casually tags you in this as well

i draw joseph and caesar casually a lot when i’m bored 

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.4]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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I’m Blue Too

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Kurt Wagner x Reader

I’m Blue Too

Author: Morgan

Warnings: None?

Prompt: Can I get a Kurt one where he’s still pretty new and people stare at him bc he’s blue so you find a bunch of like blue hair dye and dye your hair blue but decide that’s not enough so you dye your skin blue and then see him an say “I’m blue too!”

Note: Took a little bit of creative liberty here, hope you don’t mind! J I haven’t written for my smol beeb in sooooooo loooooong omggggggg. I didn’t realize how much I missed him. That said, I’m a bit rusty, so please forgive me while I get back into the swing of things.

Kurt had not yet adjusted to all of the pairs of eyes that watched him at the Mansion. Performing in the circus was one thing. People watched him because he wanted them to. Now he as here, and the other kids couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off of him. Though he didn’t really talk about it, Jean knew it bugged him, and she in turn had told you.

Despite the fact that the elf hadn’t been there long, you still had a soft spot for him, and you wanted him to feel welcome. That was when you found the blue hair dye at the mall. And a beautiful idea had struck you.

One very, very blue night later, you were ready to show Kurt.

It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, and because classes for the day had ended, the courtyard was full of mutant children playing with Frisbees and flying kites and messing with their powers. The usual squad was assembled under the tree. Of the group, only a few knew about your new development. Even now, your hair was up in a bun and hidden in a hood.

Kurt was sitting cross-legged between Scott, Peter, and Warren as you, Jean, Ororo, and Jubilee came to sit with them.

“Hey guys.” Jean greeted casually, as though nothing had happened. You pulled the hood off as you took your seat beside Kurt.

“Guten tag,” he smiled a sharp-toothed grin, his adorable blue dimples making themselves known as his tail waved behind him contently. God, he was cute. It made your heart race as you took the newly blue hairs out of the bun that sat atop your head. The wavy locks fell to rest on your shoulders. The boys all looked at you in shock, none of them exactly sure what to say.

Your hair was blue. Nightcrawler blue.

“Woah, what happened?” Peter asked.

“Well, I thought Kurt might be sick of everyone staring, so now they have something else to look at.”

“It’s blue….I am blue.” Kurt couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face or the finger that wandered to your loose blue curls.

“Well, now I’m blue too.”

“I ship it.” Jubilee stated.

“Ditto.” Warren lazily raised a hand. “When are we placing bets?”

“Shut up.” You threw a handful of grass at him. He chuckled. And though you knew they were teasing, you knew it would be sooner than later that you and Mr. Wagner would wind up together. Or at least, you hoped so.

provokiing  asked:

hey! i'm super ill right now, so could you possibly update the taking care of the other while sick tag? or maybe just some good old fluff? thank you!

get well soon friend!!

Flu Season by Arsenic (1/1 | 4,388 | G)

Derek knows that humans get sick and then get better, he does. It’s just very unnerving when it is Stiles getting sick.

Sick Day by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 3,219 | NC17)

Stiles has big plans for the weekend, but due to unforeseen circumstances, they’ll have to be delayed.

Part 3 of It’s casual. Really.

as a dog by suddenlyatiger (1/1 | 1,595 | PG13)

“I can’t believe that this is how I go out,” Stiles moan-croaks, speech even further garbled by his stuffed nose.

“Stop being dramatic,” John says. “You just barely have a fever. It’s just a cold.”

Part 4 of not one for long goodbyes

Nursemaid Derek by mistress_of_mythology (1/1 | 1,519 | G)

Stiles isn’t feeling well so he skips pack night, of course he wasn’t expecting Derek to come around. Or for Derek to stick around and take care of him.

By Accident

Prompt: this is for @girl-next-door-writes celebration challenge! the song i got was accidentally in love—counting crows.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,224

Warnings: none, just fluff (:

A/N: i had such a fun time writing this. i love steve so much. thanks for letting me be a part of this challenge!

Accidentally in Love—Counting Crows.

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(not my gif)


It’d been four months of dates. At first it was just for fun. And that was fine. You’d started dating him only to appease Natasha and Bucky. They had both sworn Steve liked you, was attracted to you. “Just give him a chance!” They had told you over and over again. But now… now Captain Steve Rogers was your boyfriend. And there was something about him that made him grow on you everyday. He was kind and gentlemanly and handsome and you liked him, a lot. And if you didn’t know yourself, you’d say you were falling for him. But neither of you were ready for that.

Today was another date. It was going to be more fun for you than him, you were sure. Shopping. Most of the time, you would have taken Natasha or just gone alone, but Steve insisted on the quality time. He’d been gone on a few missions with Bucky and Sam lately. And as much as you loved being a part of missions, you chose to hang back. It might be weird to now take orders from the guy you were sleeping with on the regular.

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Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 1

Word Count : 2,200

 Warnings : None 

 Summary: Y/N is tasked with a mission to keep the weird Barebone family in check. But things don’t always go as they are planned. After all, love always chooses those paths which are the least predictable. 

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The balmy weather was nice enough to warrant a visit to Central Park, a picnic would have been the ideal activity for this breezy summer day. The flowers were in full bloom and the air hung heavy with the smell of food, probably wafting from the hot-dog vendor standing nearby. Ignoring her growling stomach, Y/N glanced up at the clear skies before shrugging away thoughts of an imagined holiday. Vacations were a luxury Aurors couldn’t afford, especially not in such turbulent times. 

She refocused her attention on the gathering crowd ahead of her, as the New Salem Philanthropic Society commenced another of its infamous rallies. Y/N effectively merged within the crowd, nonchalantly staring at the flyer she had been handed. The Barebone woman continued spewing vitriol against witches and magic, assuring them that the threat was very really. Y/N’s watchful eyes swept across the crowd once, before settling on the leader of the Second Salemers as she urged the gathered people to watch out for the lurking darkness that hid so cleverly among ‘us’! Mentally, Y/N scoffed wondering how many actually believed this supposed gibberish. But disbelief was good, disbelief kept her kind safe. And above all, it was her job to keep that disbelief unwaveringly constant. 

She shifted a few paces ahead, before blocking herself from Mary Lou’s line of vision behind a man wearing a rather outlandish top hat. She continued her observation, staring at the two daughters standing beside the woman. The elder one, Chastity stood primly, projecting an image of trained etiquette and polite interest. The younger one Modesty, meanwhile, shuffled onto the steps of the bank where the rally was being held, mumbling a song and fidgeting to its tune. 

