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BTS reaction: their s/o asking them to choke them or tie them up during sex.

Anon requested: 

Hello! If you have time, can you do “BTS react to their s/o asking them to choke them or to tie them up during sex”? Thanks!!

A/N - NSFW!! (obviously). Also, I need some holy water after writing this. 


Jin:

Originally posted by fawnave

You were sitting on Jin’s bed almost fully naked, as he was taking his own clothes off, when you decided to ask him the question that you’ve wanted to ask him for a really long time.

“Daddy?” You asked while watching him take off his T-shirt.

“Yes princess?” He asked, pausing. 

“I know we’ve never done this before but, can you tie me up tonight?” 

Jin didn’t know how to react at first.

“Are you sure you want that princess?” He asked with a kind of concerned look on his face.

You nodded and his concerned expression was replaced with a smirk as he took off the rest of his clothes.

“Your wish is my command!”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by scartic

The two of you were about to reach your climaxes as Yoongi was thrusting into you from behind when you half-shouted:

“Daddy! P-PLEASE C-CHOKE ME!”

Suga smirked at that getting even more turned on. He gripped your chin with his hand and made you look at him. 

“What did you just say? Can you please repeat that princess? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Omg I’m so close!” you moaned before repeating your request. “I WANT YOU TO C-C-CHOKE ME! P-PLEASE!” 

Yoongi let out a low chuckle before wrapping his hands around your neck and sqeezing, not too hard, but just enough to satisfy you.


Jhope:

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Hobi’s head was between your legs as he was eating you out - his tongue sliding up and down your slit while his thumb was massaging your clit. You were moaning his name out in pleasure, but you wanted something more. 

“H-Hobi?” You managed to whisper in between moans.

“Yes love?” He asked and pulled away so he can look at you, his lips covered in your juices.

“C-can you please…tie me up?” You asked shyly.

Hoseok smirked at your request and looked at you. 

“I would love to do that,” he said with a devilish look on his face. “But only if you ask properly.”

“Pease Daddy! Please, tie me up to the bed and fuck me senseless!” 

“With pleasure.” he said before leaning in and kissing you, a little too roughly. 


Namjoon:

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

You were riding Namjoon, raising and lowering your hips and slowly increasing your pace. That’s when out of nowhere you moaned out:

“C-choke me!”

Namjoon smirked and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“What was that?”

“CHOKE ME!”, you repeated louder this time. 

“Am I going crazy? Or did my pretty little slut just asked her Daddy to choke her?”

“YES, DADDY! PLEASE CHOKE ME!” 

“As you wish…” He smiled and started choking you, just hard enough for your eyes to start filling up with tears. 


Jimin:

Originally posted by btsneeds

When Jimin walked in and saw you laying on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his ties he immediately attacked your lips with his pressing you to the bed. He pulled away just so he can pull of his shirt and unbuckle his belt. 

“What’s the tie for?” Jimin asked, looking at you.

“Well, I actually wanted you to tie me up with it…” You answered quietly. 

“Ah!” He said smirking, “I knew it had a purpose!”  

The two of you chuckled and he tied your wrists together behind your back and left a hickey on your neck before pulling away.


Taehyung:

Originally posted by missbaptan

You were riding Taehyung’s thigh, his hands sneaking around to squeeze your breasts as he was enjoying it just as much as you were. You were close to reaching your climax. 

“OH MY GOSH! TAE PLEASE CHOKE ME!” You moaned surprising yourself.

He gripped your chin and you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“Are you sure about that?” He whispered in your ear in his deep voice. “Because, once I start being rough with you I won’t be able to stop…”

“Yes, please!” You moaned quietly.

“Okay then…” He answered, nibbling on your earlobe slightly, before fulfilling your wish.


Jungkook:

Originally posted by namujune

You were making out on his bed, your make out session slowly getting more and more intense. At some point the two of you were completely naked, you straddling his lap while he watched you, devouring you with his eyes.

“I want to try something new tonight…” You whispered in his ear.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it princess?” 

“I want you to tie me up and fuck me harder than you’ve ever had…” You said in the most seductive voice you could manage. 

Jungkook gave you an uncertain look. 

“It’s okay Jungkook…Show me exactly how rough you can be…”

“Will do, princess…” he smirked.


REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 

One more (Pt.1)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, harassment, cheating 

Pt.2 // pt.3 // Pt.4 // pt.5 // Pt.6

Originally posted by berry852

With shaking hands, you grasped the shot glass being handed to you by your loving boyfriend. Neither of you drank around the other and you were conscious not to ever end up in this situation but they were celebrating another amazing album of theirs and you couldn’t bear to disappoint him by ruining the mood. Mistake number one, you should have just said no. Instead, two seconds later you felt the warm drink already sliding down your throat with a heap of regret. You flash him a smile.

“I’m so proud of you, babe.”

Yoongi takes down his own drink before giving you a peck on the cheek.

“It’s not just me. It was all of us…but I’m not saying you don’t have to reward me.” He says with a smirk and a laugh.

“Oh really? What would you like a reward? You better make it a good one. There isn’t always a chance for when I’m the one owing you.”

Your tease was met with a new full glass of what you had thought tasted of cheap vodka. It was weird this was ever offered since the boys never really enjoyed hard liquor. Maybe fate was just trying to be a pain in the ass again and ruin the streak you had going for yourself.

“Hmm…how about you come by my studio tomorrow morning? I can make my demands then if you come to see me.”

You titled your head.

“What for?”

He shrugged, enjoying your interest. “Guess you’ll have to come to find out.”

You took the bottle of alcohol for yourself, starting to pour your own glasses.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You smiled.

As the night progressed you felt yourself being effected by the drinks you had downed but you tried to control the impulse to keep drinking ahead of everyone. Finally it seemed like the end of the party and the other members and company employees started to clear out. Yoongi walked with you down to the street, waiting for you to get into the cab.

“Should I just ride home with you?” He offered.

You shook your head, refusing.

“I’m fineee, babe. I’ll see you in the morning, remember? Stop worrying.”

Yoongi sighed and leaned into the cab.

“Please make sure she’s safe. I think she drank too much.”

When he turned to you, he gave you a kiss goodnight and shut the door to the cab, watching it drive off. It’s not like he had to worry all the time about you but something was off about you and he could tell. You seemed nervous around him and he couldn’t place it. He just hoped everything would be fine tomorrow. As the cab driver started your ride he asked where you needed to go and instead of heading home your mind was too set on what you had already started before. You asked the man to take you to one of the bars downtown, that way there was no way Yoongi was going to find out. That was mistake number two.

