. 

“So , you do remember me.”

Something flashed in his eye , gone before i could fully grasp it. 

“ To answer your question….That boy is dead. this one here” he pointed a finger at himself. “ Doesn’t give a damn about you.” 

and then he was turning on his heel and walking out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. 

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the clink of glasses drew me back to the present. 

“That’s a really long story, Ms. Lee. Very boring too. Why don’t we go get another drink?” i said easily and the woman smiled, reluctantly tearing her eyes away from jimin to look at me. 

“I think you’re husband wants you…” she said with a little smile and i turned around. 

Jimin was leaning against the wall, his pose specific and clear. He had his eyes trained on me, his lips parted slightly , his eyes boring holes into my head and i felt my throat go dry. 

This was my cue.

i turned to the woman and gave her a small smile. And then i subtly knocked my elbow till the glass of wine tipped over, splashing over both our dresses in a crimson wave. 

“Ms Kim, i think I need a little help.. Could you?” I said softly, pointing out the restroom and she blinked but readily agreed. 

once we were in the ladies room, it was easy. i kept her distracted, helping her get the worst of the stain out and then letting her do the same for me. 

about five minutes in, the fire alarm began to ring and I grabbed her hand. 

“oh…. we need to get out…” i said urgently. 

She looked surprised and then the fear seeped in easily.

“My husband… he’s out there…”

“He’ll get out… come on… we need to leave!” i said urgently. 

She looked torn and then took my hand, gripping it hard and we began running out of the room and out into the hallways which was already filling with smoke and people. the dancers, some of the escorts, the bartenders from the different floors, the guards… everyone was piling into the hallways and the chaos would give Jimin enough cover to do what he had come here to do. 

kill my companion’s husband. 

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When i stood underneath the shower that night, I scrubbed harder on my skin, wondering if perhaps that man’s blood was on mine as well. 

 Blood of my Blood . flesh of my Flesh.  

Jimin had made that vow on the day of our wedding and i wondered if that translated to his sins. did they rest on my fingers too ? Was it a sin, loving a man who took someone else’s right to live? 

i turned the water on hotter , turning my face up into the spray from the showerhead , so lost in the feel of the running water that i didn’t even hear the door opening. 

it wasn’t till i felt the press of his chest against my naked back , that I realized that he’d slipped into the shower with me, the unwelcome presence making me jolt as i screamed. 

“shush…” He whispered, lips trailing over the edge of my ear before pressing down on the curve of my shoulder. “it’s me. You were so perfect tonight  ”

i stiffened. 

“Get out..” i said unconvincingly, my voice weak. 

He hummed, before wrapping an arm around my waist, palms trailing up over the wet skin to lightly shape my breasts, drawing out a startled gasp out of me. 

“i think not….Tonight went flawlessly. His wife was the only problem in the whole thing and you helped get her out of the way.  I appreciate the help…. ” 

I turned around in his arms, stifling the sheer visceral pleasure just looking at him gave me. if Park jimin in a suit was a visual treat than Park jimin out of his clothes was a whole other level of sin. 

i gave him a push. 

“i only did it because you threatened to kill her too.” i hissed. “ you’re a heartless bastard and i hate you..” 

“You’re my wife…” he began and i laughed. 

“now you remember?! Get out…” i said angrily. 

“Your father wants a grand child.” He whispered, gaze heavy and I felt my heart swoop down to my knees. 

“what?”

“you heard me. i think he has a point. Some of the investors in my company are starting to wonder too. They want to know who’s going to take over the company after me. ” 

Wow. Wow. 

i stared at him in disbelief. 

“i can’t  believe this….You… My father said he wanted a grand kid so you decided you can just walk in and… After everything you did to me.. Get out…!!” i screeched, fury bubbling through my veins like acid.  i shoved him , hard and he grunted in annoyance. 

He stumbled a little, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist before glaring at me. 

“this isn’t over. You’re my wife. Technically, you  cannot keep me out of your bed….i fucking bought that body when i married you…. ” He whispered, eyes trailing over my body as i hugged myself. The water had long gone cold and i was shivering. 

I glared at him. 

 “i won’t be another whore in your bed. “ i hissed and he actually laughed. 

“ You think i want you to be one? . You’re not good enough to be my whore.”   he snapped before stalking out of the bathroom. 

i glared at the closed door, shaking a bit as i sunk to the floor. 

God damn you, Park Jimin. 

Figuring it out (finally)

Pairing: Deamus (Seamus x Dean)

Notes: I finally did it, Starr. I wrote a goddamn deamus fic @sleepy-loopin

Thanks to @stripygirl for beta me ♥


Seamus had been avoiding Dean for almost five days in a row now.

At the beginning he disappeared only one or two hours from the side of his best friend. Just to feel like he was still an individual person and not that kind of two headed human that people seemed to think they were. Because Seamus was always with Dean, that was a fact not a fact that made him proud, but a fact.

When Dean started to date Ginny, those hours of “free will” weren’t his decision but a reasonable matter. Y'see, Dean wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, exploring her mouth with his avid tongue, probably playing some sort of join-the-dots with her freckles and his calloused hands, and maybe later pin her down on the bed and– Well, yeah, the thing was that Dean wanted to spend time with Ginny and Seamus didn’t want to be the third wheel. It felt wrong in the human decency sense and at the same time it made his stomach feel sick. But mostly it was because of the human decency thing.

That’s when they stopped being Dean-and-Seamus and started being Dean and Seamus. And it felt weird but mostly fine. He sometimes felt that he missed his friend and those were natural feelings or at least that’s what Harry had told him he had kind of the same problem with Ron and Lavender. But that dreadful feeling didn’t last long since once Dean and Ginny had their amicable break up, Dean and Seamus started once again to be Dean-and-Seamus. Or at least for a while.

When Seamus started to feel once again like an entity with two heads, he tried not to panic. Wasn’t easy, but hey he was a strong guy who could face his fears and it all was well. Until he started to notice the weird looks of their classmates everytime he put a bit of a distance - hey, he was a strong guy but sometimes you need to take a break. People were more surprised at him for not taking Dean’s hand or not hugging him senseless than he was. And that was something to say.

So he started noticing it too. 

The way Dean brushed his hair off his face in Potions or the way Dean’s fingers brushed with his everytime he took the lead on the potion making process. The way he always rested his head on Dean’s shoulder when they were on the library, just to aknowledge him in return. How Dean guided him by pushing the lower part of his back. Or how he bit his fingers until they almost bleeded each time Dean was on detention with Snape. And many, many more things but yeah, the point was made. 

He, himself, Seamus Finnigan, noticed how things were working between the two of them. And the strong man fled.

It wasn’t like he wanted to avoid Dean for all eternity - even the thought of that made him wince in pain. But he wanted to sort out why the bloody hell things had developed like this. Y'see, Seamus wasn’t the kind of friend who got really attached to others. Actually when he was a kid he was pretty friendly but he had his boundaries kinda settled and that’s why he tried to remember in which exact moment everything had changed. Probably sharing a room with your best friend changes lot of things but to the let’s-share-clothes-if-everything-is-in-the-laundry-basquet kind not the I’m-gonna-drag-you-across-the-school-holding-hands kind.

But maybe that was because Dean was a very physical friend; he wasn’t sure. So he tried to watch him interact with others. He knew it looked pretty much like stalking but no, he was just watching for research purposes. But Dean never let himself go, never more than a hug. No brushing anyone’s hair behind their ear nor taking anyone’s hand nor bro-snuggles nor anything else. And it was weird, soothing also but mostly weird. Deep inside himself, Seamus knew that otherwise he would have felt jealous. And that’s… that’s not good.

So yeah, he had been avoiding Dean for the last five days, trying to figure something out that he already knew but couldn’t actually accept. But now he’s here in front of Dean’s bed while the former was reading a book and didn’t even look up at him.

“I have to tell you something.”, Seamus breathed out playing with his hands, just to break contact a few seconds later and clean the sweat of his palms on his trousers.

“If you’re gonna tell me that Slughorn told you that you’ll not pass Potions, then save it”, Dean’s eyes still glued to the book. Seamus could feel the way his muscles tensed even more, a small irking feeling growing in his chest.

“What–? No, the bloody hell? Haven’t you noticed that I was avoiding you?”, suddenly he felt stupid at saying that since the whole point of avoiding someone is not letting them know you are actually doing it. The need of swallowing the words just to stop screwing things up mixed with the feeling of the tip of his ears getting hot.

Dean shrugged, still reading that goddamn book on his hands. “You always do that for a couple of days once in a while. This time it was a little bit more but it’s fine”, he said while turning the page nonchalantly. Seamus couldn’t quite figure out if he felt his chest ache or burst in anger.

“Would you bloody look at me!?”, he roared while his eyes started to prickle. Dean quickly snapped his gaze out of the book just to look at Seamus, who held his breath and felt his ears and cheeks start to burn with too much intensity. Maybe it was an awful idea ‘cause now he couldn’t say a word. Dean’s eyes making him feel lost since there was no judgement nor pain in them, just a warm feeling that made Seamus feel somewhat understood.

The noise of the book in Dean’s hands suddenly closing made him jump a bit. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t move. He was being a bloody idiot standing there with Dean looking at him like nothing was wrong. Like he had expected this. Seamus squinted his eyes as Dean smirked, Seamus eyebrows frowning as an answer. “You bloody knew, didn’t you?”

Dean got up from his bed without losing a beat and stopped right in front of Seamus. That smirk transformed into a fond smile that flipped Seamus’ stomach. If he didn’t know Dean, he would have said that all of this was somewhat planned. Wich he was pretty sure it was somehow or at least Dean had a faint idea of what he was expecting to happen. Suddenly his mind lost all trains of thought; a hand on the back of his neck giving him goosebumps and another one playing carefully with the tips of his fingers. Seamus swallowed again, unable to tear his eyes apart from Dean’s.

“I’m so glad that you finally figured it out”, the smile on Dean’s lips grew wider.

He didn’t have any time to analize how much love that look was giving him. A pair of lips suddenly on his, barely touching like the fire was enough to contain all the feelings that washed over them. Seamus thought about pulling back for a moment just to let go a soft laugh right after. It felt like everytime he tried to brew a new potion or that time he had tried to do rum. It feels like something was going to explode. And that is all the push he needed before cupping both hands at the sides of Dean’s face and pressing their foreheads together. The smile on his lips so wide he could feel his cheeks burning in what he knew was a pretty obvious blush. He didn’t care. He didn’t mind. A low, wishful sigh escaped from his lips. “For Merlin’s ball Dean, I bloody love you”

Just a chuckle, a little one escaping from Dean’s lips. That’s all it took for Seamus to kiss him back again.

Seamus had been avoiding Dean for almost five days in a row. But that wouldn’t be a issue, he wasn’t planning on leaving Dean’s side anymore.