 Y/N gaze then shifted to the eldest of the Barebone children, Credence. He stood amongst the crowd, handing out flyers with shouty capitals, blaring the NSPS anti-witch propaganda. He must be quite tall, Y/N mused, as her eyes assessed the lanky boy. But he seemed shorter with the pronounced hunch with which he carried himself. Almost as if he could disappear into nothingness if he tried hard enough. 

 It had come as a surprise to Y/N when her fellow colleague Tina Goldstein had been removed from Auror services. For jeopardising their safety by violating the International Statute of Secrecy’s provisions nonetheless! Tina was a stickler for rules and for the number of cases that they had partnered together, Y/N knew her to be thorough and efficient. How she ended up losing her steam over the Barebones and subsequently losing her job as well, was a mystery. 

 What came as a greater surprise however, was when Director Graves summoned her in his office. He assigned her the responsibility of keeping an eye over the Barebones, ensuring that the safety of the wizarding community was not threatened by the enflamed speeches of an overenthusiastic zealot. While she was of the opinion that there was no harm in keeping a watchful eye over this fanatic, there was something in the way the Barebone boy carried himself that kept drawing Y/N’s attention. 

 Not one for distractions, she changed places again, this time edging towards the back of the crowd. Her gaze trained itself on the speaker again as she withdrew from the dense crowd, making sure that Mary Lou didn’t notice her. In her effort to appear inconspicuous, she didn’t realise until it was too late as she stumbled across someone’s feet. Though the force was not near enough to knock the person down, it did displace the dozens of sheets that the person was carrying. No, not sheets, flyers to be exact. 

 When had Credence slipped to the back, Y/N wondered, as they both crouched down to gather the scattered flyers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were standing here. I was in a rush to get back to work. I hope I didn’t hurt you?” she gave an apologetic smile having managed to collect a few of the papers, handing them to the gaping boy. He stared at her for a moment as their fingers brushed each other, before swallowing audibly and said, “N-no. It was, m-my fault. I shouldn’t have been…standing here. Y-you didn’t hurt me. S-s-sorry!” he stuttered nervously as tingles surged from his fingers where they had accidentally touched Y/N’s.

 She waved away his apology before smiling brightly and said, “No worries. I do hope you are alright though”, glancing at her watch she muttered under breath before continuing, “I have to go now, lunch time is almost over. I’ll see you later then! Have a good day!” she waved breezily before crossing the road and disappearing in the bustling crowd. He turned around to face the rally once more, warmth enveloping his being at the possibility of meeting the kind and pretty woman again. But the sight in front of him made his stomach fill with dread and he paled visibly. His mother was staring at him, malice dripping from her gaze; it would suffice to say that she was not at all happy with him.

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 Y/N cursed herself as she hurried towards her cabin in the MACUSA. That interaction should not have happened. It was vital for the assignment that the Barebones remain unaware of her, as much as possible. It was a lapse of judgement on her part when she struck up a conversation with the boy. It would have been easier, wiser even, had she just walked away without stopping. People tended to forget faces of rude strangers stumbling across their toes as opposed to polite strangers helping them out. But on seeing him she couldn’t bring it in herself to act the part. 

 Y/N cursed herself again as she stumbled in her cabin, sinking wearily into the chair as she pulled the nearest sheaf of papers towards her. She would have to lie low for a while, make sure that her absence and the flow of time did away any traces of recognition from the boy’s mind. Sighing loudly, she read through the paperwork before signing a few and tearing away one or two. A head popped into her cabin, followed by the appearance of a smiling brunette. “Hello Miss Workaholic! Having a long day?” Y/N spared a glance from her work before giving up the day as one of the worse ones. “Abernathy”, she acknowledged his presence but that didn’t mean she had to have a conversation with him. 

 She continued staring at the application for an early release from detainment, not grasping a single letter of the 700 word document, hoping against hope that the man would just let her be. “Tough case?” Apparently not. “Not really.” Curtness and a calm demeanour was the key in such scenarios. “Care to join me for lunch? I was just about to pop out and was hoping you could join me. It’s a lovely day and you shouldn’t waste it cooped up in….” She cut him abruptly, “I’m sorry I can’t. As you can see I’m a bit busy at the moment. Paperwork does make the day long and it won’t complete by itself however much I charm my quills. They haven’t invented the artificial intelligence ones yet I’m afraid.” To hell with calmness, today was just not her day! 

 Abernathy gave her a disappointed look before saying, “Well another time I suppose. Oh by the way, Director Graves wanted to see you.” He casually mentioned that as if they were discussing the weather, the oaf! “And you are telling me now! I better see what he wants…” Y/N closed the file before exiting the cabin, Abernathy in tow. “I thought you were popping out for lunch?” She questioned her unwanted companion as he tagged along. He came to a stop as if remembering it suddenly, “Why yes. I..I shall be going then?” He questioned as if seeking permission. But Y/N had long since disappeared, his question echoing emptily across the hallway. 


 Y/N hurried towards the upper echelons of MACUSA hoping against hope that she hadn’t made the Director of Magical Security wait for too long. She wondered whether she had unwittingly jinxed herself in the morning or got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or perhaps it was the neighbour’s pet Kneazle crossing her path with a pinpointed hiss. Mr Smith had always envied her for bagging the road side apartment (something about better natural light) and she wouldn’t put it past him to rub some bad luck potion on his pet in the off chance that it stumbled across her. All in all, the day was going down in the dumps by the looks of it.

 When she knocked and entered Percival Graves’ posh cabin, this theory was further bolstered. He was staring at her with a stormy expression, rubbing his temples in a weary manner. “I had hoped you would reach here the moment I called upon you. Tardiness is unbefitting of an Auror of your stature.” His voice was low and razor sharp, cutting the air with the accuracy of a newly sharpened blade. Donning her best professional visage, Y/N answered in a voice smooth as silk, “My apologies Director Graves. I just returned from observing the targets you had assigned me and when I received the message from Mr Abernathy, I came immediately.”

 Her boss stared at her, taking her words in and making her uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny before saying in a voice that seemed louder as well as distant from the room they were occupying, “Ms Y/L/N I presume that you are not keeping any written accounts of this assignment?” This had been one of the conditions of the case and had made Y/N’s spine tingle with unease. Undocumented missions ensured the highest amount of confidentiality, but at the same time there was a danger of increased responsibility on the Auror. The Director could very well wash his hands off in case things went awry and Y/N would be stuck in inquiries faster than you could say Protego, with no real means of an escape. 

 "Yes sir" she answered him, maintaining the façade of calmness. “Good. Though it isn’t a matter of grave concern at the moment, it is imperative on your part that you keep a close eye on them without anyone knowing what you are up to.” She nodded once, showing her acquiescence. “Y/N” he called out. She was thrown off guard by the casual manner in which he addressed her. So very unlike the strict, non nonsense man known as Percival Graves. “You are a valued part of the MACUSA, your skills are unparalleled even amongst our best on field Aurors. You were top of your class and it is a privilege that you chose to work with us instead of your native Ministry of Magic. You will definitely go places.”