You handed the nice driver the money Yoongi had given you for the ride and stumbled out of the taxi, almost falling onto the pavement. A man’s hand had caught your arm and you felt him helping you stand up.

“Careful these sidewalks are kinda tricky.” He joked.

You were too focused on the goal of getting more drinks you didn’t even look up at the guy, pulling your arm away.

“Yeah, whatever…” You groaned, walking off to the bar in sight.

The man wasn’t giving up, following behind you. If you weren’t already tipsy then you would have more worried considering the side of town you were on and it being already 1 a.m.. Persistent guys were also not what you needed when you were already intoxicated.

“Hey, come on. I was just helping you out. You could buy me a drink for a thank you?”

You stopped, turning back to face him.

“Thanks but no thanks.”

He took a step closer, putting his arms on your hips. You tried to push him back but to no avail you just stood there, looking up at him.

“You should be grateful and quit acting like a bitch. A girl dressed the way you are isn’t down here all alone to stay alone.”

“Get off of me!” You yelled, causing a scene.

When you closed your eyes you heard a small grunt and felt the man’s hands slip off of you. You heard the skin on skin contact and opened your eyes to see a very pissed Namjoon. The man who just had his hands all over you was the same man that was now laying on the concrete in pain. You wished you could have just run off in that moment but Namjoon grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell are you doing out here, Y/N?”

You frowned despite being happy to see him.

“Nothing…I’m a grown adult. I can be out here if I want to..”

“You say that like I didn’t just save your ass from some creep!”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself.”

Namjoon laughed out of frustration. “Are you kidding me? Let me just take you home-“

You whined, leaning on him.

“But I want a drink…..” You brought one of your fingers to your lips.

“You can’t tell Yoongi though~ He’s so protective.”

Namjoon sighed, not planning on having to deal with this.

“You drank enough at the party. I’m taking you home.”

You squirmed in his grasp but still dragged your feet along with him as you both headed to his car. 

“Joooonniieeee I want more~!”

He sat you down in the passenger seat, putting the seat belt on for you seeing as though you weren’t going to do it yourself. 

“God, Yoongi’s gonna be pissed about this.” 

Your eyes widened and you pushed your finger up to his mouth clumsily.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh. You can’t tell him!”

Namjoon gave you one of his famous glares and pushed your arm back int he car as he shut your door. He came back around and sat down next to you, driving you back to their dormitory since you couldn’t be trusted alone. The drive was mostly quiet besides your drunk rambling that came at random. You had your head leaned against the glass, watching the streetlights pass by in the window. 

“You know…I kinda have a problem, Joonie? Once it starts I can’t stop.” You said in a oddly happy tone. Probably just the alcohol speaking for you once more. Namjoon checked on you with a glance but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’m an a.l.k.o.h.o.l.i.c.k.~”

“One, that’s not how it spelled. Two, If that was true we’d know about it. Yoongi would have never let you drink in the first place.”

You shrugged, giggling. “People hide things. You should know that by now. Do the other members know you cheated on your girlfriend? Nah, they love her too. If they found out then they wouldn’t even be speaking to you.”

“How did you-”

“I saw you in one of the waiting rooms when I was looking for Yoongi.”

Namjoon clenched his nails into the steering wheel but knew you didn’t mean the things you were muttering out of your drunk mouth. Why did he do to deserve being stuck with this? 

“I didn’t tell anyone even though I thought I was gonna go crazy holding it in.” Suddenly, your expression had changed and you started to look more sad. 

“What, are you blaming me for you downing alcohol? Y/N if you have a problem then it was already there. I didn’t start it.”

“I knoowwwwwww. Stop getting so touchy…I’m just saying I was starting to get clean before that. I almost did it. Why am I so pathetic, huh?”

He stayed quiet, knowing you’d break out in tears any second now. 

“We can talk to the others and help you out. You shouldn’t have been going through this alone in the first place. Y/N we care about you-”

As he turned his head he found you passed out on the seat. It was going to be a long night for him and a long talk for him and your boyfriend. Getting home was a lot calmer when you were sleeping but he had to carry you inside, setting you down on the couch. Yoongi flipped the light on in the hallway.

“I know you had to go meet some of the company guys downtown but you were out for forever. Look, I need you to help me Y/N hasn’t answered me back and-”

He walked over to see your passed out body on their living room couch.

“Why is she here?” he asked.

Namjoon exhaled, already exhausted.

“I found her drunk downtown. Yoongi she has a problem. She told me on the way here that she’s an alcoholic and she was trying to get clean. My guess is she was probably down there trying to hit her limit for the night.”

Yoongi give the younger one a confused look, not knowing what to say. First came self-blaming, second was trying to rationalize it, and third was coming to terms with just wanting to help you. 

“You can go ahead to bed. I’ll watch her..” He said quietly, still in shock.

Namjoon gave a nod before heading off to his own room, trying to forget this whole thing. Yoongi sat down on the floor next to the couch, holding your hand.

“If I would have known I wouldn’t have-…..If you just would have told me-…..Fuck. Why can’t you just tell me when you’re in trouble like this?”

He knew he wouldn’t get a reply in your drunken state but he had so much to ask as he looked down at your tired face. Why didn’t he notice before when he saw the amount of liquor in your cabinets or why you insisted on being fine after having all of those hangovers. Blaming himself would get him nowhere so he planned to wait it out until the morning, staying by your side the entire night. When you woke up in the morning you sat up instantly when you noticed being at the boy’s dorm, waking up Yoongi from his sleep. 

That was mistake number three. 

Talk Norwegian to Me-Chris Schistad Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some sensuality

A/N: I just finished the first season of Skam and I love it. Vilde is the most adorable thing ever! Anyway, if you like this imagine, don’t hesitate to request more Skam imagines!

Mitt navn er= My name is

Hva heter du= What is your name?

Gratulerer, du vet noe norsk= Congratulations, you know some Norwegian

Takk skal du ha= Thank you

Og så kom hun opp til ham og slo ham= And then she slapped him

Foran alle= In front of everyone

Vel, han burde ikke ha hatt sex med henne og henne= Well, he shouldn’t have had sex with her or her…

Du ser veldig bra ut, Chris= You look very good, Chris

Nå vet jeg at du er full= Now I know you’re drunk



Originally posted by xnzlcma

    As I sat outside the headmaster’s office, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the possibilities as to why I was sitting there. In my entire academic career, I had never been in trouble, not once. Back in America, I had perfect attendance, straight As, and I had an active social life thanks to volleyball and theater. I had only been attending Hartvig Nissen for about a month now and the only thing I had done was join Eva, Vilde, Noora, and Sana’s Russ Bus and that only got me into a tiny amount of trouble. 