2

I might keep you


Group:Bts,Vixx

Memeber:Namjoon, Ravi

AU: CEO

A/n: Daddy Namjoon is a religion. Don’t get me started on this one.

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Breath. Three deep breaths. Y/N you can do it. It is only a work placement. You look like a child. You are a child. You became legal two freakin weeks ago. Fuck it. Honestly. I’m nervous. Okay. This elevator is going fast. Too fast. I have to go through my notes once again. What can they ask me? What is my degree? If I had been on other placements? What languages do I know?  God…they can even ask me which number are the correct ones for the lottery and I should know.

Who are you? You are Y/N. You are a candidate for work placement in one of the biggest corporations in the world. The CEO is a man called Kim Namjoon. The third heir of the company. Not many people have seen him,but those who have say he is beyond handsome and beyond scary. They tell stories on the newspaper how he doesn’t speak much but when he does he has the voice of the devil,with hints of desire and sparkles of want. All female full time employees are always wearing short pencil skirts and heels in order to try to attract the young heir. But he doesn’t buy it. God, is he a virgin? One of those romantic guys that keeps himself for the girl of his dreams? Or maybe he is one of the Dom’s? One of those that will secretly touch his girl under the table during a conference. Or maybe he likes being submissive,but can’t let it show because he is an important figure? You decide.

Okay enough Y/N. Too much thinking. Back to the important questions. Take a sip from the Green Tea your mother made you this morning in order to feel fresh and ready to be the best part-time employee.

You can’t say that I feel very fresh. Last night I had to sleep and be a blooming flower in the morning,but no! I decided to read smut fictions about my hoped future boss on Tumblr. This is exactly what you shouldn’t do the night before an intreview. It’s a stupid decision.

But I found out interesting things. He has fan clubs. You can say he is as popular as any other star. Every item he has touched and left behind goes on for sale and the prices people pay are ridicules. Each and every fan club speculates how Namjoon really looks. When you read that some fanclubs even think he is the Lord Commander of the Vampires you should know it’s time to sleep.

“Floor 114" This is it. Keep yourself collected. You can do this Y/N. You only have to survive through an interview. Nothing special.

The moment I stepped out of the elevator my eyes were greeted by many women in guess what…pencil skirts and heels. All of them had long straighten hair as if they were freakin clones. Almost all of them. One girl,not much older than me, looked not in her place. Like me. But she was stunning. A beautiful girl of color. If I was a man you can bet she was everything I look for in a woman. Unlike the blond clones with straighten hair,she had a flawless afro. It made her stand out in a good way. She had no heels ,just like me, she was with white Vans. They probably were really white once,but like all shoes they weren’t so white anymore. But so were mine red Converse. And just like me she was looking around as if she was in the wrong place. I knew I had to have her in my life. This was destiny. Walking towards her and I sat nervously next to her. When she noticed me a look of relief spread across her features. “We don’t look like we belong here.” she amiled at me “I was about to say it. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” I said bringing out my most cheerful voice. “I’m Corin. It’s also really nice to meet you.” her natural plump lips became one even warmer smile.“You have an amazing hair. I have always wanted to do an afro,but it’s not appropriate. I don’t want to anger anyone or someone to think that I’m disrespectful towards their tradions.” “This is really nice of yours. I really like your hair too. Its so straight and it’s obvious unlike theirs that is natural.” we both blushed and giggled because compliments and talking about the other candidates isn’t something you do on a work placement interview. I think. “Can I see your resume?” we both said at the same time. And that evolved in more giggles. “Of course. Here.” we said together again this time laughing loud. Some clones turned to look at us but found out we had absolute no interest in them whatsoever and continued doing whatever they were doing.

Let me tell you,she had an amaizng resume. So good that I almost felt miserable about mine. We talked more and I really liked her and I think she liked me. We changed numbers and even made plans for a nice brunch next week where we can talk more. Suddenly we started talking about Kim Namjoon. She told me that he has a brother. An older brother. “If I ever want to meet someone is probably him. They say he is just as badass as his younger brother. The Kim brothers are partners in crime. The black sheeps of the Kim family. But for whatever reason their grandfather left everything, the whole empire to them. No one,even their own parents weren’t happy with that decision. But no one could do anything about it because the will stated that the heirs of Kim corp. are the Kim brothers. They are both cold and scary,because of their past and the people they lost.” All night I read about the Kims but I haven’t read this. It was in no tabloid or forum. Nowhere. “Corin,how do you know that?” she only smiled sad “My mother. She had been working for the Kims for a long time. Truth is I’m here because my mother asked Mrs.Kim  to let me on the final list. Mrs.Kim and my mother have a very good relationship and Mrs.Kim had always taken care of me.” “So that means you have seen the brothers.” “No. I haven’t. They don’t live with their parents and everytime they did come to the house Mrs. Kim has told me to go in my room because things down there may get ugly. And most of the time they did. Every time one of the brothers was in the house a fight was inevitable. So I never saw them. But I know their voices like I know this” and she showed me her right hand" is my right hand. From all the shouting in the house I know whose voice is who’s. The raspy low one is Wonsik,the older brother. The low rich load one is Namjoon,the younger one.“

The doors of the elevator opened and a handsome man not older than twenty six stepped into the room. "He is…unusual.” I said looking at my new friend. “Maybe he is a designer or something.” I would’ve guessed so too. The man had a strong red bleached hair with small golden rings attached to it. He was wearing a light blue suit with absolutely nothing underneath. On his chest,fingers and ankles tattoos were coloring his skin. The whole situation was finished with floral Gucci sneakers and that was it. He had only a unreadable look in his eyes and nothing else was there on his handsome features. “Bad weather. Bad morning.” “Was this supposed tob be Good morning because in human language we say…” I whispered in Corins ear “Kim Wonsik."she said scared"Kim Wonsik…wait,what?” my head snapped. “Y/N. This is Kim Wonsik. The older Kim.”

If a minute ago I looked him like he was some psycho,now he looked scary. He was indeed scary now. A hand grabbed mine and I saw Corin shaking trying to hold onto something. I squeezed her hand trying to smile. “Corin,it’s okay. He…”“You don’t know him. I have heard him. Although Wonsik is less scarier than Namjoon,he isn’t weaker than him. Between the two Wonsik is the body and action. Namjoon is the brain. Wonsik is more reckless.”“I have the names of 50 girls in this list. You are fighting as you know for 5 work placements in total. The 5 choosen will be assigned in different departments by us the CEOs ourself. Since I want to finish faster…” and he stopped dead in his sentence. Following where he was looking I ended up looking where I hoped he wasn’t looking - at Corin. He was looking at her like she was some ghost,like a child that after years of searching found his toy. She stopped shaking and was just looking scared. Wonsik smirked and looked away. “Corin what happend?” “I don’t know and I don’t want to. Y/N I’m afraid.” “So am I. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you. I’m here.”


“Line in five rows of ten. I have no time for joking around.“ Wonsik voice spread across the almost quite room. This was a command,no a "if you may do it”. With Corin’s hand in mine I stood us both up and holding her tightly we stood next to each other.“Someone from my team will start calling you in…Namjoon,what a pleasant surprise,little brother.” Everyone looked at the elevator where a breathtaking man was standing. Tall and scary. Dirty blond hair was slicked back so that black mesmerizing eyes could kill. A beautiful red choker decorated his neck. The muscular body was attempted to be hidden behind a black suit matched with fitted suit pants that outlined his perfect thighs. Under the suit jacket there was a black shirt with exactly three unbuttoned buttons. People are probably afraid to walk when he walks because dust may fall on his…five thousand three hundred and sixty four dollar Alexander McQueen shoes,don’t ask how I know this. Without saying anything he stepped in the room and like robots the rows split in the middle making an aisle for the intimidating man to walk on with his minions. He gave off the vibe of fear and sexual tension,while women made the air thick with arousal. He stood next to his brother and and know the picture was just plain the death of me. Two pairs of unreadable eyes. Everyones eyes in the room were glued to the ground from fear. Where ever the brothers looked the tension hanging on each of our shoulders became even heavier. 

“Tell me you are kidding.” everyone were right. If the devil had a voice this was going to be it. It was a low yet loud voice just as Corin said. If he wanted me to sin only a sentence should roll on his sinful lips and it was going to be enough to make me do whatever he wanted.“I tought we agreed that for the work placement we want good looking women not…people like her."his head only nodded in the direction of Corin or at that time I thought so. The blond clones giggled all together trying to appeal to Kim Namjoon. Corin was looking at the ground refusing to look up. She was holding my hand tightly and tears started to roll from her eyes. This was a grave mistake Kim Namjoon. I’m killing you and your freakin placement because you hurt a girl that was so nice and the only thing she wants is to call her mother and to tell her efforts finally gave fruit. I was someone who hated to see others hurt and she was visibly hurt. Oh I don’t care who you are Kim Namjoon. You just angered the goddess of Human rights. Angry,my head snapped up full of confidence. My eyes could kill if they could.

"And what exactly is wrong with her Mr. Mighty CEO?!” I snapped and the giggles abruptly stopped. As if no one was there. Mr. Kims head slowly turned in my direction looking me straight in the eyes. In any other moment I would’ve peed myself from fear but not now. Not right now. Right now I was stronger than him.“You will excuse me,but she is stunning. Unlike the bleached blonde clones at least she is different. So am I as I see. Should we all wear pencil skirts and heels to please you your mighty Highnesses? My hair is also brown. Oh no. Should I bleach it blonde? If you can’t see the potential of people with amazing resumes like hers you are not worth my or even less hers time,brain or effort. So excuse me while I turn my red Converse and get out of here. With "Her”. An actual intelligent human being. Goodbye.“ Without saying anything and still holding our hands we walked through the blond tall clones.</p> <p>When I turned my head around just before we leave so I could see his reaction before I leave this freakin place forever.A smirk is everything I saw. A freakin smirk. He was looking at me like I am an interesting species that he haven’t seen or heard about. His thumb slowly rubbed his plump lips as if he was thinking what to say. I was holding Corin and was ready to storm out,but this look. This look was lurking me back. It was telling me to stay still and to wait. Like a good girl."What’s your name?” is what he asked me. From everything you could’ve said. You say…What’s your name. "Y/N. My name is Y/N. Does it matter?“I said not looking away from his eyes. I just couldn’t."Yes it does. Wonsik,there are four places open from this moment on. She comes with me. Ms. Y/N lead the way. And bu the way I wasn’t talking about Corin. Corin,say hi to mother.” What? “No Namjoon. You do it yourself.” After all they know each other. Turning my back to Kim Namjoon I looked at Corin. “You told me you haven’t seen them. Why did you lie?” “There are things family can’t share Y/N so lie is the answer then. I’m sorry. But things are too complicated for someone who I met today.” Warm breath warmed my neck. Namjoon was so close to me the heat coming from him was warming my back. A low “You can let go of her now.” is what I heard and soon a big hand catched mine swiftly and I let go of Corin’s hand. “Let’s go. Big brother,I believe you will take care of things here.” A loud “You bet I will.” was heard before Namjoon dragged me in the elevator and pulled out a golden card ehich he swipped on the logo of the company and the elevator started moving.