 Y/N swelled with pride at the praise but a tingle of worry skittered across her conscious. There was something wrong with this. “Thank you, Sir. It’s an honour…” “However, you should be careful of the path upon which you tread. A careless mistake and it could cost you your career. I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.” His eyes bore into her, considering her the way a hunter may look upon his prey. The nerve of this man! He was openly threatening her as if she were in the wrong! Steeling herself Y/N replied, “I assure you Sir that something like that will never happen as long as I’m on this case.” She stared into brown eyes, a challenge in her gaze. “Very well. I will expect the usual verbal report the next time you find anything of note.” Noting the unspoken dismissal, Y/N gave a curt nod before excusing herself out of the room.

 She hurried towards the sanctuary of her cabin. The moment she entered it, she locked the door, put a muffling charm on the room and extracted the tiny pair floral earrings from her ears. Setting them carefully on her desk, she waved her wand in the air carefully but nothing happened. She gave a sigh of relief, atleast she was free from worrying about any external unwanted snooping. She then tapped the earrings carefully, a muttered incantation under her breath. The earrings sputtered for a moment before echoing in a voice frighteningly similar to the Director of Magical Security, “I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.“ 

 Y/N let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. Who knew learning to enchant everyday items that could record her magical lectures would one day help her in this manner? Graves may have thought himself too brilliant to hoodwink, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Slipping on the earrings again, Y/N’s mind went over the conversation once again. Her intuition had been correct. Something about the Barebones was making Graves anxious, so much that he went to the length of threatening her to ensure that the case went smoothly. The picture was too hazy to discern any meaning from currently. But Y/N vowed that she wouldn’t rest till she got to the bottom of this.


 A/N: Hah, this was supposed to be a one shot. Though turning it into a series doesn’t seem that bad of an idea. This is a filler chapter, where I’m setting the scene for the oncoming plot. Hope you guys liked my first venture into the fbawtft universe. Please excuse any typos and let me know how you found it. Gif credits to the owner. ~mystical reading nerd

Originally posted by saltyhomosexual

“Learned to play in college. I was that annoying asshole who played in the student union, trying to seem cool and impress girls. Didn’t play after that, until one day I found a ukulele while at a refugee camp with HUSTL. Everyone loved it, and I remembered how powerful music can be.”

“Guitars are much smaller than you lead me to believe”-Jaal, probably

He can probably only play like 3 songs. But I imagine him playing this.

Hamilsquad x fem!reader

Okay everyone I actually wrote something with @hardrock-lafayette (THANK YOU FOR EDITING)
words:1127
Tags: @intoleranttoast @elizabethschxyler @psychedemigod @casual-hamiltrash
@its-the-hamfam (I’m part of that beautiful group)
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“Move out of the way!”

Another day, another person pushing me, and another day of my flower crown falling off.

"Leave her alone!” Someone, who I saw to be Lafayette, said. Wait, when the heck did Lafayette get here?
“Laf it’s okay.” I said, grabbing his arm.
“But he hurt you.” Lafayette pouted, shooting the puppy dog eyes at me. Oh gosh, not the puppy dog eyes.
“I’m okay sweetheart.” I smiled at him. Sometimes Lafayette just needs to be told that I’m okay, but he treats me so well.
“Here you go bébé.” He smiled, handing me my flower crown.
“Thank you, babe.” I say with a shy smile. His smile is soft, and I’m so thankful for people like him. He’s caring, nice, and not too loud at the all of the right times.
“I’ll see you at home mon amour.” He said, and he’s gone as soon as he was here.
I put my flower crown back on my head, dashing away holding my book on Daveed Diggs close to my chest in a hurry to get to debate. This debate will hopefully open people’s eyes to everything that is happening around them.

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“You have no power around here, Jefferson, once you learn the right way to treat people we’ll treat you with kindness, but as of right now you deserve no respect from women if you believe they shouldn’t get an education.” I wanted to win this, I needed to win this! Jefferson is just a jerk who gets his way because he’s rich!

“And why should you get respect?” He smirks. I’m gonna strangle him, I swear.

“Why do you think I don’t deserve respect? I am trying to defend the people who have been put through terrible things through history!” I said, trying not to yell. I’m actually gonna strangle him if he brings up my boys.


“It is wrong to have more than one partner, you should not get respect nor should those four men you are dating!” He snarled, and my blood began to boil. If that bitch is gonna talk shit he’s gonna get hit.

“My personal life shouldn’t have to intervene with this debate Jefferson! This is about women’s education not whether you think I deserve respect or not based on my relationship! So please get back on the topic at hand.” I shouted, my anger surging through me. I’m actually gonna kill him if he doesn’t shut his mouth.

“That’s enough for today you two, tomorrow Hamilton and Jefferson will be debating. Now, class is over.”


“THANK YOU, MR. WASHINGTON.” I mentally screamed, relief flooding through me.

“Y/N YOU DID BEAUTIFULLY!” Alexander Hamilton, one of my four lovers, said cheerfully. He’s always been right by my side since I moved up here to New York five years ago. He’s always been the..loudest out of all my boys. He never shuts up about anything, and honestly, sometimes we have to force him to sleep.


“Alex, baby, please can you shut up? Jefferson’s annoying voice gave me a headache and all I want to do is go home and cuddle up with the three of you ‘till Hercules gets home from work.” I groaned, holding my head. My head, my feet, my everything hurts, and it’s not helpful that I was sick last week.

“As long as Lafayette doesn’t push me off the bed again, we’ll be fine.” Alex chuckled. I giggle and kiss him.


“I love you.” I smiled.

“Oh, I know.” He said with a goofy grin. He’s a dork and I love him, and that’s just how it goes.

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“I’M HOME!” I sighed happily. The sooner I got to lay down in my bed, the better.

“We’re in the bedroom sweetheart.” One of the boys said. I had one more class before I came home today and Alex got home about one in the afternoon every day. Lafayette didn’t have class today because his teacher is out at a meeting. John’s an art student, an amazing art student at that. Herc, that’s another story altogether, I met him when he was still in college then he dropped out to start up his business. He refuses to let me buy clothes from other places when I need a dress though.

“I’ll be in there soon, I’m gonna get some food.” I said, my stomach rumbling. Let me give you some advice. Don’t not eat all day.