    My heart stopped beating for a second.

    Maybe that’s why I was here. The headmaster found out I had been drinking and dancing at The Penetrators’ party. 

    Was that going to get me expelled?
    “What are you doing here, Yankee?” Chris teased as he slid into the seat next to me.

     Ever since I transferred to Hartvig Nissen, it seemed as though Chris Schistad’s mission in life was to annoy me to death. He was always teasing me about how American I was and made sure to comment every time I would pass him with my friends. He was like an annoying toddler combined with a douchebag and I had no idea why so many girls liked him.

      “Not that it’s any of your business, but the headmaster asked to see me before classes start. Why are you here? Did someone finally catch you smoking on school property?” I shot back.

      Chris smirked that crow eating grin that got under my skin. “I don’t know, could be for anything really.” 

     I felt Chris’ beady eyes roam over my body and hugged my thick gray Burberry sweater tighter around my waist. “Stop staring at me like that.”

    “Can’t help it, you look hot in that sweater. Makes me wonder if you look this good with it on—”

    “Stop it,” I hissed.

    “…how good you would look with it off?”

    Before I could respond, the headmaster stepped out of his office. “Good morning, Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Schistad.”

    I stood immediately and shook the older man’s hand. “Good morning, Headmaster.”

   “Morgen,” Chris said.

   We followed the headmaster into his office and sat down in the two seats in front of his desk. Then, the headmaster sat down and leaned forward on his desk.

    “Y/N, you have shown great academic performance even though you just came here from America,” he said in a thick Norwegian accent. 

    “Thank you, Headmaster,” I said with a smile.

    “However, I think it would be much better for you to be in classes with the other Norwegian students here.”

     I blinked. “But, all of those classes are taught in Norwegian, besides foreign language classes.”

    “Which is why I’ve asked Mr. Schistad here as well. He is one of the only students who is nearly as proficient in English as he is in Norwegian.”

    It felt like the ground had fallen out from underneath me. Chris Schistad was going to tutor me. Had I fallen into some sort of Twilight Zone? I was doing just fine with the mini translator device I brought to classes and the girls in my bus helped me in the classes that we had together.

    “Noora also knows good English, headmaster, couldn’t she help me?”

    “While that is true, she does not have as extensive of a record as Mr. Schistad.” The headmaster cast a glance in Chris’ direction and all he could do was smirk in return. “You will practice every day after school but when and where are entirely up to you two. Any questions?”

    I shook my head, grabbed my bag, and wandered out of the office. How was this happening to me?
   “Well, it looks like we’ll be spending more time together, Yankee.”

    “My name is Y/N,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m free at five o’clock, or, seventeen o’clock your time. We’ll meet at a cafe or something.”

    “Can’t at five, I have plans.” Chris smiled suggestively and I nearly gagged.

    “Cancel your booty call, this is more important. You better not make me sound like an idiot.”
    “Never,” Chris said. “I’ll text you.”

    I nodded and hurried off to my first class. Unfortunately, the news of having Chris Schistad, the school f–kboy as my Norwegian tutor threw me for such a loop that I couldn’t really pay attention to European History, and it was one of my favorite classes. I shouldn’t let anyone, let alone Chris Schistad, stand in the way of my academic career, but I couldn’t seem to get him out of my head.


    “What?” Noora, Sana, Eva, Vilde, and Chris exclaimed.

   We were sitting in the cafe for lunch and I had just told them the news. They all had the same look of shock on their faces and I nodded.

   “Why couldn’t one of us teach you?” Noor asked.

   “Because the headmaster wants to help Chris be a better person I guess,” I said, picking at the sandwich on my plate.

   “I could teach you,” Chris said slowly.

   “You barely speak Norwegian, Chris, and most of the English you know is from music,” Eva teased.

    Chris rolled her eyes and took a big bite out of her croissant and muttered something in Norwegian.

    “But, this meeting won’t interfere with the Russ bus, right?” Vilde asked nervously.

    I shrugged. “I’m supposed to meet him today at five so I have no idea.” 

   Vilde sighed and burst into some anxious Norwegian before being hushed by Sana ad Noora. 

   “What did she say?”

   Noora shook her head. “Nothing, she’s just freaking out about the bus.” Noora leaned forward. “Anyway, having Chris as a tutor might not be that bad.”
   “Might not be that bad? He tricked me into drinking a bottle of pickle juice after I already had several shots of vodka at the party last Friday.”

   Chris burst out laughing while everyone else tried to hold in their laughs.

   “He was only messing with you,” Eva said.

    “In America, that’s borderline bullying,” I argued. “He’s making me lose my appetite.”

   I set the plate at my feet and groaned. The worst part was I was really looking forward to lunch that day. 

   “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of Norwegian in no time,” Noora said.

   “Now that’s a load of bs if I ever heard it.”

   The other girls burst into laughter and we started talking about something else. However, I couldn’t help but dread working with Chris later that day. I hoped that something would happen between my journey to school and the cafe we were supposed to meet at that would delay this process. Unfortunately, everything went smoothly and before I knew it, I was sitting in a booth in a cafe, hot chocolate set in front of me, scanning over the Norwegian language books I had gotten from the library.

    “Look at you, such a diligent student.” Chris slid into the seat across from me and I glanced up at him.

   “We both have to do our parts,” I muttered. “So, what is the first lesson?”

   “We’ll just go over the basics. Repeat after me, Mitt navn er.”

    It rolled perfectly off his tongue but seemed to get all jumbled up in my own.

   “Try again, Yankee.”

    “Mish nav er?”

    Chris burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, it’s just, I’ve never heard someone sound so bad at Norwegian before.”
   “If I do, it’s because I have a bad teacher.”

   Chris arched an eyebrow. “Look who has claws. Fine, let’s sound it out: Meet.”

    “Meet.”

    “Nav.”

     “Nav.”

    “Er.”

    “Er.”

    “Now, just put it together,” Chris said.

    “Mitt navn er.”

    “Perfect.”

    “What does it mean?”

   “My name is. Hva heter du?” 

    “Mitt navn er Y/N.”

    “You sound almost native.”
    “Bull.”

    “You caught me.”

     I couldn’t help myself but laugh before sipping some hot chocolate.

    “Am I going crazy or did I just make you laugh?”