No talking. Just breathing and the sound of my fast beating heart. I was scared. Where ever we were going I couldn’t escape. Whatever he wanted to say I should listen. “Now you are quiet.” the statement died in the silence. “Why are you not saying anything?” you shouldn’t answer Y/N. Don’t lurk yourself in this trap. He wants you to speak. The hell,I came here to become part-time employee. What did I get myself into? “Mr.Kim you arrived your destination. Destination-your main office.” The fuck were you?! Where did this voice came from. The robo voice from the elevator doesn’t sound like this. “An unauthorized face in the office sir.” he lowly chuckled. “She is with me Gidian. Thank you for the warning. Come on little one. My office is better than the elevator.” Ah right. Y/N get out of the elevator. Slowly,don’t look too rushed. Don’t be intimidated by him although he walks so confident and he is so tall and his back look like a work of God even behind the suit. You horny bitch. Stay in the line of being scared,not horny. Scared. Remember,afraid. Not horny.

His office did really look nice. He had a fireplace with a big couch with few big old books wrapped in leather lying next to the sofa on a small black wooden table on the left. On the right he had a big monitor on a pitch black wall. And in the front he had a really big black mahogany desk with a leather I will say throne more than a chair. Maybe the Vampire theory isn’t so crazy now that I see his office. “Come. Where do you want to talk? On the couch or the desk? Gidian,clean my schedule for the next hour.” he was a prince. A dark prince. “Desk. Couch is too…intimate.” I answered,trying to put the fear down my throat,to sound proud and confident.“He laughed. A real laugh. Not faked smile or a smirk. And all of a sudden the laugh died and a smirk took its place. "What are you? You throw a fit in the middle of an employee recruitment. Then you confront me. You don’t flinch unlike others. And red Converse,seriously?” his tone was a satin drenched with sex. Why? Why the stupid smuts damn it? My head is full with all the things he could do to me right now and no one will know about it. All the places he can take me on and no one will find about it. Damn you hormones. I have had sex once in my life and strangely it didn’t hurt as much as I was worried. But with all the smuts I have read, I am a sex encyclopedia.

I found my voice after looking at him for what felt like an eternity. “I really like my Converse. They’re a present from my mother. Do they bother you,sir?” Something in him snapped for a second. He looked like a bewildered animal. For the first time he looked away from me. Lowly,almost deadly I heard his voice. “Work for me. Not as a part-timer. As a full time employee. Work for me. Only for me.”

He wanted me to work? After all I did? After I confront him infront of his minions and everyone else. After acting like a fool? “Why?” “I do things differently. You are different and I like that.” Namjoon circled his desk and walked to me. Although I wanted to run away,somewhere far away, I didn’t. Soon he was too close.“You are not scared. But I have the desire to make you.” one of his hands chained itself behind my back pulling me even closer. To wear a tennis skirt wasn’t the best decision now. So was coming here too. But Kim Namjoon smelled of a nice full of flavors parfume. Up close his smirk wasn’t scary. It was sexy. “You see little one,I love being the winner,the master. And you try to confront me. It’s fun. I want to have fun. I will keep you. Close to me.” his lips were moving and on my mind was just how they stop talking and put themselves to use to heal mine.“So that when I finally break you I will claim you as mine. But for now…” “Kim Namjoon,kiss me."dead in his sentence I watched as the scariest and mysterious man on Earth snapped and his eyes became grave black and his voice was the sin of every man. "Earn it. Work for me. Step by step I will satisfy whatever need you have for me. This is a one time deal,little one. Take it or leave from where you came."My mind. It stopped working rationally at the age of five. Why think wisely now? "I’ll do it. I’ll work for you. Now kiss me.” if it was possible his grip became even tighter. Our breaths were meddling in one. I looked away from Namjoon and stared at his chest waiting for him to say whatever. “Patience little one. I’ll give you everything you want and need. But patience.” my voice was a low whisper against his strong body.“Patience is also earned Kim Namjoon. Right now,I have none. I don’t know why am I so brave today,bu appreciate it and kiss me.” There he was,the bewildered animal,the final straw of self-control he had. His other hand roughly pulled my face towards his making our lips one whole. We were Legos. Perfect pieces put together. His lips moved slowly but surely. Aware that no matter how much I talked,he was the commander of my turned legal two weeks ago self. The moment finished fast and soon there wasn’t fluffy lips on mine anymore.

“I have three rules that I expect you to follow. Three. No more than three. One, no heels,pencil skirts or bright lipstick. I hate those things” this was easy. I never liked them anyway.“Two,never call me sir.”“Why?”“Just because. And three and the most important one of them. For you to be always be free for me. Whenever I call or send you a message. I’ll expect you to answer in that exact moment. Whenever I want to see you for you to be able to see me.

 "Welcome in my wolrd,little one”

Helping Hand P2

Summary: Who knew that being saved by spiderman would start a blossoming friendship… or maybe something more?

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Warning(s)?: flUFF HEAPS OF FLUFF, MY POOR BABY INJURED (if thats even a warning)

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Helping Hand 

Once you let ‘Bug Boy’ inside your room you began to make your way over to your en-suite. You walked over to the sink and bent down, opening the cupboards to grab your first aid kid which you have learnt to keep fully stocked for future 'encounters’ with Bug Boy. 

“So what happened this time?” You asked as you walked back into the room, the first aid kid in your hands. It was kinda weird that over these past few months you’ve kind of became he’s nurse. Every time he got injured he seem to come to you, needing some patching up. 

At first he kept apologizing, saying he was sorry to keep coming to your apartment when he got injured but you always stopped him. You wanted to help him, in any sort of way you can… I mean.. that’s what friends did for each other right? 

Were you guys friends? 

“Just the usual- *grunt* someone trying to rob a bank” he says then grunts again. You quickly walked downstairs into your kitchen to grab some ice, making sure to be quiet during your trip seeing your parents were asleep. 

You walked back into the room and locked the door to save yourself from any misunderstandings if your parents did happen to decide to come into your room. 

You shake your head, just noticing the very visible scratch like marks that ripped through his suit, blooding seeping through slowly. You still wondered how the hell he hasn’t wound up dead or at least in hospital. You weren’t an actual nurse so if he broke something there was really nothing you could do. 

You began to attend to his wounds, first starting with cleaning most of the blood off of his suit. 

It wasn’t awkward when there was a silence, kind of peaceful actually apart from the grunt here and there from 'Bug Boy’. 

You use to wonder who he was but stopped asking after a while. He didn’t want to tell you and that was fair enough. He said it was too dangerous if someone knew who he really was and you could kind of understand, after all your dad was a cop. You knew what it was like walking around with a target on your back. 

After cleaning the blood you noticed there were more wounds underneath.

“Okay Bug Buy, you need to take off your suit” You remember the first time you asked this you were nervous, you thought he would of objected and shooed you away thinking you were weird but instead he obliged. You tried not to stare as he took of his suit, leaving his pants on and his mask. 

He took of his suit like you had asked. Well more like demanded but okay. 

Again you found it hard not to stare. For the past three weeks your stomach started doing this weird thing everytime you saw him. It was weird, you didn’t even know the guy for crying out loud bu then again you did… 

The process for cleaning him up could take hours which gave you guys a chance to get to know each other. And that’s exactly what happened. 

He would talk about his non 'hero’ life, leaving out his name of course, and talked about things he loved to do. 

For starters he was a photographer and a huge geek, he loved science with a passion so much that once he developed these abilities from a spider bite he created his own webbing!

I mean come on it was pretty hard not to be impressed. 

But little did you know as time went on you would begin to develop feelings for the boy. Yes boy, you would ask him questions, the curiosity getting the best of you. He wouldn’t answer at first but over time he divulged a bit more of himself with you. 

For example you found out he was 16 and in fact went to the same school as you, Midtown Science. 

You always left your most important question to ask just before he left, 'Who are you?' 

He never gave you a response or simply shook his head. To say it wasn’t annoying you would be a lie but at the same time you understood why he wouldn’t tell you. It still doesn’t mean you wish he trusted you enough to tell you… 

“It was weird actually, these guys were all dressed up as the avengers!” He laughed and so did you. Grabbing out some alcohol and a cloth you began to gently dab over the wounds, cleaning them. He winced lightly here and there and you apologized under your breath.

“But that wasn’t the weirdest part-Ahh” He says. You glanced up to notice you lent in a bit too far. You didn’t realize how close you guys were to you could practically feel his breath fan across your face, it was weird, even in his mask you could hear and.. feel him perfectly. 

You willed the butterflies in your stomach to stop, it was making it almost impossible for you to concentrate properly. 

Just breathe Y/N.

“Yeah and then these blue like lasers things were streaming out of- hey are you okay?” Shit. You glanced up noticing your hand had stopped moving and just rested gently near his open wound. You quickly retracted your hand, a blush starting to cover your cheeks. Your head was down so at least he couldn’t see you blushing. 

“Yeah I’m fine” your voice came out a little shaky. You began to work on his wounds again, cleaning them and making sure none of them were too deep that he needed real medical attention. 

You felt his hand on top of yours, stopping your movements. Gosh you could practically hear your heart beat in your ears. 

You hand was beginning to shake a little, he seemed to notice and held even tighter. No you idiot your making it worse.

You didn’t lift your head, you could practically feel fire dance across your cheeks and without a mirror near by, you weren’t too sure on just how obvious your blush was. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” You shake your head agreeing with him. You knew you could, you trusted him, with your life. So much that it actually scared you. 

“Yeah I’m just-” You were trying to find the right words to use. 

“Stressed” well it wasn’t a complete lie. 

You hadn’t realized the position the both of you were in till now. You glanced around to see he was leaning against your bed on the ground with you practically between his legs, the rested on either side of you and were bent at the knee. He seemed relaxed in this position but you were far from it. 

“If it’s this whole thing I really am sorry I really should just-”

“No!” He looked at you, you couldn’t tell what expression he wore across his face but you could sense it was one of confusion. 

“I mean, I don’t mind really, it’s nice to be able to help in some kind of way” You finish off, nice save. 

You continued on, grabbing some gauze and tape from the first aid kit. You began to gently press the gauze against his skin, grabbing the tape to tape the side so that it would stay on. You made sure the gauze had some alcohol on it to keep the wound cleaned and to make sure no infection would begin. 

He grabbed your hand softly making your heart begin to race all over again. 

“Thank you” You finally glanced up. You wanted to take off his mask so badly but you didn’t. 

“What do you look like?” Oh my god you didn’t just say that. You were just wondering aloud and unfortunately loud enough for him to hear. 