“Petite lion, did you not eat today?” Lafayette asked worriedly. Lafayette always knows when I don’t eat. He knows when none of us eat, but he just wants his lovers to stay healthy.
“I’ll be fine after I eat baby.” I smile. He kisses my head before mumbling something in French, that beautiful language of his.
“Je t'aime.” I smile, leaning against him because he radiates heat.
“Mmmm, your warm” I say happily, hugging him tightly. He and Hercules are human heaters so in the winter we stay warm when we’re sleeping.
“Mon amour you’re…how you say…falling asleep. Let’s get you to bed.” He said, picking me up bridal style. He’s right I’m half asleep, but I’m still hungry.
“But food.” I mumble tiredly.
“No Y/N you’re tired and Hercules will be home soon. He’ll make dinner okay? Just wait and hour or so.” Lafayette said. He’s so warm…

“Jack?” I heard someone say. John’s hugs are just as warm as Laf’s hugs.

“Yes Y/N?” He said. These boys are my life, they’re everything I need right now.


“I love you so much, thank you.”

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Laying in bed, snuggled up with the four men I’ve given my heart to, telling stories about when I first met them. That’s what I enjoy the most. Laf’s story is my favorite of all of them though. We met at a coffee shop he spilt his coffee on me and just walked out of the coffee shop, he didn’t say sorry or anything. It was so stupid and great at the same time, but the next day, he came to class with a new shirt for me.
I already knew Alex from debate class, and he was Laf’s translator because he was still struggling with English. He still does,but it’s getting better. He told Alex to tell me that he was “very sorry, that was super embarrassing and you’re really beautiful.” They all treat me with kindness​ since they all realized that they were in love with me. Who I was, who I am, and who I will be, and I know that  they will be there for me. My four boys are everything to me.


“I love you.” I mumbled before I fell asleep, resting happily in the arms of my four lovers.

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            Alex Høgh Andersen’s Birthday Countdown

Hello babes, we here at AlexHøghSource are doing a countdown in honor of Alex’s 23rd birthday. Countdown begins on Monday, May 15th, and will continue on through the week until Saturday, May 20th. The days will be as follows:

May 15th – Favorite Non-Vikings Media

May 16th – Favorite Vikings Scene

May 17th – Favorite Photoshoot

May 18th – Favorite Partner-In-Crime (co-star, friend, sister, etc.)

May 19th – Favorite Instagram Posts

May 20th – Birthday Posts

We’ll be using the tag #ahscountdown to keep track of your edits, as well as a new tag that we will be tracking along with our usual source tag: #alexhoghedit. This new tag will help us, as well as any other Alex blogs out there, find the edits easily. Alex has several variations to his name and that makes it a bit difficult for finding edits to reblog. This new tag will help us find the edits right away, as well as filter out any other kind of post related to him. So remember, edits only for that tag, no imagines or regular posts from his social media or casual drooling about him 😉

We look forward to celebrating his birthday with you!

Player!Yoongi

Before I start this, I just wanna say a huge huge thank you for 4,200 followers!!! That’s so crazy to think about, I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it but thank you all so much for all the support and love, it means a lot to me!! Onto the post, it is time for the first half of the Daegu line, another member of the hyung line, my highkey spirit animal whose English is so fucking adorable like it’s a bit more rare to hear him speak it but when he does, it’s so cute, his accent is 10/10 I love accents so much and he always tries his best and I love him for that, Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agust D

  • This post is written in the college AU, it just helps set the scene a bit but there are two versions of college!yoon, photographer!Yoongi (here) and music major!Yoongi that was featured in a scenario I did ages ago (here)
  • Visuals are up first bc I love me some visuals 
  • There are so many looks to choose from oh my lord, it’s so hard to choose for him bc he looks so good in all of them but I gotta go with Run era!Yoon
  • The outfits, the hair, the entire overall vibe was just so nice, the performances were great, the song is iconic, Run was just a really really good era for everyone involved
  • Player!Yoongi also does the black hair of course bc yoon with black hair is just so amazing, he looks breathtaking with the black hair, he does the pink hair, he does the orange, the blonde, all the good shit
  • Yoongi’s style just screams boyfriend, he’s always in such comfy looking clothes and when he wears his scarves !!!!!!!
  • He most often wears jeans but the top does change, typically it’s just a casual t-shirt but sometimes he goes for a button up and he loves a good jacket I wanna see him in a cardigan tbh has he ever worn one I can’t remember if he has, tag mE IF HE HAS
  • There are a couple of outfits that fit this AU so well like when he wore these leather pants and a white t-shirt and a black blazer and the snapback and glasses and bag and he looked so good, it’s a bit more of a date outfit bc I can’t imagine that wearing leather pants around a campus when you have classes and have to walk all around campus is the most comfortable thing in the world
  • The second outfit is more of an everyday type of look and it’s every single time he’s ever worn flannel bc that is such an underappreciated look, I want it to be a comeback look bc that’s so nice to think about, I love flannel!Yoongi so much I can’t choose just one look for it
  • Snapback!Yoongi makes frequent appearances, if it’s not a snapback, it’s a beanie bc either one of those is a good deal
  • Okay so here’s the thing about Yoongi, he’s not emotionless, he’s got a soft heart and a really sweet, caring side to him so I don’t think he would lead anyone on about the relationship
  • He’s a really blunt person in general so he would just be straight up with them and say hey this is all casual, I’m probably not gonna call back after a couple of dates, etc.
  • He doesn’t sleep with a whole lot of people tbh, I know that for some people that’s one of the qualities of a player but to me, he seems like he needs to be in love to be able to share that part of him with someone bc I think he takes a while to open up to people and fully trust them
  • If he ever does, he would have to know them really well, it wouldn’t be a first date type of thing, it would be someone he was close friends with, it doesn’t really happen with him
  • He does do make outs though, that’s pretty common
  • He kinda attracts people without meaning to, he has that bad boy vibe and a lot of people are into that edgy look where it’s like ooh I’m dating a bad boy
  • So nearly all of his dates approach him first but he does like flirting with them and spending time with them bc it helps clear his mind and he also likes having different “models” to take pictures of
  • He’s such a gentleman to his dates and he makes them laugh a lot bc he’s a really funny person with his dry humor and the sarcasm and the -_- face he makes, plus his comedic timing is !!!
  • He would arrange the cutest lil dates ever, they’re always really personal and private
  • He does a lot of park dates, picnics, ice cream, if his date is another photographer or willing to be his model, he’ll take pictures of them
  • By the end of the date, they’re heart eyes bc he can be really really kind and thoughtful
  • He’s never really had a serious relationship but he has been called boyfriend a few times, it doesn’t last long though bc he’s really busy and he never wanted anything serious with them to begin with
  • The “breaking up” part is of course never fun but he knows that if he doesn’t do it, they’ll think he’s got feelings he doesn’t and like I said earlier, he’s not the type to lead people on
  • Most, if not all, of his dates know that he’s not gonna be sticking around for long so it’s not a huge shocker when he does it
  • You two are roommates 
  • He can get really stressed bc he’s juggling photography, which already takes up so much of his time (he’s not complaining, he loves it) but then he’s also doing music on the side and working at this local cafe to help pay rent and he’s also got the general classes he has to take so he can get stressed sometimes and you of course, have your stressed days as well
  • The relationship happens pretty naturally, one night, you two had been up late studying for finals and started to argue out of stress and when you went to leave, he kissed you
  • The two of you hadn’t really spoken much for the rest of the finals week bc now you were trying to reason it all bc there so many things it could’ve meant, it could’ve been pure stress, he could’ve just wanted to get some of those pent up feelings out, he could’ve been trying to confess
  • You both get so busy with finals and rarely see each other but then after that week, you two have to face each other and deal with the situation bc you know that Yoongi has other people he’s seeing and you’d started flirting with someone as well
  • He’s not sure if he’s ready to confess bc there’s a chance you won’t like him back and he already feels like he’s ruining the friendship by making you feel awkward with the kiss so he’s worried that if he does confess and you don’t return the feelings, he’ll have blown it and would lose you so he just blames it on stress
  • It takes a while for the two of you to confess bc both of you feel like you’re walking on thin ice at this point bc of the kiss thing, you didn’t exactly pull away from the kiss so he feels like there should be something there but it’s all too risky
  • It’s not until the term starts up again and you see Yoongi going on more dates and this one time, one of his dates come to pick him up and you see them together and that’s what gets you to snap
  • When he comes home that night and you see them kiss goodnight, it’s too much so you have Yoongi come sit with you to talk again
  • This time, you let him know all about how you actually feel about him and you’re kinda rambling a bit bc you’re a bit nervous to see his reaction so you just keep talking and he just starts to smile and it’s this really soft smile and then he kisses you again
  • “I love you too”
  • “What about the others?”
  • “I’d rather be your boyfriend, if you’ll have me”
  • “Of course I will”
About Town Pt. 1

