Here is a thing. An ultra rare shiny pokéP'an. The elusive Smiling Selfie™. It was an accident. I hate my smile. But when I was in the middle of trying to get a picture of my new kitty ears, dad read out the news about the scouts and I got really happy.
Description : It has been eight years, long enough for you to forget about him. But seeing your son everyday, who is almost a duplication of him, always brings back the painful memories of how the only one you had ever loved had died eight years ago. Killed by the police for being a criminal who had broken into a bank and kidnapped a hostage.
A/N : I finally did it! I finished part 5 after three days of sleepless nights! YAy me. *laughs maniacally while clutching to cup of coffee*
“Is she awake yet?,” Jimin asked, his brows pulled together as he pinched his own lips.
It had been an hour since you passed out and you hadn’t showed any signs of recovery yet. Even when the doctor had assured him that you were fine, Jimin refused to leave you alone until you roused from this unconscious state. At this moment, he needed you to stay strong and he needed you to stay strong himself.
“No, Sir. But she will soon, I promise,” replied his doctor. He couldn’t do much, except for giving you an IV and wait until you wake up, but no matter how many times he had told Jimin not to worry, your worried boyfriend would march in every fifteen minutes, asking the same question again.
Jimin ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. “Call me immediately when she’s awake, okay?” When receiving a slight nod from the doctor, he stormed out of the room again.
The moment you collapsed to the ground, Jimin’s heart sunk with you and almost stopped when you wouldn’t wake up. He would have lost his mind if it weren’t for his servants that acted fast and called the doctor while trying to keep Jimin away from the edge of hysteria.
As much as he wanted to stay by your bedside, he had to find your son, as soon as possible. He was determined to find him before you wake up, even if he meant to engage every of his servants.
But… where was that kid? Could he have run off to the street and gotten lost - or just hid somewhere in the house where nobody would find him? But then the cameras would have seen him wandering around.
Jimin shook his head. Screw the cameras.
They couldn’t catch his grandparents’ assassins, then they surely won’t be able to catch a little kid. So there was only one last option left.
Hi! Could I request 1 and 33 with yoongi x reader and like yoongi’s taking a nap or something and reader keeps on bothering him bc she wants attention but he keeps ignoring her and when she starts leaving he like grabs her and cuddles her😂 this sounds really weird, and it doesn’t have to be that!! Tysm:)
Yoongi always sleeps like he’s been knocked cold with a hammer. Usually, you don’t actually disturb him when he’s napping because he can get a little cranky when he’s missing out on his sleep. Besides, you’ve never actually had to, before. Yoongi gives you plenty of attention in his waking hours and you’re a pretty content and non-demanding girlfriend.
But this… this is just getting annoying.
You’re in the movie theatre and yes, this is just one of those rom-coms that he can never relate to or enjoy but still, did he have to burrow down and start snoozing?
Nevertheless, you let him have his nap, staring intently at the movie when you feel it.
A hand, foreign and unfamiliar slipping in through the gap between your seats and lightly groping your waist. You jump badly in fright.
And then you hear a harsh chuckle from behind you and you glance back. It’s a young guy with dirty dark hair and an eyebrow piercing , a crooked smile and stained teeth glinting through the darkness as he leers at you.
Swallowing nervously, you turn back to the front, heart pounding just a little bit. All the pleasure from the movie seeps out and you desperately want to hold your husband’s hand. You give him a little nudge and he grunts but doesn’t move.
Part of you feels very nervous but a part of your really doesn’t want to start any drama . But then, just a few seconds later , you feel it again , the unwelcome touch and this time you poke at Yoongi a bit angrily.
“Yoongi… I’m going to keep poking you till you respond.” you hiss and your voice is just so mortifyingly loud in the silent theatre.
He doesn’t move and it’s obvious that he thinks you’re joking and one of the other movie goers turn around to glare at you . You sink deeper into the seat, feeling decidedly upset. Could Yoongi not guess that you needed his help?
Flushing, you turn back around and poke at Yoongi’s sleeping form. He grunts again and actually turns away and your irritation reaches new .
the third time the hand brushes through the gap, dangerously close to your breast, you don’t even give Yoongi a glance.