You were expecting him to laugh at you or shout at you or something but… nothing. It was silent.

And for the first time the silence felt.. awkward. 

“Why?” He asks. Does he always respond with to a question with a question?

But it was a good question. How could you answer that? You knew what you wanted to say but you couldn’t. You couldn’t get the words to escape your mouth. You were utterly mortified in this moment. 

You gulped nervously, you could feel your palms beginning to sweat. Just make something up Y/N…

“Uhhhh to help soothe the curiosity?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as more of a question than a statement. You were too nervous that you couldn’t think straight. You looked away quickly and began to pack up the first aid kit. You didn’t seem to notice how he lent closer, well it wasn’t till you felt the tingles run along your neck. 

You could feel his breath fawning over you again. You momentarily stop, not turning your head just in case this was all just a wonderful dream that you didn’t want to end just yet. 

You went on, slowly putting everything back in and zipping up the bag. 

Everything was silent again, though it felt like something has shifted. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something was definitely different. 

Putting the bag down on the ground, you turned your head to face him, beginning to think of a joke to tell him seeing that was your go to when you didn’t know what to do, which was quite often.

Instead you froze.

Expecting to meet the red mask with black holes as the eyes where he could see out of was replaced with a face. A quite handsome face which startled you to no end. You grew tense. 

The boy in front of you had a head full of brown curls that were left in a mess, probably from the mask coming off. 

You could also notice a few faint freckles scattered across his cheek and his nose, you couldn’t tell from far away cause they were faint but up close you could see them clearly. 

You finally mustered the courage to take a look at his eyes. They were so brown. You’ve always found brown eyes kind of dull and boring but his weren’t, it was like a swirl which held secrets, secrets you wish you knew.

You weren’t quite sure how long you were staring at his face for but you didn’t care.

You opened your mouth to speak. But all thoughts flew from your mind when you glanced down at his lips. You didn’t realize how close they were. You also wouldn’t think they would look so pink and beautiful and so- inviting. 

Your could feel your lips suddenly becoming dry. You licked them carefully, moisturizing them while still staring at his lips. 

Though what you didn’t know was the fact that he saw the whole thing and it made something stir inside of him. It left him confused, it was a weird sensation but it was nice. 

“Don’t.. do that” You watched his lips as he spoke. You grew confused.

You glanced up into his eyes with confusion. You were just ignoring all rational thoughts at this point. 

“Do what?” you asked, your voice soft seeing as your faces were close, subconsciously licking your lips again. You weren’t aware of what you had just done. 

He watched this movement closely with his eyes, unknowingly licking his as well. 

Suddenly he yearned to touch you. And so he did. He caressed your cheek with his hand and ran his thumb across your cheek, slowly bringing it closer and closer towards your lips. 

How could he have not noticed how beautiful you were.

Of course he knew the second he laid eyes on you but how come he didn’t notice just how beautiful. He was utterly confused with himself. 

You just lent into his touch, enjoying the feel of his warm hand on your cheek. You were sure you were dreaming.

And you never wanted this dream to end. 

It seemed agonizingly slow. The feel of his hand against your cheek and his thumb lightly tracing different patterns. But even you didn’t notice just exactly where his thumb was travelling. You were enjoying this too much to even care.

It wasn’t until you felt his thumb rest softly against your bottom lip. You opened your eyes, you don’t even remember closing them to begin with. 

But you did, you opened your eyes and stared into his. You just watched as he traced your lips with his thumb, he looked so concentrated on your lips it was adorable. It was almost like he was tracing every inch, memorizing the curves and the bumps. 

You weren’t sure what to do. You knew what you wanted to do but you didn’t have the courage. 

“Who are you?” You asked, his thumb staying against your lip as you spoke. He felt the vibration against his thumb which sent his stomach churning but this was in a good way. 

He just shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter” He says before moving his thumb back to your cheek. He brought up his other hand to rest against your neck and brought your face closer to his. 

His lips were softly placed against yours. You weren’t sure what you were doing so you kinda froze. It wasn’t until you felt him move his lips against yours that you suddenly had this overpowering feeling to kiss him back. So you did.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth moving against yours. You practically feel the butterflies erupting inside your stomach and your heart burst with joy. 

The kiss lasted roughly 15 seconds. You didn’t want it to end but it had to, you guys were human and oxygen was essential so you guys pulled away to breathe. 

“Are you ever going to tell me your name?” You ask out of breath, it almost felt as if you had just ran a marathon but without the numbing feeling in your legs… though your legs were feeling like jelly so you were thankful you were sitting down and not standing. 

He moved his hands down to your waist pulling you even closer to him. You tried not to let that fact that now your torso was against his and you could feel the warmth of the skin mix with you own cloud your thoughts.

“Peter..Peter Parker”

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A/N: Lemme know if you guys want another part to this cause if not then this is the end for this little imagine series called 'Helping Hand' 

“Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.”

HI! Another solangelo fic based on this tumblr post. Hope you guys like it! *Am I the only one who thinks the word stood is weird to look at?* *They are all mortals here* Ari xxx


Nico could have been doing better things than waiting for a date that was never going to show up. For example, he could have stuck Leo’s head up his ass for setting this blind date up. 

To the others in the resturant, he must have look absolutely pathetic. The people at the surrounding pables kept giving him looks of sympathy. The waitrist has already come by four times, and each time she wore the same pitiful expression when Nico told her to give Shane, his date, a bit more time.

“Traffic’s a bitch, ya know?”, he said lightly, trying not to look at the waitress’ eyes. The waitress just gave him a woeful smile and left without another word. 

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Tana Mongeau Who?

A/N: I feel like no one is going to read this because of the title but I can assure you this story has nothing to do with Tana. This is also very short and I may make a part two but I don’t know I just needed this up buy today so that I at least have one imagine up a week so I’m trying my best. I hope you enjoy.

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“I miss yeh so fooken much love.” Harry sighed on his end of the line. “I know H, I miss you too. I wish there was a way I could come with you.” Y/N and Harry had been separated for about two months now, they both missed each other dearly since this is their first time apart since their relationship started. Harry and his lover missed each other deeply. “There is a way yeh can come love, yeh just don’t want ta do it.” Y/N could hear the smirk in his tone.

“Harry, I’m not talking to you about this right now” Everytime Harry and Y/N talked while he was this tour, it was the same ridiculous topic they find themselves getting sucked into. “Love, please jus’ quit your job. It would benefit the both of us, you know this.” There it was, ever since they moved in together Harry tried to convince her to quit her job. “Love jus’ let meh take care of yeh. We both know I have more than enough money for us ta live off of for years. Perfect lil housewife you’d be.”

Letting someone as sweet and caring as Harry take care of them would be a dream. Hell, Y/N would have taken the offer the first time he asked but Y/N had the job of her dreams. Y/N wanted to be a veterinarian since she found out that precious dogs and cats got hurt. Now most kids changed their dream occupation everyday, but not Y/N, people would always her, ”What do you want to be when you grow up” and her answer never changed in the slightest. “A veterinarian.” , well the best she could pronounce it in those first few years the question was asked.

“Harry, I don’t care about being a housewife or whatever benefits that comes with me quitting, this is my dream job H. How many people can say they work where they’ve dreamed of since their childhood?” Harry’s end of the line went quiet, Y/N could hear him opening and closing his mouth. “So. So you don’t care about our relationship or me?” that comment shot deep into Y/N’s heart, how could he ever think that she didn’t care about him or their relationship. After begging all of her friends and her parents to see Harry as someone she loved not some womanizer that took advantage of girls like her.

“Harry, where the hell are you getting that from? Those words never left my mouth.” Harry let out a humorless chuckle, “Tell meh love, did the words “I don’t care about whateva benefits come wif quitting my job” come from your mouth or no? It may not be exact but it gets the same point across.” Y/N sighed “Yes, Harry bu-”

“So the benefits o’ you quitting are coming on tour wif meh so our relationship won’t be strained over long distance bull. Yeh said yeh didn’t care so you don’t care about us. Simple as that.” It seemed like Harry was putting words into her mouth but if the shoe was on her foot, she would probably accuse him of the same. “Harry, I want you to know that I care about us and I care about you. I admit I shouldn’t have said what I said. But how fair is it that I quit my dream job while you keep yours then I just proceed to cling to you being useless?”

“Yeh wouldn’t be useless.”

“Harry don’t lie to me. Remember when I joined you on your last tour? You were always working, then when I finally got you to myself you were sleepy and barely interacted with me. Harry, I was bored all the time it was terrible I felt useless, every day I was stuck in the bus or in a hotel because we were in a new city that I didn’t know shit about. The point of me going with you was to be with you so we don’t miss each other but you might as have been thousands of miles away at all times Harry!” After her rant, Y/N was in tears to the point of her shaking out of control.

Harry’s heart broke at the thought of what he did to his girl. He didn’t know what to say he also couldn’t imagine how damaging that could have been to her. “Sweetheart, why didn’t yeh tell meh this? Why’d you do this ta yourself?” Harry himself started to cry. “Why would I H, you were always happy, you were living your dreams so how selfish of me to ruin it by bitching and moaning because you didn’t pay attention to me?”

“That wouldn’t ‘ave been selfish, tha would ’ave been yeh expressing how yeh feel. Tha’s what you do in a relationship.” Y/N couldn’t do this anymore the arguing and crying wasn’t getting them anywhere. “Harry, it’s getting late, can we just talk about this another time? I have to be at work earlier than usual tomorrow.”

“So yeh aren’t quitting?”

“Harry” Y/N sighed, she couldn’t believe him. After telling Harry how she felt she thought he’d understand her reasoning for not jumping on the idea of quitting, but he didn’t understand her at all. “Can we just talk tomorrow? I can’t do this right now.” They ended the conversation shortly afterwards. Y/N had a headache from crying and she was beyond tired.

Harry felt defeated. He didn’t mean to seem like an asshole and disregard her feelings but he called her with the goal of persuading her the come with him. It never crossed his mind that she felt miserable when they toured before. Unfortunately Harry only thought about himself this time and he’s not sure if she’d ever shake that bad memory. After that emotional day, Harry nor Y/N called each other for a week.

They both suffered outside of their relationship as well. Y/N couldn’t focus at all, she mixed up animal names, different pet food, ruined appointments, and unfortunately poked Chichi the Chihuahua in the eye. Harry wasn’t doing so hot either, every little thing reminded him of Y/N whether it be city lights, little toys or trinkets he saw in shop windows, fans asking about her, the paintings in hotel room, or food he ate at different restaurants. He couldn’t focus at shows or on interviews. Both Y/N and Harry wait for the other to call but it never happened.