LONG TIME NO FIC

Hiiiiiiii guyyyyyys, sorry! I’m not convinced I’ve kicked my funk just yet, but this prompt from @i-dream-of-emus piqued my interest, and got me to sit down and write something! It’s not done, I’ve started part 2 and sketched out where I want it to go, but I really wanted to get something out there, and this seemed like a natural pause in the story while I gathered my thoughts.

PROMPT: Rae is well-known by the staff of Town Records, and when they don’t see their most loyal customer for a couple of weeks they get worried. Some how, they find out that she’s in the psychiatric ward, and want to do something nice for her during her time there.

So, each week, a member of staff visits her at the hospital with the latest NME and Melody Maker, and the week’s new releases. Rae borrows the CDs for a week, then buys what she can afford of the ones she likes most.

And guess who is Town’s grumpiest / best-looking part-timer?

I didn’t keep exactly to the brief, and some of this will show up in the second half, but it seemed to scratch the itch of “What if?” for me. (Well, half-scratch … still got a bit of an itch.)

Not tagging anyone, but I’ll stick it on this month’s Round-Up. Hope you like it!

* * * * * 

It often takes awhile to notice when something’s missing. Like one of those “Can you spot the differences between these pictures?” puzzles they put in to pad out the Sunday papers. At a casual glance, it all seems the same, but when you have a think and start to really look, you see what’s gone from the scene, what’s been changed.

Finn chewed his thumb nail as he restocked the magazine rack with the shipment of latest issues.

“Dave?” He shouted to be heard in the back room.

A muffled “Yeah?” floated out of the half-open door.

“Where d’ya want me to put the Melody Maker Souvenir Issue? They sent us extras!”

Dave stuck his head out from the stock area. “They probably printed too many, the wankers.” He nodded to the counter. “Stick some by the till. Maybe we can shift ‘em as an impulse purchase.”

Finn nodded, chewing on the inside of his lip, now that both hands were occupied.

After stacking a bunch neatly on the counter, he plucked a copy from the top of the pile. Dave always let him have a couple of mags a week at no charge. For no reason he could name, Finn glanced guiltily at the open door to the back and slipped a second copy into his knapsack, then sat down at the stool behind the till, humming along to Elastica playing on the in-store speakers.

Waking up and getting up has never been easy,

Oh, oh, I think you should know.

Oh, oh, I think you should go.

Make a cup of tea, and put a record on.

Saturday mornings were always slow, but Finn liked putting things right round the shop. He’d straightened out most of the sections, filled all the magazine racks, even tidied the notice board. He wasn’t the most personable employee at Town, and he knew Rob generally liked a late night of a Friday, so he didn’t mind volunteering to come in at half-eight on a Saturday, even if he ended up bored for the last hour or two of his shift.

It also meant he could visit his nan after. Normally, he’d stop over at her cottage, which was much closer to Town than his own house, but she’d had to go into hospital for some routine tests earlier in the week, and they’d kept her over, saying they wanted to monitor some levels or something. It didn’t sound good, but they kept telling her not to worry, which she in turn told Finn, but his nails looked even more of a state than usual.

He was gnawing on another cuticle when Rob rocked up through the front door, looking rough but resigned to a full day of work.

He nodded at Finn, who nodded back, and then shoved the door to the back wide open as he went to deposit his stuff in his locker.

Finn didn’t have a locker, as he only worked about ten hours a week. His eyes flitted to the clock, and he was surprised to note that Rob had come in early. It wasn’t yet noon, and Finn was supposed to leave at one. Usually, they were ships passing.

Finn looked down at the cover of the Melody Maker special, the Brothers Gallagher staring deadpan back at him. The song changed over on the stereo system, and he could hear the clock tick a few seconds in the silence before Morning Glory (ironically) started up.

There were no customers in the shop, hadn’t been for most of the morning, but suddenly and unaccountably, it made Finn feel nervous, restless. He’d felt it was quiet for the past few weeks, really. It was like he was living the same Saturday over and over each week, waiting for … something.

Rob came out and plopped down next to Finn behind the counter, sighing.

“Y’alright?” Finn asked.

“Good as can be expected.”

Finn nodded.

“You?” Rob asked back.

Finn shrugged.

“Eh?”

Finn sighed now. Rob was a decent sort, and there wasn’t anyone else about. “Me nan’s ill. Well, maybe not, but she’s in the hospital for a bit, I guess to make sure she’s not? Anyway.”

“Hey, that’s shite. Sorry to hear it. Hope she’s okay, yeah?”

“Thanks.” Finn shifted on his stool, still restless. “This place has been dead. Deader’n usual, even.”

“I know. Haven’t even seen that girl, you know the one, is it Mae?, come in recently. Have you seen her?” Rob asked offhand.