“That’s it… I want to leave.” You whisper furiously, jumping to your feet and ready to stalk away when Yoongi’s hand shoots out, gripping your wrist firmly and yanking you back till you land unceremoniously right on his lap. Before you can protest, he’s wrapping both arms around you, lips brushing the curve of your neck and teeth sinking playfully into the skin .
“Such a spit-fire, my baby…. Know how much your fiery temper turns me on?” He growls, voice raspy as he slips a finger up your blouse. You glare at him and clamber off him.
“There’s another guy groping me and I’ve been trying to get your attention..” You say blithely .
And then as though to emphasize your words, the pervert’s hand slips through the gap again and Yoongi notices.
“What the actual fuck..”
Before you can stop him, he’s on his feet, leaning over the seats and grabbing the jerk by the collar, hauling him up and out of his seat in a flash.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, touching my woman, you little shit?!” He growls, so loud that the whole thetre erupts into whispers.
“Oh, my God… Yoongi..” You choke, mortified but your husband isn’t done.
HE cleches his fist, pulls his hand back and punches the man right in the jaw, the idiot sinking to the ground like a bag of rocks while your husband glares down at him prone figure, flexing his houlders.
“Next time , I’ll rip your bloody arms off” He snarls furiously and you’re torn between amusement and disbelief.
“Oh my God…” You whisper again.
Of course , both of you get escorted out and in the end it’s worth it.
“I’m sorry about that baby…I( didn’t know he was bothering you..” Yoongi says remorsefully and you grin.
“It’s okay baby. By the way, I realized something…”
“Your fiery temper turns me on too….”
“Movies are overrated anyway. There’s always Netflix..” He winks.
“And Chill?” You waggle your eyebrows.
“Oh, definitely chill…”
Dearest Anon , I’m shit at writing fluff, so this became a little angsty… I’m sorry. i made it up to you by making Yoongi your husband :-*
i have to revoke that post i made the other day making fun of ppl attracted to mac demarco cuz this gangly dude with messy long hair, a baseball cap, crooked septum piercing, tattered shirt and jeans, and an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth came into my cafe today and I’ve never been more turned on in my life
I want you here next to me at 3:00 in the morning when I can’t sleep. I want to watch the way your chest rises and falls with each breath before pulling you closer to me, breathing in your scent with my head nuzzled in your neck. I want to quietly explore every inch of you, learn how you work, how the pieces of your body fit together with the pieces of your mind and soul, how one person can contain that much strength, dignity, and beauty. I want to wake up next you in the morning, with your adorably messy bed head, crooked piercing, and sleepy eyes, the slightest smile just barely reaching your lips. I want to blend into you, our limbs becoming a tangled mess of lefts and rights until I can’t tell if that’s my foot or yours. I want to have the pleasure of getting to slowly rub circles on your face with my thumb while looking deep into your beautiful caramel eyes, our hot breath mixing in the cool air as I lean in and kiss you. I want to play with your hair for hours, fingers gently entwined with the strands, while we chat about everything that ever mattered and the things that never will, kisses peppered in the silent spaces. I want you, and everything that comes with that, the good and the bad, though with you, how can there be any bad? For I only see beauty, a caring soul, boundless intelligence.
Genre: high school/boarding school au with all the fluffs and agnsts and some smutty chapters later
Warnings: none really except for swearing and mentions of smoking oh and also really shit titles
Summary: Dan really liked it here. Here he could focus on his work and his friendsand keeping a low profile and he could just be. But then Phil Lester comes along and fucks everything up. Phil Lester is the school bad boy. He wears leather jackets and smokes and has tattoos and piercings and has sex in the bathrooms. He’s the exact opposite of little shy Dan Howell with his flower crowns and pastel jumpers.
It’s the first day of school. Ridgewell Private School is in the middle of nowhere, far from Dan’s parents and town.
As he walk threw the front doors of his dormitory and into the office he notices his best friend pj. Pj’s sitting with Chris, his other best friend. They spot Dan and motion for home to come sit down with them. He walks over, sets his stuff down and sits across from pj. They’re waiting to be assigned their dorm rooms so they talk about their summer vacation, what teachers they want to have (or don’t want to have) and school in general. When Dan hears his name called he lifts himself off the chair and walks to the desk where one of his favorite people in the whole world is sitting with a bright smile and and dyed pink hair.