Harry laid in his hotel room, watching reruns of Family Guy, when his phone rang. Harry answered the phone before looking at the caller ID. “Hel-”

Y/N sobbed her heart out, “I’ll quit my job, I just want be with you. Even if I get bored I’ll start a Youtube channel and do storytimes and have the whole Youtube community like ‘Tana Mongeau who?’ she would be so fucking shook you have no idea I don’t care what it takes I just want to be with you.” Harry didn’t know want to do, of course he was happy but that fact she was crying harder than he could ever imagine, had him concerned and in pain.
“Button, that’s amazing. FaceTime me so I can see that beautiful face of yours.”

Y/N sniffed “Okay.”

Seconds after, Harry answered the FaceTime request. Y/N’s red eyes were filled with tears that ran all down her face.”Wha’s wrong? Why ‘er yeh crying on meh pretty girl?” Y/N used her sweater sleeves to wipe her face, “This week was hell H, I missed you so much and I could barely function. Baby, I was so frustrated all week because I was waiting for you to call every night but you never did so I assumed you hated me.”

“No no no pretty girl, I could never hate you. You know I love yeh with all my heart no questions asked.” Y/N’s crying slowed down. “I love you too H, oh god I love you baby. I called in a few hours ago to quit I’m packing up my stuff now. Jus’ wanted to call and see if you’d let me join you.” Harry couldn’t believe his ears, not only did she quit her dream job to be with him, which he was extremely grateful for, but she had the nerve to ask if she could join, like he would ever tell her ”no”.
“Pretty girl yeh know yeh don’t have to ask. I’ll take yeh anywhere and everywhere no matter wha. I’ll call a driver ta come get ya then we get an airplane ticket for my next show location, with luck you’d get there two hours after us. How does that sound pretty girl?” Y/N let go of the breath she had been holding in.

“That sounds perfect baby. I just wanna be in your arms again.” small tears left her eyes. Harry’s eyebrows came together in confusion “Wha’s that crying for? This time tomorrow you’ll be right here layin’ with me watchin’ South Park I know you like tha’ show.” Y/N shook her head and wiped her tears. “No, you’ve got it wrong. These are happy tears, I’m just so happy to see you and feel you again, that sounded weird I’m sorry.”

Harry chuckled “It’s not weird love, I understand yeh. I just finished booking everything go to the printer and get your pass, pack everything you need and make sure the house is in shape before yeh leave. The driver should be there in six minutes, call me when you arrive at the airport. I love you so much my pretty girl.” Y/N blew a kiss at the screen “I love you too handsome, I’ll be there before you can say ‘cupcakes’.”

“Cupcakes.”

Because I love her - Betty Cooper Imagine

Originally posted by farous

“So, um, I don’t know i you’re okay with this, but if you could write me a Betty or Veronica imagine? Whichever you prefer, Betty is it doesn’t trouble you :) Basically I am just looking for an x reader story that has to deal with girl x girl because where the reader’s (and maybe Betty’s at first if you do her?) parents don’t approve and they go to weird extremes to keep them apart. Just homo-hate basically. I really need that right now, if you would. Thanks love :) Also, sorry I’m so shy… lol” please don’t be afraid to ask for anything lgbtq+ related, I am honestly so ready to do anything :) Thank you for requesting and I am sorry for the lack of updates x

Winter was coming, and the once warm, lush and tender air, now turned into a harsh and bitter wind. Riverdale was slowly becoming paler and paler, the flora was dying and practically ceasing to exist as the colours drained from both the sky and the ground.

Tucked in a small corner at Pop’s, (Y/N) and Betty sat huddled together, both in their winter clothes of thick fleece and warm polyester. Their noses and cheeks were tinged red and their hands shook slightly from the relentless cold.

“It just feels like I’m missing something. Both of them are acting so suspicious and it’s driving me crazy!” Betty exclaimed, causing (Y/N) to laugh at her antics.

“Betty, listen, we are going to figure this out. Everything. Try not to fret.” (Y/N) soothed, grabbing Betty’s hand gently, running their thumb across her cold knuckles. Betty’s frown seemed to disperse and her sweet smile returned to her face.

“I don’t know what you do to make me calm, but whatever it is, don’t stop doing it.” She joked, looking deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes, the two were lost in each other, and for a brief second, both of their worries seemed to drift away. It was a moment in time, where nothing mattered, and adrenaline began to rush through their veins as they leant across the table until their lips met.

Kissing wasn’t exactly a new prospect to them, for they had been dating in secret for a few months. But this kiss, this kiss which was subjected to the open eyes of anyone who wished to see it, this kiss that exposed their relationship, seemed all the much more special. It was full of passion and what felt like desperation as the two leant further into one another. Their mouths opening and closing, their tongues dancing to a silent beat. The two were seemingly never going to pull away until a harsh pounding on the glass caught their attention.

Alice Cooper stood, enraged and frazzled on the other side of the glass outside Pop’s. She clutched her handbag so hard her knuckles had turned white, and her posture was stiff and tall. Betty’s face dropped at the sight of her mother, having been caught in the act. (Y/N) too looked fearful and heat began to rush to their face.

.

“Oh God…” Betty mumbled, abruptly standing up and putting on her coat, (Y/N) copying her actions just as quick. Mrs Cooper had made her way inside and marched over to the table in the corner of Pop’s.

“Elizabeth Cooper, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Alice seethed, glaring at Betty furiously. Betty stuttered, choking on her words and crumbled under her mother’s gaze. (Y/N) instinctively stepped in front of Betty, shielding her from Alice, bringing her icy glare towards themselves.

“With all due respect, Mrs Cooper, I don’t think it is any concern as to who Betty associates herself with.” This only caused Mrs Coopers anger to increase, she almost couldn’t speak.

“Don’t you dare try and tell me what to do, I don’t want you anywhere near my daughter you-you-” Alice tripped over her words, too angry to comprehend anything.

“Mrs Cooper, I really don’t have time for whatever homophobic slurs are about to leave your mouth, but let me tell you this whilst I still have the chance. You won’t stop me from seeing Betty, whether that’s if we’re still together or not because there are much more important things in this world then keeping up your reputation.” (Y/N) spoke with more anger.

“What makes you think you have the right to do that?” Alice crossed her arms over her chest almost smugly.

“Because I love her!” (Y/N) all but shouted, gathering the attention of the majority of the diner. Betty’s hand slipped into (Y/N)’s, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

Alice stood shocked, not appreciating the growing gaze of the diner, managing to utter a “Betty, we’re leaving.”

A small ‘no’ left Betty’s lips, causing Alice to stop walking.

“What did you say?” She asked with a threatening tone. Now Betty stood next to (Y/N), squaring her shoulders and standing straight.

“I said no, Mom. I’m sick and tired of you not letting me live my life. I love (Y/N) too, and just because I’m dating her shouldn’t have anything to do with you.” Alice looked stunned, before scoffing.

“Neither of you know what love is. Come on, Betty. We need to discuss this with your father.” Alice grabbed Betty’s hand and began to pull her out of the diner. (Y/N) went to protest but Betty shook her head, giving a weak smile before she was yanked out of the door. (Y/N) felt a small tear fall from their eyes, wiping it quickly as they noticed the entire diner was staring at them. They quickly gathered their things and went to head for the door before Pop stopped them.

“Just so you know, kid. None of us here care whether or not you be kissin’ a guy or a girl.” Pop said with sincerity, causing (Y/N) to chuckle lightly.

“Thanks, Pop.” And with that, they left.

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It had been a few days with no word from Betty, (Y/N) had been constantly texting and calling them, hoping to get a response, but everytime they got nothing. It had now began to panic (Y/N), wondering if the Coopers had carted Betty off to the same place they sent Polly. And with that single thought, they grabbed their coat, and ran to Betty’s house

It was late, and no one seemed to be awake at the household, so (Y/N) scaled the side of the house until reaching Betty’s window. Tapping lightly, they eagerly waited for a response. A few moments passed, until the window was lightly pulled open, and two arms wrapped around (Y/N)’s, hauling them in. (Y/N) pulled back, and seeing it was Betty, breathed a sigh of relief, drawing Betty into their arms and embracing them tightly.

“Thank god, I thought they sent you off.” Tears began to pool out of their eyes as they held onto each other.

“No, no they aren’t. They locked me in the house though whilst they were at work. They said that I shouldn’t be involving myself with people like you.” Betty whispered into the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, her warmth making (Y/N) melt.

“They can’t lock you in here forever, Bet. We have to figure something out, I-I could get my parents to speak with yours and see if-” (Y/N) was cut off by Betty placing her lips onto theirs. (Y/N) moved their hands to Betty’s waist and Betty wrapped hers around her neck. Moving their lips in sync slowly, savouring the moment. The two pulled away for air, resting their foreheads against one another.

“I’m working on it. My dad isn’t so against the idea of you and I together, he’s trying to talk some sense into my mom.” Those words comforted them both, and would have to do for now. (Y/N) nodded their head, before placing a soft kiss to Betty’s lips once more.

“They can’t keep us apart for long.”

“No indeed.

Seth Clearwater Request

Could I get a seth clearwater imagine where he imprints on you but you’re scared of opening up to him about your past and your also really shy?


You and Seth had been dating for 4 months now. You had first met when you were talking a hike along with Quileute beaches and ran into him and, although you were sky, you felt a connection with him right away, and he did too, having imprinted on you when you met. After dating each other for just a little under a month it was clear that the connection you two had was extremely tight and that’s when he showed you what he was and told you about the imprint. Now, 4 months in, you two were always together.

You were hanging out in the woods with him; sitting on a blanket, enjoying a peaceful picnic, drawing in your sketchbook. “How’s the picture coming,” he scooted closer to you munch on an apple.

“You tell me,” you gave him a better view of the sketchbook. In pencil was an elaborate scene of the trees and flowers sprawled out in front of you. “It looks beautiful,” he placed an arm around your shoulder and gave you a quick squeeze into him. “How’d you get into drawing?”

“Just something I’ve always done,” you said bluntly.

“Does anyone else in your family draw?”

You shrugged, “A couple relatives do,” you said nonchalantly. The day seemed to be going fine. Chilling out with Seth, him asking you questions asking you questions as you drew. Seth asked you another question and you answered with another short, nondescriptive reply.

“Why do you always do that,” his voice rose as he asked the question. The change in his tone almost made you drop your sketch book.

“What are you talking about?” You closed your book and dropped your pencils as you stood up to be on his level.

“Everytime I ask you a question you basically don’t answer it.”

You shrugged, “I…I don’t know. I guess I don’t have an answer.”

“Or you’re avoiding tell me.” You could tell he was fuming. “I’m trying to share things with you but it’s hard to do when I don’t get anything from you.”

“I can’t help it.” After your comment he just kept going on about how it seemed you didn’t have any trust in him, the argument progressed from there. You didn’t consider it a real argument considering that he was doing all the talking as you withdrew into yourself, your shy nature taking over. “Seth, you need to calm down,” he knew what you were hinting at.