Finn froze. “Rae,” he whispered. That was it.

He’d kept having these weird half-thoughts, just glimpses flitting across his mind, of a figure with long dark hair, moving around the shop. But they’d been so fleeting, so transitory, he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it.

She rarely spoke to anyone, just sort of appeared, usually around noon of a Saturday, this sort of time. Sometimes he’d see her in the late afternoon during one of his mid-week post-college shifts, but she’d been a fixture on Saturdays until recently.

He furrowed his brow. “Yeah … I mean, no. It’s been a few weeks, at least. Wonder what’s happened to her.” As soon as he said it, he realized he hoped nothing had happened to her. That she just decided to spend her Saturdays somewhere else, or was out of town, even moved. Though, he didn’t really hope that last one.

*

She didn’t buy much, but when she did, it was something good. Something he could tell she’d thought long and hard about, having saved and researched and listened to as many tracks as she could before committing to it.

He distinctly remembered her being near the front of the queue for the new Oasis on release day back in October, though. He’d asked his dad if he could bunk off and work, so he could get his hands on his copy first thing in the morning, before the shop opened to the public.

“Remember when that last Status Quo album come out?” he asked, eyes pleading his case. “You moved your morning meeting so’s you could get it first thing.”

His dad had rolled his eyes but relented, as long as Finn promised to take the bins out for a month without his usual whinging.

And when he turned up at the shop, there was actually a line down to the chemist’s a few doors away. He’d felt special, being able to walk past the crowd and wave to Dave inside, who came over to let him in early. “Not your usual release day, eh?”

Dave grunted. “I noticed you pre-ordered one, too. You can have your pick of the discs, as long as you’re quick about it. I’ll have to let this lot in soon, or risk the wrath of Mr. Singh next door. They’re blocking his entrance.”

Finn ducked his head behind the counter and saw nearly a hundred CDs in neat stacks. Logically, he knew they were all the same, but he wanted the best one. He randomly picked the third one from the top of the second pile, inspecting the case for damage, the wrapper for tampering. It looked good–pristine, even. He slipped it in one of the paper bags by the till and put it in his own bag, in a pocket all by itself.

Even now, months later, he could remember that feeling of satisfaction after so much anticipation. Before he’d even listened to anything but the two songs released for the radio, simply possessing it—the mere possibility of how much he might like it–had been tantalizing.

He wasn’t precisely sure why his brain was hashing over that day on this day, until the memory expanded to seeing her, Rae, come in with her eyes shining and cheeks flushed from waiting in the morning chill for more than an hour. He remembered noticing her uniform, which he’d never seen her in before. She looked like she felt uncomfortable in it, but possibly a little less uncomfortable than normal, since she was getting to pick up this album.

Dave was running the till; Finn was bagging the CDs. It only took them about half an hour to get through the line, but the moment when Rae was at the counter seemed … well, memorable. After all, here he was, remembering it.

“Yours was the third name on my list for this, love,” Dave chided Rae as he took her bills and made change.

“Yeah?” she asked, “Who was ahead of me, then?” She was in a good mood, all smiles. Finn couldn’t remember ever seeing her smile that big.

“Just this one,” he hoiked a thumb in Finn’s direction, “And Rob, of course.”

Rae turned to look at Finn, probably reflexively, and their eyes met. “Felt like today’d never come, eh? Been waiting for this for months.”

That might have been the first time she’d spoken to Finn without him speaking first. And the only time he’d initiated conversation was likely to be part of a transaction.

Finn nodded. “I know! It seems like I’ve been waiting forever, but their first album only came out last August.”

Her lips closed over her teeth, but she was still smiling. Then she said, “Hard to believe—feels like I’ve had those songs in me head for years.”

It was his turn to smile. How was it he could remember this moment so clearly?

That was when the moment ended, however. The man behind Rae cleared his throat in irritation. “Could you two hurry it up?”

The smile fell from Rae’s mouth; Finn handed her the bag with her new music and, as she turned, he said, “Hey, lemme know what you think of it, yeah?”

The corners of her mouth lifted a fraction and he would have sworn she nodded as she turned to leave.

*

He’d known something was missing; how could he have not realized?

He supposed she had always just been there, in the background of the shop, quietly … existing. He was intrigued by her, sure, but she seemed pretty private, and he wasn’t one to press anyone. He was more of a hang back and let them come to him sort of bloke. She seemed cool, and he liked to idly speculate about her, but that had been good enough.

Rob sighed. “It is bloody dead in here, isn’t it?”

Finn nodded, feeling a little disoriented. It was, but he was wrapped up in wondering.

“You can leave early, if you want. I’m here now, and there’s no reason for the both of us to be bored senseless.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, escape while you can. Go see your nan.”

“Thanks, Rob. Have a good one—hope business picks up.”

Rob smiled. “Usually does.”

Finn shrugged on his jacket and slung his bag across his chest, then waved to Rob as he headed out.

His walk to the hospital was fairly short, and he was so distracted by thoughts that it seemed like he arrived in less than a minute. 

He started to walk down the hall to the nurses’ station to check in, when he saw a flash of long dark hair down the corridor off to his right. His head turned instinctively, and there she was, like he’d conjured her with his jumbled thoughts. She was standing next to a younger girl, head bent down to listen to the girl whisper in her ear.

When the girl was done, Rae straightened up, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she did. The hallway was dim, but for the spot they were standing in, an open door let the light from the courtyard windows in, and the light played across the sweep of her hair.

He was staring at her, mouth open, when she spotted him. He watched as she went from noticing him as a presence, then as a person, to the second she recognized him. Her shoulders hunched up, and she looked down immediately, as if not looking at him could make him not see her.

She didn’t last long before glancing up to make sure. He held up a hand in greeting, and she nodded. Her little friend looked up at her, her expression bordering on incredulous, before shoving Rae in the small of her back to propel her towards him.

Rae shot the girl a dirty look before dragging her feet down the hall.

As she approached, he began to smile. He was glad to see her, see she was … well, she might not be okay, as she was in hospital, and he could see her tag despite her long sleeves. But she was here.

“Hiya!” he said, brightly, his usually mumble gone for once. “Funny running into you, we were just wondering about you at the shop.”

Her eyes flew to meet his. “What? Why?”

“Well, we just … hadn’t seen you in a while. Sort of got used to you coming in every week. Saturday mornings are pretty boring without you.”

The expression on her face was impressive, but still hard to read. “Really?”

“Well … yeah. Sometimes you were the only customer I’d see before noon.”

She scoffed under her breath, and half smiled to herself. Then, suddenly, asked, “What’re you doing here?”

“Oh, visiting me nan. She’s … they’re observing her. For, like, levels, or summat.”