“Hi, Louise” Dan says with a smile.
“Hello Daniel” she says back with a laugh.
“Don’t call me that!” Dan says as he feels a blush rising on his cheeks.
“Oh, stop it. I can call you whatever I please.”
“Anyway, what’s my dorm room” he’s say hastily wanting to change the subject.
“You’ll be in room 405. It’s on the 4th floor so here’s the elevator key.” She exclaims and hands Dan a laniard with 2 keys on it.
One is bronze and worn down from use. The other is fairly new and silver. He takes them and nods as he makes his way back to where Peej and Chris are sitting. He informs them of his room number and then grabs his bags and makes his way to the elevator.
He presses the button for the elevator and waits. The door opens a few moments later and out walks Phil Lester. Phill fucking Lester. With his dyed black hair and electric blue fringe tips. His leather jacket covering his tight black t-shirt that shows of how lean but muscular he is. He has a lighter and box of cigarettes in his hands. His snake bites glisten in the florescent lights of the hallway. He can see a few of his tattoos. They suit him very well. At least the ones he can see from underneath the cuff of his jacket and the ones adorning his Chet and neck springing up from the collar of his shirt. He looks so fucking hot. Like so fucking hot.
Dan just gawks at him. He freezes when Phil brushes past him not really noticing the boy until he stumbles into the elevator. They turn around simultaneously and lock eyes for a second. Dan blushes as Phil looks him up and down then smirks. Dan wants the walls of the elevator to swallow him whole, because Phil fucking goddammit Lester smirked at him. And fuck it was hot.
When he gets to his room it’s unlocked. Probably because his roommate has already got there. He pushes the door open and expects to see some kid unpacking his stuff, but the room is empty except for a suitcase on one of the beds. It’s decorated with a blue and green plaid duvet and little lion plushies. A Buffy poster is hanging half assed on the wall.
Dan wonders for a second who is roommate might be then decides it’s not that important seeing as he’ll just ignore them whoever they are and hang with Chris and Peej. He begins to unpack. Firstly grabbing the bag he knows has his bedding in it. He pulls out his black and grey plaid duvet and notices that it matches the one sprawled on the other bed. He laughs to myself as he pulls out his aqua colored sheets. He quickly makes his bed not forgetting to put his Haru body pillow on the right side.
He turns to grab his suitcase with his clothes in it and his flower crown swings off his head. At the same time the door swings open and Dan can hear whistling and the loud smack of bubble gum. He looks up to see a structured face. His cheekbones quite high and prominent on his face. His jawline very defined with a tiny hint of stubble on it. His nose is slightly crooked and a nose piercing hangs from his left nostril.The most beautiful part is the boys eyes. Clear blue with thin stripes of green that match the duvet run out from his pupils. Little specks of yellowish gold litter the iris. It looks as if you could swim in them. The black hair on the boys head slightly covers one of his eyes and he notices it dyed a familiar blue. Dan is mesmerized but is quickly snapped back to reality by the smack of gum and the low gravelly “Hey” that leaves the boys perfect mouth pierced by two metal rings on either side of his bottom lip. Dan recognizes the voice and the hair and the eyes and takes a step back to see Phil Lester in all his glory.
“Hey,” he says again a little louder this time.
“H-hi” Dan manages to squeak out.
Phil chuckles a little and moves past Dans almost frozen form. He picks up Dans flower crown and hands it to him.
“Th-thanks” Dan splutters out. Phil turns to his bed and plops down on it reaching for the phone in his back pocket.
Dan turns and continues unpacking as nonchalantly as possible. He can feel Phil’s eyes on him as he bends over to get his clothes out of his suitcase. Heat rising in his cheeks and spreading across his body.
“So, Flowerboy…” Are the first words Phil utters to Dan the rest of the day. “…like what you see.”
Dan is surprised by the comment and turns around still blushing from earlier.
“U-uh uhm, what?” He stutters and mentally curses himself for letting Phil have this affect on him.
“I said, ‘do you like what you see?’” Phil repeated. He got up and walked over to where Dan was standing beside the wardrobe. He continued to back Dan up until his back was flush against the wall and Phil was looming over him staring hungrily.