“Maybe you should just leave,” his voice wasn’t a yell but it wasn’t his regular tone. You weren’t sure how to describe it. You turned around as soon as he said that and left. When you reached your home you allowed yourself to finally cry. You cried yourself to sleep, you figured, as you woke up on your couch. Looking at the clock on your phone you saw that almost 7 hours had past and that it was now 8 pm. You opened your phone and saw the numerous text and calls from Seth, then his sister, then Seth again, on from Jacob, and….oh look…more from Seth. You rolled your eyes and sighed as you threw the phone over to the chair across from you. You layed back on the couch and threw your arm over your eyes, thinking about what had happened.

Half an hour you were still laying in the dark, in the same spot, when you heard a knock on your door. You moved your arm from over you eyes and glared at your door, wishing the visitor away. After it was silent for a while you placed your arm back over your eyes. “Y/N open the door please,” you heard Seth’s voice from the other side of your front door. “I know you’re in there.” It was clear you were ignoring him. “I’m not leaving until you answer,” he stated. You knew he was serious.

Reluctantly, and slowly, you crawled off the couch and made your way to the door. “What,” you said, voice low, with the door barely cracked.

“Can I come in. Please?” You opened the door and walked back into the living room, Seth trailing behind. He sat down and waited for you to take a seat. Making it clear that you were fine standing he started talking, “I wanted to say how sorry I was about today.”

“Well now you did. Is that all?”

“I love you Y/N, you know that. I just want us to be open with each other and I feel like you don’t want me to tell me anything.”

“I just…don’t like talking about myself, especially my past. I’m shy you know that,” he nodded, “and I don’t want the things I tell you to affect the way you look at me.”

“That’s the beauty of,” he stood up and walked over to you, taking your hands in his. “Nothing you say will make me love you any less.”

“The beauty of what? The imprint?”

“No,” he stated. “My love for you.”

The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

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2005
You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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Somewhere Special ~ Park Jimin

Originally posted by bwipsul


It started on the first day of your Junior year of high school.

You wore your hair down and were wearing your uniform with your black backpack on your back while walking with one of your bestfriends to your first class.

Thats when you saw him.

His hair was long, clear skin, brown eyes, and he was tall.

You two made quick eye contact while passing each other and you were stunned.

“Who was that?” You asked your friend, looking over at her.

“I’m not sure.” She shrugged and walked into the class.

When you sat there you took a bit to process what had just happened before sighing and getting our your materials to start class.


Everyday from then, you both always made eye contact while passing each other in the hall. You only saw him a few times during passing periods because of your very different schedules.

“(Y/N), just talk to him already.” You friends groaned as you explained how you saw him again while at your locker.

“I cant..” You sighed, covering your face with your hands.

“You’re so confident except for when it comes to him, its funny.” They laughed while you pouted.

“Oh shut up.”

“I’ll talk to him for you.” One of your friends spoke out of nowhere. She looked at you while all of your friends stared at her.

“Seriously?” You asked and she nodded, “Of course.”

None of your friends had the balls to even look at him directly and it was a shock to you all that she would talk to him.

“Ill do it after school.” She said and you nodded, even though you were nervous he’d think you were some stalker or something.

When she told him later that day, you were shocked to say the least. You had just walked with your friend to your bus when you looked over and saw your friend talking to him, a smile on his face.

A minute later she came rushing over to you with a smile on her face.

“(Y/N)! I told him!”

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♡ i don’t know why i’m not able to write short things, these are long af sorry in advance. thanks for requesting, hope u enjoy!

Kim Seokjin.

 His ego was on the floor the moment you left the room without saying a word to him. He just wanted to make you laugh and was confident enough to approach you with a stupid pick up line about food while you were picking at the staff’s buffet. When you looked at him dead in the eye, nodded at his question and walked away without looking back, he promised himself not to talk to you ever again. Not because you were a bad person, but because he knew he would make a fool of himself everytime he tried to. So that was his first impression of you and didn’t say a word towards you for a few months. His crush on you was well known by the boys and he knew he had committed a huge mistake by telling Taehyung about it so he wasn’t surprised when he saw the younger talking to you while looking at him with a stupid grin on his face. Let’s just say Jin was out of place the moment you smiled back shyly and waved at him to come over. So he did exactly that, not expecting you to greet him with a pick up line as dumb as his when he first talked to you. Since then Taehyung really regretted the moment he decided to tell you about Jin’s crush because now there’s two people around the dorms chanting stupid dad jokes.

 Min Yoongi.

 It wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t had this annoying crush with thew new make up artist. For starters, Yoongi was instantly attracted to this new girl in the staff the moment manager-nim introduced her to them. It was the first shooting for their next comeback, everybody was running up and down, including the make up staff. The newbie wasn’t supposed to do anything else apart from helping here and there with the boy’s outfits but thanks to the hectic way everybody was working, she ended up doing Yoongi’s make up for the rest of the day because, obviously, it was easier if each boy had his own make up artist. Yoongi tried to do small talk with her more than once but at his fifth try and after her not saying anything back at him, he gave up and stayed grumpy all day. For some reason, this recent events got mixed up with his stress and anxiety, affecting Yoongi’s mood considerably. The newbie noticed after working with his dark circles a few times and confronted him about it, being more concerned than what Yoongi had expected. They created a very special bond after they both talked about their feelings and were soon very comfortable when together, their relationship evolving in just a few days. At the end, she turned out to be a very quirky person that is just very shy when it comes to meeting new people, just like him.

 Jung Hoseok.

 What was he doing wrong? Was he too annoying? Or maybe he was too pushy with her? He honestly didn’t know how to fix the fact that this new crush of his simply didn’t like him at all, so sadly, he distanced himself from her because that was basically all he could do. Nevertheless, it was very hard to not get distracted by her beauty, and also by the way she acted around Jimin, all carefree and fluffy. Hoseok couldn’t stand the thought of one of his brothers being something to her, so he took his time before reaching out to Jimin about all the things that were bothering him. Surprisingly, Jimin just laughed at his upset face and patted his shoulder, assuring him nothing was going on between them. Unlikely, Jimin told Hoseok everything about her personality and also about the not so secret crush on the main dancer.Turns out she did like him, but was too shy to approach him without getting all flushed. Thanks to this new knowledge he had learned, he took the first step and got closer to her, telling her he understood her situation and was able to make her comfortable around him at all costs.

 Kim Namjoon.

 Namjoon was kinda shocked when he met the new producer that was gonna help them with the making of their new album. He definitely didn’t expect to find this pretty girl sitting across the meeting table and was sort of nervous because after all they were going to spend a lot of time together. All he knew about this new person was that they were poets and they had a major in music production so, it was not just anyone. Although, when they got to the real work, Namjoon started question BangPD’s way of hiring new people because holy shit. This girl didn’t say anything at all. He tried so hard to put her to talk by sharing with her basically all the interesting facts about poetry he knew but she didn’t seem too interested. They never really talked about anything else than the album and, well, that was tiring for Namjoon, because he truly wanted to know more about her other than her professional success. It was weird how things changed suddenly. He was having a terrible writer’s block and thanks to that they weren’t moving any further. She was a poet so she knew how to deal with this type of issues in many different ways so after over thinking for an eternity, she offered him multiple options of relaxing, and a well deserved pep talk. After that, Namjoon got to the conclusion that she was just very hard to talk to but with enough encouragement she was a great listener.

 Park Jimin.

 Jimin is very shy himself. The show that he puts on stage it’s nothing compared to his true self behind the scenes. He saw her from afar in one of their fan meetings and was so shocked by how stunning this girl was that Jungkook had to slap him in the back of the head to get his attention back. His nerves got the best of him when she was at the other side of the table talking to Hoseok. He tried to put his jitters aside the moment they were face to face and decided to take her hand softly but as soon as he lifted his arm, she pulled away. Jimin was very hurt and he couldn’t blame her, he understood the other members were way better than him. So his mood was ruined for the rest of the day and let’s just say the incident affected him so much he didn’t want to go to the next meeting in case he encounter her once again. The others told that him was very unlikely to happen but considering Jimin’s horrible luck, there she was, in front line, biting her lower lip while looking at her feet. This time Jimin was the first one at the table. He tried his best to avoid her gaze when it was her turn to walk up to the mini stage but was soon pulled out of his bubble when he felt her hand grabbing his sweater paw. Of course he was shocked at first but when she apologized about what had happened before he couldn’t help but giggle, telling her she had nothing to worry about. He knew how it was to be this shy around other people and was very eager to help her pop her own protecting bubble.

 Kim Taehyung.

 He’s not gonna give up. He got the message of the new staff member being a shy little bean the moment she basically ran away after crashing against him and is pretty sure she’s not trying to avoid him just because she  wants to. Being the social butterfly that he is, he never loses a chance to talk to her even if he won’t get an answer back before she excuses herself and leaves. Taehyung finds this extremely adorable and is even more attracted to this particular girl because she seems to be an incredible person. He notices that maybe that’s not the best way to approach her so instead of overwhelming her with words, he starts by just being close to her. If she’s eating by herself, he goes there and sits next to her without saying a word. If she’s making some coffee in the common area, he follows and passes her a cup from the cupboard and smiles because she’s smaller than Jimin. If she’s just sitting on a coach while scrolling on her phone, he sits in the opposite direction and does the same. As expected, she eventually gets used to his presence and one sunny day, she takes the first step and asks him about his schedule. Taehyung tells all about his day and invites her to lunch with him, seeing she’s finally herself around him.

 Jeon Jungkook.

 How can he possibly approach the new choreographer when she’s smoking hot and apparently not into him like, at all? Jungkook knows his bratty attitudes get very annoying from time to time but he’s pretty sure he has never acted this way with her around. He really wanted to know why Jin could talk to her without even trying and he couldn’t even ask her for advise about this new step without her nodding before he even gets a chance to talk. I mean, she doesn’t even look at him when she’s teaching them the new choreos. He kinda wants to talk about it with someone and of course he chooses the very Jin for this but his advice it’s not of any help: “Just talk to her”. After that, Jungkook practically stops questioning her attitudes towards him and keeps his doubts about the dance moves to himself, until one day he does this weird ass kick the wrong way and hurts his knee in the process of tripping over his own feet. The very first person to assist him is her. Jungkook is bright red due to her proximity and tries to run off fast but she’s fast enough and grabs his hand. She then proceeds to scold him for not saying anything about his confusion and makes sure he understands she doesn’t talk to him that much because she practically swoons every time they’re close.Jungkook is now happy and kinda confident so he waits until everybody is out to ask her out on a simple date.

Good Enough

Originally posted by kths

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

Summary: You and him were two complete opposites from each other… You were just the maid’s daughter, but him on the other hand was a celebrity… Girls practically threw themselves at him just to gain his attention… He could choose any girl… but he chose you..