    “It was a cough.” Chris kept giving me that knowing look that unnerved me and I averted my attention to the books. “Shouldn’t we be going over tenses and irregulars?”
    “We will not be using books as long as I am your tutor. You just need to practice with me, it is the best way to learn.”
    “But, that’s how I learned Spanish back in America.”

    “Really, say something in Spanish right now.”

    I hesitated before saying, “Gracias….para ayudame, uh, apprender su lenguaje.”

    “It took you awhile didn’t it? That’s the problem with Americans: you worry more about learning grammar than the actual language. Don’t worry about it so much.”

    As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I would have to loosen up if I was ever going to learn Norwegian and end these lessons. Chris taught me a few more basic phrases before we decided to call it a night. 

   “Your homework will be to work these phrases into every day conversation,” Chris said.

    “Fine, Mr. Schistad,” I said.

    I began packing up my books when Chris stopped me, “We’re having another party Saturday. You should come, practice more.”
    “I’ll think about it.”

     The lessons for the next few months seemed to go the same as that: Chris would teach me phrases and make me practice them. I got homework every day but I practiced as much as I could. Eva, Noora, Vilde, Sana, and Chris noticed that I was getting slightly better after a while.

    “Gratulerer, du vet noe norsk,” Sana praised.

    “Takk skal du ha,” I replied. 

    “Chris is not a bad tutor,” Eva noted.

    We were sitting in the cafe for our Russ meeting and the conversation quickly switched from the budget to my Norwegian lessons.

    “No, it’s kind of weird how good he is.”

    “Do you get a prize when you are good student?” Chris teased.

    I rolled my eyes. “No.”

    “He is being nicer to you, Y/N,” Noora said. “And I see him staring at you when you aren’t looking.”

     I shook my head. Noora couldn’t possibly mean that Chris liked me, could she? I was only a first year, an international first year at that. Wouldn’t Chris prefer a girl in his own year, from his own country?

    “He’s probably looking at something else,” I said.

    “Please, he undresses you with his eyes every chance he gets,” Sana blurted. 

    “No, it’s sweeter than that, Sana. He likes you, Y/N, really likes you,” Vilde said.

    “Stop lying. He’s just being nicer to me because we hang out more and he probably isn’t looking at me the way you all are thinking.”

   “Whatever you say, Y/N,” Eva sang.

   I rolled my eyes again as my friends dissolved into laughter. They were crazy for thinking Chris liked me. If anything, we had become friendly associates who occasionally partied together. However, I had noticed that he wasn’t hooking up with girls at parties like he used to, but maybe he was sick of being with the same kind of girls at parties.

    An hour after the meeting, Chris and I were sitting in his room, talking solely in Norwegian.

    “Og så kom hun opp til ham og slo ham!” Chris exclaimed.

    “Foran alle?”
    “Ja!”

    I burst out laughing at Chris’ story and shook my head. “Vel, han burde ikke ha hatt sex med henne og henne, um, henne.”

    Chris leaned towards me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Relax, Y/N, don’t sweat it, it’s just me.”

     “Henne…oh forget it!” I folded my arms across my shoulders. “Two months of tutoring every day and I forget the simplest term in Norwegian. There’s no way I’m gonna pass that proficiency test.”

     I buried my face in my hands and sighed. The bed shifted underneath me and I heard some rustling around.

    “You’re doing so well for someone who came into this country not knowing any Norwegian. And you’re the smartest girl I know so some stupid proficiency test isn’t going to hold you back,” Chris said.

    When I looked up, he had a bottle of vodka in his hand. “Thanks, Chris, but what is that for?”

    “To help you relax.”

    My eyes widened. “No, we shouldn’t.”

    “It’s fine, it’s legal here. The more relaxed you are, the better you’ll be.”

    He did have a good point, but how wrong was it for me to be drinking with a known player in his room when his parents weren’t home? Wasn’t it a bit dangerous and crazy? On the other hand, if I did drink, it was solely for the purpose of getting better at practicing Norwegian.

    “This is just for practice,” I said.

    “Of course.” Chris handed me the bottle and I took a swig, wincing a little at the burning sensation and bitter taste. “Why do you people like vodka so much?”

    “No idea,” he said as he took a swig.

     I quickly lost count of how much I had to drink. The room looked a little hazy and everything Chris said seemed to make me laugh. Plus, he suddenly looked really good with his playful dark eyes, chiseled jaw, and fantastic brown hair. 

    “Du ser veldig bra ut, Chris,” I chuckled out.

    “Nå vet jeg at du er full,” Chris said with a laugh.

    “No, I mean it, you’re actually really attractive when you’re not trying to hook up with girls or tease me,” I said.

    “Thanks, Y/N.” 

    The bad thing about my being inebriated is that I said anything and everything that was on my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about how all my friends thought Chris had a thing for me. 

    “You wanna hear something funny?”

    “Sure.”

    “Noora, Eva, Sana, Vilde, and Girl Chris think you like me because you look at me a lot. Are they right?”

    Chris stopped smiling and looked serious for a second. “I thought you were the prettiest girl in school when I first saw you. I just teased you because you aren’t like all the other girls. You’re serious and you don’t take anything from anyone. Plus, you’re the smartest girl I know. I’m actually glad that headmaster put us together.”

    “But do you like me?”

    “Do you like me?”
    I paused for a moment. “I mean, I’ve thought you were a jerk since we first met, but, now I know you’re actually kind of nice and still every bit as cool as everyone thinks you are. And you’re smarter than you let on.” I smiled. “Plus, you are super hot, I just didn’t like you because you tease me all the time.”

   “And now?”

   “Now, I like you.”

   Chris smirked for a moment. “Are you ready for a new phrase, Y/N?”

   “Always.”

   “Kyss meg.”

   “Kyss meg.”

   A second later, Chris’ lips were on mine and i didn’t know whether it was the vodka or not, but he was really good at it. Almost immediately after, I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He pulled me into his lap and we quickly began making out. Soon enough, I was lying ontop of him, but our tongues were involved now. Usually, I avoided tongue kisses because it was always so sloppy and slobbery. But with Chris, it didn’t feel that way at all, it was smooth and nice.

  All I can say is that the next morning, I woke up with a headache and in Chris’ bed. I jerked up in the bed and almost immediately regretted it since it just made my head hurt worse.

   “Ow,” I said.

   “Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.” Chris walked into the room and handed me a cup of coffee.

    “Did we, you know—-”

    “No, we didn’t, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that ever.”

    His words sounded sincere and I nodded.

   “I’m so sorry about last night. Must’ve been the vodka.”

   “Really, because it seemed like you actually liked me.”

    “Alcohol does that to you.” I took a long swig of the coffee, praying that it would dull my headache. 