Dan nodded frantically as Phil ghosted his hand over the boys thigh. Dan whimpered and Phil backed all the way up until he hit the wall opposite Dan, leaning like he owned the whole building. He looked Dan up and down and laughed once before getting up and blowing Dan a kiss then walking out the door leaving Dan to ponder what the fuck just happened.
Later when he’s hanging with Peej waiting for the orientation to start he tells him all about what happened.
Peej stares at him, a look of nervousness and pity washing over his face as Dan continues with the story. Peej lost his virginity to Phil Lester in year 10. It tore him up real bad because after, Phil pretty much pretended like it hadn’t happened. He’s mostly over it now but Dan knows he doesn’t want that to happen to him. Pj has always been very protective over his friends.
When Dan finished telling him all about it Peej looked more angry and concerned than pitiful.
“This is bad Dan really really bad. You need to stay away from him. He’ll chew you up and spit you out then walk over you like a paper bag blowing in the wind.”
“Damn Peej calm down. I know that and I will stay as far away from him as possible.”
“Ugh, ok I promise.” Dan held out his hand for Pj and he took it shaking wearily.
Chris had come to sit down with them and orientation started as usual. The administration saying how wonderful it was for everyone to be back and introduced some new teachers and staff. Then he got on to the bit about expectations and rules and dress code. Unlike most boarding school, Ridgewell didn’t require a uniform. Dan loved that bit because he was free to wear his pastel jumpers and skinny jeans and his little flower crowns.
Everything was going quite smoothly. They split off into groups and wandered the campus with a guide telling them about all the great opportunities and clubs and things they had to offer. Dan hadn’t noticed he was in the same group with Phil until they reached they science hall and Phil brushed past him. Phil cupped dans ass and squeezed ever so lightly making a small gasp escape from Dans mouth without his permission. He saw Phil smirk as he moved forward to get to one of his friends. Pj burned a death glare into the back of Phil’s head. He was absolutely fuming and Dan could see that. His fists were not balled up and he was moving tensely.
“Hey Peej calm down ok. It’s fine I won’t let him do that again”
“No it’s not Dan. He can’t do to you what he did to me. I won’t let that happen.”
“What are you all going on about?” Chris said hesitantly looking over to Dan
“I’ll tell you later” Dan said a little reluctance in his voice.
When orientation was finished everyone went back to there respective dormitory. Dan stayed with Peej and Chris for a while since they were assigned the same room. They ordered a pizza from the campus call box and talked about school and everything. They played a quick few games of Mario kart before it was time for roll call.
Dan returned back to his room to find Phil lying on his bed on his phone with a big evil grin on his face. Dan scurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He took a quick shower and got dressed for bed. He was wearing a mint green shirt with a large Eiffel Tower printed on it in black. He wore just his regular pastel boxer briefs and laid out his clothes for the next day. He walked out of the bathroom and Phil looked exactly the same as he had left him minus the maniacal grin. His jacket was laying on the edge of his bed and now Dan could see his various tattoos. A galaxy crawled up his chest and neck. A graphically drawn lion adorned his biceps and a dragon crawled up his wrist. He had loads and loads of tattoos but those were the ones that stuck out to Dan. Dan cursed himself when he realized he had stopped in his tracks just to stare at Phil.
When he looked away it was already too late. Phil had noticed and he was smirking again. That fucking smirk that made him look like a hungry hyena searching for his pray.
Phil stood up and pulled his shirt and jeans off and walked into the bathroom in just his boxers leaving his clothes on the floor. As he walked past Dan to the bathroom Dan turned to look. He could see all of his tattoos now. He had two diamonds placed on his pelvic bones and another dragon sprawled on his back creeping up to meet the nape of his neck. He had tiny stars and dots littered across his arm in different shades of purple and blue and black. They surrounded other tattoos to form a very spaced out looking sleeve down Phil’s arm. A few different roses in different colors and patterns adorned his neck and chest. Though all of them were different they all seemed to work very nicely together.
When Dan realized what he was doing it was too late (again). Phil was grinning as he said “wanna join me?” In a low smooth tone. Dan tore his eyes away from Phil’s body to look at his face. Dan’s eyes widened and he managed to squeeze out a small ‘no’ before turning to crawl into his bed. Phil continued into the bathroom. Dan heard the water turn on and he slowly but surely fell into a restless sleep before Phil got out.