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 //

Part 8 is here~

More Parts:

Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16

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As you were getting closer to the school entrance and noticed everyone in a huge group all staring down at their phone whispering to each other. What’s going on? Why is everyone to glued to their phone so early in the morning? You were a bit curious yourself..

“Y/N!”

You turned around and found your friend Joanne run your direction. You stopped and she finally caught up.

“Did you hear!?”

“Hear what? You asked confused and she quickly slipped out her phone and looked at you.

“So you know the group BTS?”

Why does BTS sound familiar? You continued to think to yourself and that’s when it hits you… Isn’t that Taehyung’s group? What about their group? Did something bad happened to them? Is that why Taehyung didn’t answer your text?

“What happened? Are they hurt?” you quickly questioned Joanne and she looks at you.

“No worse!”

“Worse?”

She shows you a pic of Taehyung and a girl. Your eyes widen when you realized it was you in the picture. Oh no..

“V has a mystery girl.. and she’s in this school!!!”

You looked around and noticed the group of students looking around to look for the mystery girl… Little do they know..

You’re the mystery girl..

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Jaebum x Reader [featuring GOT7 x BTS]  →  angel!au / demon!au
Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

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Raw & True

Based off the song “Raw & True”- Kehlani 

Originally posted by kuailiang

*GIF by Kuailiang* 

This is a bit rough not really much of good writer but I had to get this outta of my system. 

!Is all FLUFFY!

Anthony Stark always throws the craziest parties and with every party he’d have an after party just for the team. Everyone’s been showcasing their hidden talents but you.

You hate the thought of singing in front of everyone.

This party felt different though, no matter who you mingled with you felt someone’s eyes always on you.

Tony’s had a thing for you since you’ve saved him from one of Hydras assassins. He was always stuck in his lab with Banner but when you gave him a second chance at life. Well he’s Iron Man, he has more than second chances. It’s different though, this time around. You got shot jumping in front of a bullet for him when he was having a speech for a Shield counsel meeting. You weren’t just a “bodyguard” you were a highly trained agent that was assigned specifically by Tony himself. That morning was a rush for you so ended up forgetting the very tool Tony told you always to have on you, your bulletproof vest. You’ve haven’t seen that look of sadness in his eyes since Pepper left. Since then Tony has made it his mission to see that you were with him, everywhere he went. Every mission, every tour, every thing. Of course you were oblivious to his feelings for you because he never really acted differently from when he flirted with other women.

You were a single women with intentions of finding love, but the love of your life is standing across the room watching you… all you want to do is go over and kiss him, the way he bites his lip eyeing you in your dress. It sends shivers down your spine, he finally looks up and notices you staring back he looks away.

“So is tonight the night?” Pietro wraps his arms around you making you laugh.

“For?” You ask turning around.

“To tell Stark how you feel about him.” He keeps glancing over your head and smirks. “He’s not to happy that I’m holding you.”

“Shut up, I’m sure he isn’t even looking. Let’s go dance?”

“Yes princess…” He pulls you to the dance floor and you both dance so much it practically brings the dance floor to life. Everyone gets in on the dance floor action making it a bit crowded. You kiss Pietros cheek and laugh.

“Thank you.”

“Go and do it, it’s better to do it than to hold it in.” He says slipping back to the dance floor to dance with a beautiful blonde. You slip to the bar to get a drink when someone interrupts your rest.

“So.. you and the runner?” Tony’s voice is laced with jealousy.

“Hi Mr. Stark… great party by the way…” He sits next to you and turns facing you. Waiting for a reply. You down the drink and turn around not really able to get the words out.

“Answer me.” He demands not forcefully but not begging either.

You shake your head, he’s so close and his hands are on your knees. He has the cutest boyish grin you’ve ever saw. 

“Ok great! So wanna dance with me?” His voice perks up.

“Umm… I’ve got something I have to finish up… sorry.” You quickly rush passed him and he slumps back onto the seat.

“That was your chance.” Steve sits next to him.

“I tried but it’s like everytime I try she pushes me away… maybe she hates me.”

“Working for an asshole is hard but I doubt she hates you.” Sam chimes in sitting by Steve.

“Y/N is the kind of person you have to be blunt with about your feelings..” Pietro says gulping his drink. Tony is irritated at his presence.

“How would you know?” Tony sulks.

“She’s my best friend here… trust me Tony go tell her how you feel and she’ll make her decision. Never make the decision for her.” Pietro gets hounded by the other women as they drag him to the other side of the dance floor.

“He’s got a point.” Sam says point to the elevator but suddenly the lights dim.

“Now here’s a slow dance with a live performance by Y/N.”

“Th.. thank you.” You grab the mike and see Tony standing by the bar looking at you.

The Karaoke version of Kehlani song Raw and True plays setting you into the grove.

“I am not looking for someone to buy my lovin’ Don’t spend no money on me boy I don’t need nothing… and I hope you know and don’t take it personal. When I say that you’re acting clichè.”

Tony is swooning over your beautiful voice. The rest of the team is surprised except Pietro who cheers as he watches.

“Our young maiden has a magnificent voice.” Thor sits watching.

“Damn y/n is amazing.” Nat pulls Clint to dance with her.

Wanda dances with Vision even though he’s stiff she makes it work.

“Anyone can buy me anything, and any man can buy me any gold, some cars, a ring. Is it that bad of an idea to love for love instead of money? Forced to realize that there’s nothing wrong with love like honey.”

Tony gapes at you and he can’t help it. The ways the lyrics hit him he wants to hold you. He did try to give you one of his cars but you outright refused and gave him back his keys.

“Don’t be scared. Don’t be shy. Stop looking down at your wallet. I’m trying to see you eyes. Not one gift in this world could make me feel more that I already do. All I need is for your love to be raw and true.”

Tony remembers when he tried to take you out for your birthday but you cooked for him and spent the night talking to each other about everything. Of course that day everyone left on a mission but Tony decided to stay back and make his move but he was afraid of ruining the friendship he made with you.

You get sassy on stage continuing the song as you sway to the music. You made sure Tony knew you were directing this to him by staring at him.

“I’m not gon model us after the couples on the website. Acting like they in love for the fans likes. Please, I just wanna know your soul. I am trying to discover your likes and your dislikes, your middle name, do you like starlight.

Baby… just let me explore you…”

Tony is in disbelief, you’re staring directly at him. He tries to look sexy making your smile as you sing.

“And I’m not trying to hurt you, by not accepting the things you want to do. I’m just trying to show you that I’m in it with my heart.”

You close your eyes singing this next part.

“We could be dead broke as long as we’re together. I’m not leaving you no matter the weather…”

You slowly open your eyes and look at Tony smiling.

“Cause I might be in love with you.”

Tony has to sit down, he just can’t believe it.

“Anyone can buy me anything, and any man can buy me any gold, some cars, a ring. Is it that bad of an idea to love for love instead of money? Forced to realize that there’s nothing wrong with love like honey.”

Your voice softens at the last chorus.

“Don’t be scared. Don’t be shy. Stop looking down at your wallet. I’m trying to see you eyes. Not one gift in this world could make me feel more that I already do. All I need is for your love to be raw and true.”

You look up and see Tony is gone. You smile as the crowd goes wild for you. Pietro helps you off the stage, your legs shaking a bit. You sit next to Pietro and laugh.

“A song confession… it’s been used but not dated. You bodied that song love.” Natasha says hugging you.

“Yeah But I don’t think he got it.” Your voice almost cracks but everyone tries to cheer you up.

You look around for Tony but he’s not there. Steve steps behind you and whispers.

“He’s in his room.”

You sit in thought when Sam sits next to you.

“Go after him, in our line of work it’s best to say what we feel. We may not have tomorrow…” 

You nod your head and let the words of encouragement fill you. 

“Alrighty then.” You stand up and everyone cheers you on. 

Something burns deep inside you, you needed to do this, you wanted to do this for so long.

You take the elevator up to his floor and knocked.

“Friday there’s no way y/n would like me.. let alone love me.. not as much as I’ve loved her… she may just see me as a friend.”

You hear him talk to Friday who only tries to comfort him. Friday sees you standing at the door she opens the door silently as you step in.

“Maybe she does like you but doesn’t know how to say it… but she’s shown you before and tonight she confessed through a song but she’s not to sure if you got it…”

Tony jumps up from his king sized bed and just watches you speechless.

He’s always dreamed of you in his room but he never thought it would happen.

“Hey big head.” You whisper. Tony smiles, you force yourself to move. You stand in front of him and look into his eyes.

“I love you Anthony Stark… and I always have and always will…”

Your hand glides up his back making him shiver. You rest your hand on the base of his neck and pull him into a kiss.

As genius as Tony is and as much of a playboy that he is, he doesn’t move still in shock.

He doesn’t move or say anything to you making you feel confused.

“I’m sorry, I overstepped my boundaries.” You turn to leave but he pulls you into another kiss. Tears flowing down your face as he wipes them away. He picks you up and pulls you close.

“I’ve always loved you too. And I always will.”

“It’s about time Stark.” You giggle as you both fall back onto his bed. 

“So you didn’t like any of your gifts then?” He has you beneath him. 

“Shut up Tony.” You kiss him to stop him from talking. 

FLUFFY!!

You Don’t Love Me Do You

The early morning sun broke through a crack in the bedroom curtains casting a thin shaft of bright light across the room gently illuminating the face of a deeply slumbering Derek. Stiles had been awake for a while, laid on his side watching Derek as he slept, following the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath. His right hand had been resting on Derek’s chest when he woke up and he hadn’t felt any need to move it. The wolf’s heart beat slow and rhythmical yet strong against the palm of his hand. Everything about Derek was calm except for his face, even in deep sleep his face retained a certain stern and serious quality to it that made Stiles smile.

Stiles traced his middle finger softly over Derek’s chest weaving through the dark hairs twisting them around  his finger while trying his best not to wake him. He stopped twiddling Derek’s chest hair and rolled over to his own side of the bed sighing audibly as he did. Knotting his fingers behind his head his lay there trying to stop himself from thinking about what he knew would ultimately worm its way in to his mind. But trying not to think about something only makes you think about it more and it wasn’t long before it was infecting his mind again. He grabbed handfuls of hair and squeezed tightly, screwing his eyes shut, trying to force the though away from him. I shouldn’t be thinking this, he’d been telling himself for weeks he had no reason to worry about it. And yet, here he was again on a perfect California summer morning letting his doubts poison his mind.

“What’s wrong?” Derek sleepy voice sounded cracked and dry as he spoke. Stiles jumped a little thinking Derek had been sound asleep.

“Nothing.” Stiles tried to sound casual, failed miserably.

“Stiles.” Derek could convey a thousand different thoughts and emotions simply by the way he said his name. And right now he was saying he knew something was wrong. Just don’t turn and look at me Stiles thought to himself, I can try and lie and stay calm just as long you’re not looking at me. Stiles opened his eyes and glanced across straight into Derek’s examining eyes. Oh shit! He thought to himself.