    Fortunately, my dad was in Paris for a business trip and my mom had gone to Geneva to visit one of my cousins. I could only imagine what they would’ve thought if I hadn’t come home today. Plus, I couldn’t believe that I had drunkenly made out with Chris. 

    “Do you remember anything else from last night?” Chris asked, looking dejected.

   “Kind of, you said that Noora and the other girls were right about you liking me, but you were pretty drunk too.”

   “What is that saying: a drunken mouth speaks sober thoughts?”

    “Something like that.” I crawled out of his bed and continued sipping coffee. “I should probably go.”

    Chris nodded and I began gathering my things. It was awful how awkward it was and I could only hope that it wouldn’t interfere with our future lessons. Before I could leave, Chris grabbed my arm and I turned to him. “I meant everything I said last night, Y/N, drunken or not and if you need me to repeat myself, I will: Y/N, I thought you were the most beautiful girl when I first saw you and I think you’re one of the smartest, cleverest, and kindest person I’ve ever met. You’re also way out of my league but you can’t blame me for trying, so yeah, I like you a lot.”

    “That’s so sweet, Chris, I…I don’t know what to say.”

    “Say if you like me back. Tell me the truth.”

    “What can I say? We’ve gotten close over the past couple months and I suppose I like you in some way.”

    Chris shook his head. “No, we both know this goes deeper than that.”

   “Chris—”

   “I’ll see you Monday.”

   As I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel dejected. On one hand, I had one of the most desired guys at school liking me and on the other hand, I had no idea if I liked him. For three months, I have detested him and thanks to some alcohol, I made out with him and told him I liked him. This was all much too confusing and it was making my headache worse the more I thought about it. However, I couldn’t help but wonder if that saying “Drunken mouths speak sober truths” had any truth to it. 

chronicopheliac  asked:

Fluff meme: "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you." <3

Some season one hannigram, just for you!


“I’m sorry. This is just-” Will pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes until he saw stars. “I don’t even know why I called you.”

The dogs milled around Hannibal’s feet, sniffing at his pockets. He must have brought them treats at some point, Will thought. He could already see their fur sticking to the fine wool of Hannibal’s trousers.

Somehow it felt stranger having Hannibal in his house with him than knowing he’d been there alone. He looked so out of place amongst Will’s soft, worn furniture. His suit a little too crisp, hair a little too gelled into place.

It might be nice to run his hands over him, make him a little dishelved, Will’s traitorous mind thought. He swallowed hard and watched Hannibal scratch Winston’s head.

“You called because you were concerned, and, ostensibly, you trusted me enough to share your concern with me,” Hannibal said. “Tell me again about the noise you heard.”

Will dropped onto the foot of the bed. The mattress sunk as Hannibal joined him.

“It was like something was pawing at my door, but when I went outside nothing was there. And the dogs didn’t- I don’t know, the just laid there, like they didn’t hear it.”

“Are you certain it wasn’t a dream?”

“No, I didn’t even get to fall asleep before I heard it. Am I- do you think I’m going crazy?”

“Crazy is relative. One might, for example, find living with seven dogs to be crazy. For another it might merely be a facet of their daily life.”

Will arched a brow at Hannibal. “Did you drive all the way out here to insult me?”

Hannibal smiled. “No. I came here because I thought you might find some comfort in having someone to keep you company. You sounded panicked on the phone. And to answer your previous question, no. I don’t think you’re crazy. However-”

“I’m unintentionally taking my work home with me, I know.”

Will looked past Hannibal at the snow swirling outside. Almost an inch had piled up since he’d arrived. Inside the room the fire crackled.

“You can go home. If you want,” Will said. “I’m sure you didn’t sign up to do house calls when you went into psychiatry.”

“Don’t be silly, Will. You’re my friend, not my patient. I want to stay up with you.”

He searched Hannibal’s face for pity, any sign that he was humoring Will. All he could see was the way Hannibal licked his lips, the way the bit of saliva left behind glistened like a beacon in the firelight.

Will closed the space between them.

Hannibal stiffened. Panic clawed its way up Will’s throat.

Just before he could pull away and spout a thousand apologies, Hannibal fisted his hands in Will’s shirt and dragged him closer. What began as a simple, almost chaste kiss became all teeth and tongue and roaming hands. It took Buster whining and leaping onto the bed to separate them.

“Sorry. I should let them out,” Will mumbled against Hannibal’s mouth. His breath was ragged.

“Of course.”

Before Will stepped out the door, he glanced back at Hannibal. Hannibal’s lips were kiss-swollen, his shirt wrinkled. He looked debauched in all the right ways.

They would have to talk about this later. Analyze the way Will had clutched at Hannibal for stability. Pick through the details of the sounds he’d heard. But for now Will stepped out into the cold air, certain they’d find plenty of ways to pass the night.


Send me a prompt and a pairing and I’ll write you some fluff.

Misunderstanding 4/?

Originally posted by nnochu

Genre: Angst/….?
Pairing: ReaderxYoongi
Part 4/?

Part 1 - Part 2Part 3 - Part 4 


My boyfriend of 3 years is cheating on me with a stranger and as if that was not enough he lied to me about our date. Work he said.
Yes, working hard on your physical condition.
I never would have thought that this could happen to me. Everyone told me how lucky I was to have such a sweet boyfriend who sends me flowers to work, brings me on beautiful dates and writes me songs. But it seems like that was not the real Yoongi…
Why is this so bitter? What did i do to deserve this?

Sitting on the bench I cannot stop thinking about this and cry endlessly. Thousands of questions are flowing in my mind.

What if he has an explanation for all of this?
What if that girl is family and I just never met her before?
What if it is just a misunderstanding?
What if it is not?
What if I am the crazy girlfriend who overreacts again?
Maybe I should talk to him first before having this kind of conclusions?
I mean it is Min Yoongi after all he would never do this… Right?

All those What ifs make me feel dizzy. What am I supposed to do now?

I feel my phone buzzing in my hands. I look up and check my phone.
03:16AM: a lot of missed calls and some messages by Hoseok. Of course.
He wouldn’t  believe me. He just knows me too well, I never did this before.
I should write him back or else he will go crazy and I don’t want him to worry too much. He doesn’t deserve this.
I unlock my phone and I see messages and calls from Yoongi as well.
Seems like he found out what happened and knows now? Seeing his name on my screen reminds me of the scene I just witnessed.
Now I really don’t feel like answering anymore.
I look up to the sky and a single tear rolls down my face the moonlight shining on my face.