Rae nodded, like she understood. “Sorry to hear it. I won’t keep you. Nice to … I mean, thanks, or … whatever.”

She turned to walk away, and Finn found himself protesting. Out loud. “You’re not keeping me. I’m early this week. It were so dead, Rob said I could leave before one. I—“  

Rae pivoted cautiously to look at him while he floundered.

It was then he remembered the extra copy of Melody Maker. “Oh, hey! Do you, I mean, is it alright if I …” He fumbled with the clasps on the front of his bag. “I just happen to have an extra of this week’s …” He held it out to her, hopeful. “If you want it, that is. It’s a special edition, that’s why I grabbed an extra.”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed in suspicion for a split second. “You sure? It’s not for someone else?”

“No!” Why had he practically shouted that? “No, sorry. I just … grabbed two instead of one. I can always get another; they sent us loads.”

She turned to fully face him, but snuck a glance over her shoulder at her little friend, who was grinning down the hall at them.

“Well, thanks, then. I’ve been starved for news of these two for weeks now.” She gestured to the brothers on the cover.

Finn grinned. “They’re still the same old arseholes, far as I know.”

“Arseholes who can make some bloody great music.” Rae smiled back, holding the magazine close to her chest, like it was something precious.

“It’s good to see you, Rae,” Finn said. “Hope we’ll see you at the shop soon.”

Her eyes softened at that, and she nodded faintly. “Yeah, hopefully.”

He wanted to ask her why she was there, what was going on, but he had no right, and from the little he knew her, he knew she wouldn’t want him to pry.

He waved again; this time in farewell.

When he got to his nan’s room, he still had a smile lingering on his lips.

“You’re happy about something,” his nan teased, before he even saw her.

He dipped his head, shaking it in denial, but said, “Well, yeah, happy to see you!”

She gave him a knowing look, but didn’t question him, just held her thin arms out for a hug.

anonymous asked:

hey there :) sorry to bother you, i'm asking you this because i saw one of your posts on the jikook tag and i don't know a lot of jikook blogs (and that's why i'm here actually haha), could you recommend me some blogs to follow? ty xx

Hello, dear Anonie! :) You’re not bothering me at all! I don’t know if I’m in a position to recommend anyone, I love every JiKook oriented tumblr! ♥ But here are some of the amazing people I follow over here:

@jikook-love @jikoooktrash @gongjumin @jikookdetails @gayjikookadi @wingstyles

These also make amazing gifs and just… I fall in love with every gifset :D

@caughtinjimin @harunyany :3

Then here’s @tacity who is 1. really awesome 2. can make nice analyses/answer JiKook oriented asks with grace 

And I totally love @bananacookies1 @heyhosam and @inarsics and their fanfics! 11/10 would recommend :) (**also heyhosam’s posts are gold, I could just auto-reblog most of them :D Right kind of things for my heart.)

And a real ace in casually stating some facts + explaining things that non-Korean speakers missed is satellite-jeon :)

(And if you like JiKook crack and wannabe analyses and ranting about them, well, you can always follow me :D *shameless promotion* *ok, actually, I feel the shame* *just saying*)

PS: I’m sorry if this is really random for some of you to see to be tagged here, I just wanted to share your amazing blogs with the Anon and the world! I hope you don’t mind… *I feel kinda stalkerish and weird :D*
PPS: I probably forgot a lot. Soon as I’ll remember someone, I will update this!

Originally posted by itschiminie

To All My Mutuals: A Little Appreciation Drabble
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

I gathered the bottom part of my wedding kimono, bolting off to where he was waiting. 

He was the love of my life, and my mother was well aware of our relationship. (She was the one who encouraged me to bolt off in the first place. Gotta love a bad-ass mom, ya’know?)  

Unfortunately, that damned Magistrate had forced this damned wedding ceremony onto us without even asking much less caring about how I felt about the whole thing. 

I swear, I’ll carve his damned rib cage out once my family was out of harm’s way. Once I meet him, though. 

He was left waiting at the altar, looking quite stupid, while some of my relatives looked on with such jealousy it was priceless. 

He casually sauntered in. “Well well….That thing looks like a curtain…I have something better-” 

An aunt just screeched, “HOW DARE YOU-?! JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO JUST WALKING IN AND-?”  

Inuchiyo rolled his eyes…”That’s Lord _______ of _______, idiot. Mind your fucking mouth. Bitch.” 

Oh ho. That caught her off guard. 

Oh well….No one can insult my family…because the real fool was the magistrate after his wife and daughter publicly disgraced, defamed and disowned him. 


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A/N: Just imaging your SLBP bias just sauntering in to hold up the ceremony, being their usual selves. :P 

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Clothing Swap Tag

“Hello everybody, and welcome back to my channel!” Jack claps his hands together in front of him, grinning over at the camera. “As you can see, I am joined by the one and only, Joseph Sugg!”

“Hello,” Joe smiles and waves at the camera, his hands moving to clasp behind his back.

“Now, you may wonder what we’re doing,” Jack continues, “Or not, because the title of this video. But it’s a pretty big tag, and many of you have been asking for it!”

“Although I still don’t see it turning out very well…” Joe mumbles.

“They just want to see you in my stuff, babe.” Jack winks over at him. “Joe and I are doing the clothing swap tag!”

The other man lets out a small groan, his head falling down, “Wasn’t doing this with Caspar torture enough?”

“This is different, because we’re actually dating. Everyone just thought you two were.”

“Can you just finish explaining?”

“Alright,” Jack faces the camera again, “We have each chosen three outfits. Casual, gym, and random choice. Neither of us have seen the others choice, so it’ll be a surprise.”

“And it’ll be a surprise if you fit my clothes.” Joe adds.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“What?!” He stares over at Jack, “NO!”

“Relax, I’m teasing,” The younger man laughs, “It’s kind of obvious we’re different sizes. I’m excited to see you in my stuff though.”

“You’ve seen me in your jumper…”

“That’s just a jumper,” Jack rolls his eyes. “Go put on the first outfit!”

“Alright,” Joe laughs, heading for the guest room.


When he walks out a few minutes later, Jack’s clothes hanging off of his slim frame and a small frown on his lips, his boyfriend starts giggling.

“What?!” Joe snaps, trying to push the sleeves of his shirt up, only for them to fall back down.

“You look adorable.”

“I look like a child,” He rolls his eyes.

“How are my pants staying up?”

“I tied the belt.” That sets Jack off again, and he throws his head back, laughing loudly.

Joe just glares over at him.

“Alright,” Jack giggles, “My turn.”

“Good. Have fun.” Joe smirks, watching Jack head to the next room to change.