“I’m fine honestly.” Stiles half smiled to try to put Derek at ease.

“I know you’re not fine.”

“How can you kn-” Stiles didn’t finish his sentence. “You know the whole werewolf chemosignals thing is unfair. I’m sick of everyone I know knowing how I feel better than I do.” Stiles didn’t mean it to come out quite as harshly as it did, or maybe he did, he wasn’t really sure. He did know that he wasn’t angry at Derek though and immediately regretted how he’d sounded. Derek watched him in silence for a moment.

“I didn’t need to read you to know something’s off. Something’s been bothering you for a while and it been getting worse. I had hoped you’d tell me what it is. Aren’t you happy?” Derek asked, his eyes searched Stiles face for any reaction. Stiles looked at him not really knowing how to put his feelings into words.

“It’s not that I’m not happy. I just… I don’t know…” Stiles voice faltered as the left his thought half finished. Derek didn’t push him to continue, he could see Stiles was struggling with something and didn’t want to put words in to his mouth,. But it wasn’t just that, he was terrified of what Stiles might say next. He’d felt something wasn’t right between them, it started a couple of weeks ago. He’d brushed it off as him over reacting to something Stiles had said but over the past few days the feeling had intensified to the point that he couldn’t let it go any longer. What ever it was was tearing at Stiles and Derek didn’t need his heightened wolf senses to know something was wrong. And he knew what it was, he’d been trying to convince himself that everything would be okay but right there in that moment he knew it was over. Stiles just wasn’t in love with him the way he was in love with Stiles. He didn’t want to face this moment, had been avoiding it as much as he could. Asking the question a minute ago had felt more like a involuntary action than a need to truly know the answer. So here they were, there was no point dragging it out any longer than it needed to be. That’s how people ended up getting really hurt. Derek’s heart physically ached and his stomach felt hollow at the thought of what he was about to say.

“You don’t love me do you.” The words sounded flat and harsh, each one felt like a wound. Derek felt like he was drowning, a crushing pressure constricting his breathing, it was all he could do to just not completely break down right there and then.

“What?!” Stiles snapped up straight in bed. “Is that what you think?” He was in shock, what had he done? As he turned to look at Derek he saw a tear running down the Sourwolfs face.

“Oh God, no Derek. How? What? Jesus Christ yes, of course I love you. What? Why?” Stiles words fell out of him in a rush without him having any real control and without making much sense but from all of that all Derek heard was ‘of course I love you’ The crushing weight all of a sudden had been lifted from his chest and a sense a joy and relief flooded through him. He could breathe again. Stiles pushed himself across the bed and straddled Derek’s waist. He grabbed his face in both hands, using a thumb to gently wipe away the tear. It proved a waste of time as it was quickly replace by another happier one.

“Derek, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to think… why would you think I don’t love you?”

“Something’s been wrong for a while, you wouldn’t talk about it. I don’t know. I’m not used to having good things in my life. I guess part of me has been waiting for it to end. Like I’m not supposed to be this happy, so it won’t last.” Derek wiped his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I feel stupid now.” Stiles stifled a laugh.

“You mean you really are happy?” Stiles asked him.

“I don’t think I’d ever been happy before I met you. I’ve been living in a dream world these last few weeks with you. It’s been perfect.” Stiles leaned forward and kissed Derek, the bitter taste of tears barely ever registered with him. Derek’s arms wrapped around Stiles and dragged him tightly to him, rolling him over as they kissed. Derek ran a hand through Stiles scruffy bedhair as they stared into each others eyes.

“What is it that’s been bothering you?” Derek asked him. Stiles didn’t want to answer, the whole thing was irrelevant now anyway. But Derek had opened himself up so Stiles felt he needed to as well, after all that had been the root cause of it all.

“I didn’t think you were happy with me. I felt more and more like I was holding you back or something. You can do so much better than me. I mean, you’re hot as fuck, you have this whole broody alpha male thing working for you and on top of that you’re a freaking werewolf, you have your own pack and you do all this cool supernatural stuff and I’m… natural. I’m just this skinny kid, there’s nothing particularly special about me, I just didn’t see why you would want me. I guess I just thought it was too good to last too.” Derek looked a little hurt hearing Stiles talk about himself.

“There’s a lot about you that’s special. I should’ve told you before now. I’m not great at this whole communication thing. Everytime I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel about you it’s sounds stupid in my head so I don’t say it. I always thought you just knew anyway, that I didn’t need to tell you. Stiles, I’ve never known anyone who’s meant as much to me as you do, who makes me feel like you do. Just being around you makes me happy. I feel like everyday I find something new about you that makes me love you more.”

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

“It doesn’t matter that I’m just a normal human?”

“Stiles, you are a long long way from normal.” Derek laughed. Stiles tried to look indignant but eventually he broke out in to a smile.

“I love you because you have a wonderful heart.” Derek paused almost like he was weighing something up in his mind. “And you have a great dick. Actually it’s mostly that. I’d say I love you ninety eight percent because of that and the rest because of your wonderful heart.”

“This dick?” Stiles asked with a cheeky smirk as Derek felt something stiffen against his thigh.

“Oh yeah, that’s the one right there.” Derek said reaching a hand below the covers and kissing Stiles deeply as all the emotions of the morning completely took them over.

Just a normal Tuesday (Loco smut-fluff)

Click. Click.

“So are we just gonna watch snippets of that tv shows?” Loco whispers in your shoulder eyes barely focused on what you chose to watch and more focused on savoring this moment’s rest from day to day activities.

Click. Click.

“No,but when on a random ass Tuesday afternoon the good shows are scarce.” You smiled at the throaty laugh hyukwoo emitted and the heart-warming buzz that vibrated on your back made you cuddle deeper in the cover and your man’s chest.
You finally settled on an random channel of some guys playing pranks on each other. “You always do that when we chill babe” loco said at random in the faintest of tones. Humming in confusion about what you do so often that he claims it as one of your traits. “You press into me everytime I laugh and pull my arms around you” you scoffed playfully, you knew it was true but you didn’t hear a complaint. “Not my fault you’re hot as hell. You produce so much heat.” It was more of a compliment than it sounded so you sigh out a whispered “I like it” and rubbed your arms against him.

It wasn’t like these things happened often either. Not really because he was at work all the time cause in reality he wasn’t but mostly cause the relationship was still fresh and the comfortability level you two had was still growing. So he only came over when it was really convenient for the both of you. Like today. No work, no worries, phones off, strutting with no pj’s on, comfy shit like that.

“Last night was really……reassuring.” Referring to how those at the company reacted when you popped up to take loco home with you, it went better than you could think but with a company like AOMG you really didn’t need to expect the worst. “Yeah… I don’t even know what had us so worried. Like you really had a sister thinking shit was real. Acting all suspect and shit.” You both laugh and relax back into the bed. Both you and loco had been keeping the relationship under reps for more than one reason but all to no avail apparently when Jay had already suspected him dating “I knew you were too happy to not be getting laid on the regular” he laughs and slaps the shit out of locks back. Damn. Think back at it made you laugh to yourself.

“Will you stop?” You hear loco whine from behind you. “Stop what? Laughing?” You asked confused to what he wanted to stop. “No. Grinding your ass on me. Stop” you can’t help but laughs at the absurd accusations. “I am not grinding my ass on you. I barely moved” scoffing at him and shaking your head. You stretch into a move comfy position “You’re Doing It Again” Loco grips your hip with his free hand in a lazy attempt to ‘stop’ you. “Hyukwoo chill” you laugh at him and his ridiculous whine. You didn’t really think that you were grinding on him but know that you have the upper hand, might as well use it.

You fake a yawn to arch your back and in the process shoving your ass into Locos crotch. “I know your doing this on purpose Y/N, now stop” ohhh so he wanna dom huh? You think in a mischievous way and press more into him “I don’t really know what your talking about. But if you don’t wanna cuddle then that’s fine” loco sighs in defeat replacing his arm around your waist “I don’t know why I try and fight you?” He admit. You turn over to sit up and face him sporting your little smirk “cause you know where it’ll get you”

Loco smiles up at you and holds her hand. He smooths his thumb on the back of your hand and musters up the cutest expression in his disposal “where does it get me?” You chuckles and lean down to peck his lips. His hands leaves yours when you swing your legs over his hips and rest your torso on his. He drags his arms on your lower back and absentmindedly played with the fabric of the shirt. You peppered his cheeks and lips with kisses knowing how much he loved getting pampered and you loved pampering him. Your kisses trailed to his neck and you remembered the newly access to mark him up as freely as you like. You went all in, that includes sucking hickies into his neck and niddlind at his ear while he whines and gets helplessly hard under you. “Hyukie… I love you” you said randomly and your heart warms at how Loco glows with happiness “I love you too baby”

He goes in for the kiss this time and you both practically eat each others mouth out for a while as things get heated. Your soon enough stripped to your only your bar and him in nothing at all. His throbbing cock is pressed snug against his lower stomach and your wet folds. The ridges and veins massages across your clit and you quickly saturated his dick with your wet lips. You ride his dick this way until your both slippery and sticky from your on self lube. He stretch over to your dresser and pulls out and strip of condoms before ripping one off and handing it to you. You take the condom and roll it in slowly unconsciously biting your lip “have I ever told you how sexy you look while putting on a condom?” He breathes out obviously riled up, you nods once your done “yeah, but only every time I do it” you joked, slapped his thigh, and kissed his lips. You never missed that look of relief he got when you enveloped his cock in you. Or how he hung to your hip like his life depended on it. And his long sigh and breathy heaving when he finally took a breath from holding it when he cums. You rested on his damp chest and slowed you hips to ride out your high.

This was a good week, you came out with your relationship with loco, was accepted by his company with warm arms, finally got to spend a quiet evening in with him, and you know…sex is all way the icing. After 4 months of sneaking around it feels so refreshing to just let loose and love. Really love. There was still 6 hours till 11:00 and the pizza shops were open so aftercare consisted of pizza, cinnamon twist, nakedness, and laughing at reruns of ‘Show Me The Money’. “You gonna eat the last last slice, chocolate” loco said pointing to the almost empty pizza box at the foot of the bed “hyukwoo what did I tell you about calling me chocolate, just because I’m black doesn’t mea-” “-oh stop you know the only reason I call you that is because of that one time we were fooling around in the kitchen and you let me lick chocolate off your-” “okay okay have the last slice damn” he chuckled at you and downed the pizza slice.

“Babe?” Hyukwoo wraps pulls you close to his bare chest and held your hand. You hummed in response ready for him to talk. “I think I got my second winning” you were confused until you felt his thick rod poke your back. You smile and turn to him “ring the bell cause we going for round 2 baby” you say before he rolls over you. This is exactly how you celebrate the coming out of a relationship.