Is this how all of it will end?
Just like that without a warning, without a chance to recover?

After staring at the sky for way to long my tears stopped and the cold wind dried them on my face. What a wonderful spring day it could have been after such a lonely night. But my hopes got crashed.
My phone starts buzzing again and this time I decide to read the messages I got from Hoseok.

.

.

I made him worry so much after practice. I sure don’t deserve him as my best friend. I should make sure to write him back. Or should I just go back to the dorms get my stuff and leave? But chances are high to meet Yoongi..
I look at my messages and see Yoongis name popping up again. I want to know what he says but I kind of don’t want to know too. My curiosity wins.
.

.

.

As I am reading his messages my thoughts just scatter all over the place. 


‘UGH, this is so frustating!’

What can I do right now? I really don’t want to see him but what if I just understood everything wrong? 
I need to face him anyway right? And I need my keys to go home as well. I get up from the bench and turn around making my way back to the dorm. 
What should I say when I see him? What if he really is cheating on me? But on the other side… what if he is not? 
After walking for a short time I stop. Did I overreact?

‘God, I can’t even feel my legs anymore.. how long was I sitting here for? Am I a kid? Ugh.. I am so dumb’

But even if I did overreact who was that girl in his arms? Why was she there sleeping in HIS bed with MY boyfriend and using MY slippers?
So many questions but no answers. I take out my phone to keep reading the messages.
Wow. Perfect. MY battery died. Even this fits my shitty situation right now.

‘What did I do to deserve this?’ I whisper to myself.

A cold shiver runs through my whole body as I continue walking. I should have worn my shoes for gods sake. It’s so cold. 

Note to myself:

Never run off again with slippers on.

'Y/N!’


I AM SO SORRY. It took me like forever to post this :(
I had a lot going on but here it is: PART 4 OF ‘MISUNDERSTANDING?’ !

I hope you guys like it! Thank you for all your support and messages ♥
Enjoy!


5.3.2017. Wednesday

Hey y’all. It’s been a rough couple of days for me. My grades have dropped and I am torn between giving up and stressing out like crazy. Granted, I have taken on a third (fourth?) job waitressing, and I honestly did not think that it would be so draining. I’m getting home at 1 o’clock in the morning, showering, eating dinner, doing homework, going to sleep at 3, and then waking up at 7 to take my brother to school and to go to my college class, and I’m doing this 3 or 4 times a week and only getting paid $2.15 an hour before taxes. The other days, I’m either working at the church, working at the hospital, or babysitting the sweetest kids on the planet. I have actually decided tonight that I’m giving the restaurant my two weeks tomorrow night, even though I just got this job a month ago, and I’m a bit distressed by the fact that I’m doing this because I never wanted to be that person that gives up on a job so quickly. However, I am getting a temp job over the summer as a preschool teacher, so I am very, very excited about that.

In happier news, my mono is almost totally unnoticeable now. I still get tired really easily, but I can manage doing some light yoga without thinking that I’m going to pass out, which is cool. I’m ready to graduate without feeling like I’m dying, lol.

15 days until graduation and then college I come!

-Omi

Trouble : A dean ambrose Imagine

sorry for the absence I haven been getting any request so I prolonged my writing but I’m back now and I’m going to keep on writing imagine until I get a request then I’ll start writing request. so please enjoy <3


Y/N was use to the whispers she get when walking into a room backstage. you see Y/N was currently one of the top diva on the smackdown roster right now but that didn’t change the fact she had a reputation about herself. When she was in the indies Y/N was kind of a wild child always partying and getting into fights backstage so not a lot of people wanted to work with her. For Y/N the indies were along time ago so as soon as she got to the wwe she cleaned up her act but that didn’t stop the superstar and diva from talking. Do to her reputation Y/N had extreme trouble trying to make friends backstage so she usually just stay to herself which she was sure didn’t help her reputation but Y/N didn’t care she was only their to do what she loved and get a paycheck who needs friends anyway. It was Tuesday night which meant smackdown was on Y/N rolled her suitcase backstage heading for the divas locker room she could feel the stare she was getting from the crew but she didn’t mind this was usually and every week thing. As soon as Y/N set her stuff down in the locker room she headed for catering getting a salad and sitting at an empty table listening to the superstar whisper about her. Hearing a chair pull out in front of her Y/N didn’t bother looking up she was just sure it was someone who was going to give her shit about her past. “You know sweetheart you’d be A lot prettier if you smiled more and a lot less scarier if you actually talk to someone around here” the one and only cocky dolph ziggler said with a smirk on his face. All Y/N could do was get up from the table and roll her eyes and just as she did she felt a palm connect with her ass not even giving it a second thought Y/N swung hitting dolph right in his nose and making him bleed. “NEXT TIME YOU TOUCH ME I’M GONNA DO A LOT MORE THAN BREAK YOUR NOSE” Y/N shouted at dolph as the other superstar looked on in shock as security escorted her off to Shane McMahon office. After being screamed at and suspended for a week by the boss all Y/N wanted to do was go home but a certain lunatic was waiting for her outside the bosses office. “Hey trouble I just wanted to say what you did in catering was pretty bad ass and I was wondering if maybe you would wanna hang out with me the other crazy around this place.” Dean gave her a smirk “That exactly what I am trouble so maybe you should stay away from me plus aren’t you dating that Blondie” Y/N folded her arms waiting for an answer. Dean sighed before speaking “Blondie and I broke up a while ago and I know your trouble and I’m crazy we are match made in troubled heaven so what do you say eight o’clock sound good.” dean smiled waiting for an answer as Y/N smirked “Eight clock sounds prefect to me lunatic” giving dean one last smile as she walked off to the women’s locker room.  

anonymous asked:

Can i get a seventeen ceo!woozi?? Like maybe youre being interviewed or you are trying to get a business partnership but BOOM feelings.

Can i get a seventeen ceo!woozi?? Like maybe youre being interviewed or you are trying to get a business partnership but BOOM feelings.