And when he appears, it’s Joe’s turn to laugh, because Jack is holding Joe’s jeans in his hands, and the shirt is pulled tight across him, but he’s also got Joe’s shoes on.

“We need to talk about how small your jeans are.”

“I have skinny legs!” Joe protests, his eyes falling along Jack’s body, his laughter slowly fading away. Because there is a lot of Jack on display, and since Joe’s shirt is tight, the muscles on the younger man are made more prominent.

“Yes, you do,” Jack rolls his eyes, “I couldn’t even get a foot into one.”

“Sorry.” Joe replies, not sounding sorry at all, because he knows how much Jack likes his jeans on him.

“Go put your second outfit on.” Jack throws the jeans at him, pushing lightly on Joe’s shoulder.

“Going!”


“These are comfy.” Joe announces as he walks into the room, wearing some of Jack’s gym clothes. “Why don’t you wear these more?”

“Because they’re for the gym, not for everyday.” Jack replies, scanning his boyfriends body. The clothes are still loose, but there’s more skin on display. Like Joe’s collar bone, exposed by the collar of the shirt hanging low on his chest. And Jack loved that part of Joe, because of the delicious sounding noises he could draw from the older man when he sucked along a certain spot.

Clearing his throat, Jack shook his head. “Right, my turn.”

“Yes, it is.” Joe smiles over at him, noticing the look in Jack’s eyes. He glances over his shoulder when Jack walks out of the room, his own eyes watching Jack’s ass as it leaves.


And when the younger man walks back into the room Joe feels his cheeks turn red and his body warm, because Jack isn’t wearing a shirt. Only some tight basketball shorts and shoes.

“Did you choose like all your smallest clothing?” Jack asks, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t even get your shirt on.”

“Oh, no.” Joe shakes his head, looking anywhere but at Jack.

“At least I got your shorts on.”

“Because I chose my loosest fitting ones.”

“Calling me fat again?”

“Stop thinking that.” Joe snaps, his eyes meeting Jack’s, but they fall to the exposed skin again, and he has to drag his stare away. “I’m going to change.”

“You do that,” Jack smirks, catching on to what Joe’s feeling. Mostly because he’s feeling the same way.


“Oh gods,” Jack groans lightly when Joe walks back into the room, hand holding the swimming shorts up, his feet bare along with his torso. Jack knew Joe had been working on getting more in shape, but hadn’t really noticed how much he’d changed until now.

“Really?” Joe asks, “Swim wear? It’s March.”

“Your point?” Jack mutters, his eyes slowly moving down the length of Joe’s body, his body responding immediately.

“Jack!”

“Huh?” He looks back up at Joe, his face warm as his boyfriend smirks at him.

“Time for your last outfit.”

“Right. Outfit.” Jack nods, but it takes him a minute before he finally turns and heads for the guest room.


By time he comes back into the room, Joe has shifted hands that are holding up the clothing, and the shorts are hanging lower on his hips. Jack feels his mouth water at the sight.

“So we had a problem,” He calls out, and Joe glances over his shoulder, eyes widening when he realizes Jack is wearing nothing but his boxers. “I couldn’t get anything on.”

“Oh?” Joe says softly, his eyes falling on the clothes in Jack’s hand, hanging in front of him. Hiding something.

“I didn’t feel like ripping your clothes,” Jack tells him, moving to stand beside him. “Especially since I really like this shirt on you.”

“Thanks,” Jack laughs, but its weak sounding, his mind too distracted.


“I think that’s it for the video,” Jack mumbles, his free hand snaking around to the small of Joe’s back, his fingers dipping under the waist band of the shorts.

“Yeah, I think so.” Joe replies breathlessly, his body shifting towards Jack’s. “End it.”

“End what?” Jack asks, looking at Joe’s rapidly darkening eyes.

“Video.”

“Right.” He shakes his head, facing the camera. “Uhm, that’s it guys. Sorry I wasn’t able to wear more of Joe’s clothes, but I didn’t feel like making him spend money on new clothes.”

“Appreciated.”

“Remember to subscribe to me, and Joe, his links are below. I’ll see you all in the next video!” He rattles off the rest quickly, tossing the clothes onto the ground so he can pull Joe’s body against his, their lips crashing together.

Joe’s own hands move to around Jack’s neck, the shorts falling off of him, but neither care, because they wouldn’t have been on much longer anyways.

{Part One} A Jealous Jinyoung

Anon requested:
can I have a jr scenario where you hang out with the guys more than him (you’re dating) and you get closer to mark he tries to keep his cool but he ends up getting jealous and tells them to stop stealing you? thank you :)

Jinyoung let out a sigh of relief as the dorm door clicked closed behind him. Hearing the familiar sound signalled that he was finally home again, finally at rest. He checked his cell phone as he walked through the hallway towards the living room of the dorm – still no reply from you. It was well past midnight, so you must already be asleep. He unconsciously pouted – missing you. He had been filming his drama all day and hadn’t had a chance to really talk to you. He was extremely tired, but most importantly, he missed you.

“You’re home?” Mark’s voice almost surprised him as Jinyoung walked into the lit living room. Everybody else was already in their own rooms, but Mark was sitting on the couch, playing some game with Coco. The little dog gave a happy yelp at the sight of Jinyoung

Jinyoung gave a tired nod as he took a seat on the couch next to Mark and started petting the little puppy. “Filming finished a little later than expected. Ugh, I’m so exhausted.”

Mark nodded understandingly, and handed Coco to Jinyoung, hoping the cute ball of fur could help him relieve some stress.

Jinyoung gratefully took her onto his lap, the dog frantically waving its tail in glee. “So what’d you do today? Day off and all. So jealous.”

“I saw _____ today.” Mark said casually, not noticing the alertness that exuded from Jinyoung at the mention of your name. “She needed some help shopping for a gift for her friend’s birthday, so I tagged along.”

Jinyoung’s heart sank. Even though he was grateful towards Mark for wanting to help, he couldn’t help feeling the tang of jealousy

That should’ve been me. I should’ve been there to help her.

“Thanks for accompanying her. Did she pick out something?” He felt so weird having to ask about you and hear about you from someone else. He swallowed hard. The feeling hurt him.

“Yeah! It went well. Don’t worry about it, man.” Mark smiled proud – a little too proudly in Jinyoung’s perspective.

“Well, I’m quite tired from today. I’m going to head to bed. You get sleep soon too!” Jinyoung forced a smile as he handed Coco gently back to Mark.

“Night.” Mark didn’t notice a thing as his undivided attention returned to happy little Coco jumping up and down.

As Jinyoung laid in his bed, he couldn’t help but check his phone one last time.

Still no message.

In his drowsy state he barely remembered that he had typed another message and sent it to you.

“I miss you. So much.”

{Part Two} || {Part Three}

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