• okay so this gives me like my secret romance vibes like highkey okay so im gonna kind of draw inspiration from that but not 100%
• like you two had met prior to your interview today
• you two had spent a drunken night together at the bar after he slumped over the bar and told the bartender to fetch him another drink
• because his business pitch hadn’t gone 100% the way he wanted to and so now he’s grumbling and fumbling about how he needs to get more respect around the company because nobody else is making ideas like he is
• and you were kind of in the same boat but not exactly because you and your friends had a big blowout and the stress of your job interview that this time you just didn’t get
• and then after a few drinks you two had spent some time making out the corner and exchanging numbers before you woke up with the worst hangover and confusion at to whoever this man’s number was so you were like not today thank you
• however you forgot that you had promised the guy whose name you couldn’t really remember that you’d text him
• but all you had in your phone for concert information for him was just a w and you were pretty sure you were just way wasted last night
• and you were way too drunk to remember him mumbling about his company and how he needs a better staff and people who want to respect his ideas
• and you had slumped onto his shoulder mentioning how he should just give you a year to figure it out and that you’d actually be there and be the best employee that he’s ever had to listen to him and that the ideas he confided in you could really make a change as long as he promised
• and those words really sparked something with him and he hastily promised and he knew you were drunk but the spark in your eyes and the way your voice had softened
• and at that moment jihoons facade of that stuck up closed off ceo just faded for those five seconds and for once you touched his cold heart HOW CLICHE
• but yea so you ended up not texting him and kept out of touch until the faithful day you had an interview at none other than jihoon’s company but of course you didn’t remember that
• but tbh you didn’t remember anything from that night a year ago
• and so you’re all dressed up and professional and in the mindset that hey this could work maybe?? and of course since jihoon is more of an active boss he takes care of hiring all the employees
• so imagine his surprise when he opens the folder and sees your resume and he literally spills all his coffee all over his table and his assistant is like uhhh mr lee are you good and his face is tinted red and his voice comes out shaky confirming he’s fine
• but all these thoughts are running through his head like why didn’t she ever text me??? what is she doing here??? what do i do???
• and he’s so submerged in his thoughts that he can’t hear the knocking at the door that becomes a little too rough and then the door is forced open and there is standing his assistant with a very flustered you
• and the moment you lock eyes with jihoon it all hits you and your knees buckle and you’re shaking and your heartbeat is going crazy because youre like oh my goodness
• and once the assistant leaves and shuts the door you’re looking at jihoon and he’s looking at you and you two can’t say anything but it only takes ten more seconds before the softened and panicked expression fades and its replaced by a cold and hardened exterior and you’re taken aback by the sudden change but then again you also kind of know why he has this front now
• because you remembered it all now that you did forget to call him and text him and you left him alone with his thoughts about you and then it makes you realize that there’s no possible way that he’s going to hire you then
• and so you silently collect yourself and turn to exit the room before he clears his throat and tells you in a low voice that he’ll see you tomorrow at 7 am not one second later or he’ll regret giving you the job and then a little bit quieter he said that he didn’t break or forget promised and you two make eye contact and you get goosebumps from his bone chilling stare
• and at first your mouth is agape and you’re like what??? but then you remember that you probably shouldn’t argue and so you just kind of bow your head and barely stutter out a thank you before exiting the room and then sliding down the wall
• and your face is in your hands like what did i just get myself into and your heartbeat is still going crazy and you’re like why didnt i text him and then on the other side jihoon slumps back into his chair and he drags his hand over his face and he’s like what am i gonna do

There is, but I’m gonna tell you right now, you’re not gonna like my plan.
You need a vampire.
Uh, one ain’t gonna cut it.
And you have to go your separate ways, and you have to stay separate. For all time.
There has to be another way.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I’m usually the first one who wants to run off on my own, and now I don’t have a say in the matter, and I’m feeling quite perturbed.
At first, the freedom is exhilarating.
Until that very ache threatens to consume you entirely.
Being forced to separate feels like torture.
I just texted all of you a photo.
Degenerate vampire filth.
That means you would have to part ways with her as well.
You know very well that without you around, he will go mad.
Baby, I know you can hear me.
You think you can stop me?
You’re okay. You’re all right.
That’s what I’m trying to do, ______.
We should go before whoever did this decides to come back.
Easy. Easy.
Wait, how the hell is he alive?
Uh, sorry to interrupt here.
I’m just kind of losing my mind at the moment.
My family’s about to be pulled apart and there’s literally nothing I can do about it.
We can’t just go running in there.
This collection is priceless.
Desperate times. We need allies.
I can’t undo the things I’ve done…
I also can’t stop loving you.
I don’t need you to apologize, _______.
Actually, we came to make a truce.
I want the king to kneel before me.
Now that that your master has been subdued, the power she promised you has been revoked, rendering you helpless, and bringing this pitiful coup to a rather abrupt end.
This dark object has the astounding ability to seal you in the room.
And so, with very little effort… this place becomes an inferno.
I know you’re in there and I know you can hear me, so I want you to listen very carefully.
And you are strong, and brave, unlike anyone I’ve ever known.
I know that you’ll do anything for her… even if it means never seeing her again.
Did you honestly think you could trick us into performing the ritual without telling the entire truth?
Is it hard to see me from up there on your high horse?
See, your reaction right there, has just proven my point.
Lucky you, I guess I’ll just have to postpone the disembowelment.
No, no that is not happening… Not when there’s another way.
No, No more favors.
No surprises, I never had much in the way of an example.
In fact, the first time I saw myself in another, was the day I met you.
You do realize we’re about, um, 100 years too late for this talk.
Well, I’m hardly perfect.
You are family.
How could either of you love each other and still have room for me?
In any case, I just wanted to see you one last time before we part ways for good, if only to set the record straight.
I failed you, ________. To my eternal shame.
I got your messages. Are you okay?
And will I lose you?
I am not going anywhere.
We should talk before it’s too late.
I know it’s over.
And what are we, anyway?
Whatever we are, you and me… we were doomed.
Best thing I could do for you is disappear.
Okay, this is crazy. What if you don’t wake up?
I’m ready for this.
And, besides, magic’s kind of overrated.
I didn’t think you were coming.
I figured there might be an emergency.
You always did love a dramatic entrance.
Now that we’re all here… shall we?
I need you to leave me to my fate.
You have my word.
What the hell are you doing here? You come to gloat?
It inspired nothing but suffering and torment.
And yet, here and now, despite all our differences ––– and there are many… thank you.
It’s a wonderful sentiment.
We had a good run.
Do it now, _______.
I can hear it–––– whispering.
It’s a funny thing, meeting here… where it all began.
You’re getting nostalgic in your old age.
Why’d you ask me here, _______?
And no matter what I do, I’m at the complete mercy of that devotion.
What are you asking me to do? I don’t understand.
I want you to set me free.
That will subside… when you leave the city, once you’re on your own.
I’m gonna give you some advice that took me way too long to learn.
Family is sacred, but so is love.
How do you know that this will work?
Are you sure you really want that?
Let it go.
You never said good-bye.
Well, that’s a pity.
I don’t really care to be somebody’s second-best
Spare me the details.
I am finally free and I don’t want to waste a second…
She’s adaptable.

“I am so blessed I get to call you mine.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “Could u do one wear is all grayson’s P.O.V at you wedding like how he feels before the wedding how he reacts when u walk down the Isle and some other cute stuff and it being on social media and fans go nuts plz”

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*Grayson’s P.O.V*

Being in the social media limelight, a lot, if not most, of what I did was shared with my fans. As soon as I broke the news to them about (Y/N) and I dating, they were more than happy, and went absolutely crazy when I shared the news of our engagement. 

It’s been about seven months since I proposed to (Y/N), and it was finally the day that we had both been looking forward to.

It was finally our wedding day.

I hadn’t seen (Y/N) in two days, because of the whole “you’re not supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding” and whatnot, so I was glad that I was finally going to be able to see her again.

“Hey, Gray. You almost ready?” Ethan asked as he came into the dressing room. As best man, he had been here with me all morning, helping me settle my nerves. I was a nervous wreck. I was sweating terribly, and I couldn’t stop shaking.

“Yeah, just about.” I said as I straightened my tie. “Do I look okay?” I asked..

“You look fine. And even if you didn’t (Y/N) would still love you anyway. C’mon, it’s almost time. Everything is gonna be fine, and it’s all going to run smoothly. Before you know it, you and (Y/N) are going to be married, and everything it gonna be good.” Ethan said as he pat me on the shoulder. 

“Thanks man. For everything. I really appreciate it.” I said as we hugged.

“That’s what brother’s are for. Now, c’mon. You have a bride to marry.” He said with a laugh. I smiled as I threw on my jacket and my I walked down to the altar and stood there awkwardly as I waited for everything to start. I looked out at the pews, seeing all my friends, my family, (Y/N)’s friends and family. It felt nice to know that all these amazing people are here sharing this moment with us. Just then, all the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked down the aisle. As they all took their places, the wedding march started to play, and I felt my heart start to race and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. The large wooden doors opened and (Y/N) appeared, her arm linked with her father’s, her bouquet of roses in the other hand. As soon as I caught glimpse of her, I felt the tears start to fall. She was so beautiful, and I couldn’t believe that I was moments closer to being hers forever.

As her and her father made it up to the altar, I took her hand in mine and we exchanged a quick smile. She handed her flowers to her maid of honor and took my other hand in hers. The minister started the ceremony and my heartbeat had finally settled as I was getting closer and closer to marrying the girl of my dreams.

“Now, I understand that you two have something you would like to say to each other before the presentation of the rings.” The minister said. We both nodded.

“Ladies first.” I said. (Y/N) smiled and cleared her throat.

“Grayson, where do I even begin. I can’t believe that we’re finally doing this. I remember when we first met, how relentless you were to get my attention. Now, here we are, after six years of dating and we’re finally getting married. You make me happy beyond words, and I’m so glad that we have each other. I wouldn’t want this with anyone else in the world. I love you so much baby. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” (Y/N) said, wiping her tears, making sure she didn’t smear her makeup.

“Grayson?” The minister said, motioning to me.

“I actually sat down and wrote all I wanted to say, one afternoon, and after I did that, it filled like three notebook pages, and I don’t think anyone wants to hear me read all that, so I’ll just say the important parts.” I began, “(Y/N), baby. You mean the absolute world to me, and I am so blessed that I get to call you mine. Every day when I wake up with you by my side, I know that I couldn’t be happier with anyone else. I wouldn’t want to live this life with anyone else. You make me so happy, and I still can’t believe you agreed to date little annoying ol’ me, all those years ago. But, nonetheless, I’m so glad that you’re mine, and I absolutely cannot wait to start our futures together.” I said. (Y/N) smiled wide at me, and I felt as though I’ve never been as in love with her than I was at that moment. 

The minister continued on with the vows and we finally got to the ring exchange.

“Grayson Bailey Dolan, do you take (Y//N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He asked.

“I do.” I said, a feeling of relief fall over me as I slipped (Y/N)’s ring on her finger..

“(Y/F/N), do you take Grayson to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked.

“I do.” (Y/N) said, smiling at me, slipping the ring onto my finger.

“By the power vested in me by the state of (your home state), I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The minister said.

“Finally.” I laughed. I took (Y/N)’s face in my hands and kissed her, cheers and camera flashes surrounding us.

“I love you.” She said when I pulled away.

“I love you too baby.” I said, kissing her again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, mister and misses Grayson Bailey Dolan.” The minister said. We walked down the aisle and out to the front of the church, where our photographer took pictures of us, and our bridal party. Afterwards, we hopped into the limo and made our way to the reception.

At the reception, many toasts were given, and everyone had a good time, dancing and enjoying themselves. After the reception, (Y/N) and I were whisked off to the airport to head off on our honeymoon. We were off to the Bahamas for the week, and I was so excited to finally be alone with (Y/N). 

“Have you seen any pictures yet?” She asked as we sat on the plane, waiting for it to take off. I nodded.

“Yeah, so many people have been sending them to me. Oh look, here’s another. My mom just sent me one.” I said. It was a picture of (Y/N) and I as we shared our first kiss as newly weds.

“Awe, that’s a cute one.” She said.

“I’m gonna post it on instagram.” I said. She nodded and I went ahead and posted it. “I captioned it “Well, we did a thing.” with the diamond ring emoji. Give it a few minutes and we’ll see how everyone reacts.” I laughed. She smiled at me and laid her head on my shoulder. 

“I love you Grayson. I know it’s been said a million times already today, but I really do love you. I’m so glad that we’ve been on this journey together for the past seven years, and I absolutely cannot wait to see where this road takes us.” She said. I looked down at her and kissed her softly.

“I love you too (Y/N). I couldn’t imagine myself doing this with anyone other than you. I am so glad that I have such a great girl by my side through this all.” I said. Just then, my phone buzzed on the tray table, and Ethan’s name flashed across the screen.

“BRO TWITTER IS BLOWING UP RIGHT NOW.” His text read. I laughed and opened up twitter. I read through my timeline and saw nothing but kind words.

GRAYSON AND (Y/N) ARE FINALLY MARRIED IM SCREAMING.”

“I’M SO HAPPY THEY’RE FINALLY MARRIED WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER FOR THIS DAY.”

“MR AND MRS GRAYSON DOLAN ARE SO CUTE, IM SO HAPPY THEY’RE FINALLY MARRIED”

Well, it seems like everyone is taking this nicely.” I laughed, showing (Y/N) my twitter.

“Oh my goodness.” She laughed as she looked through the tweets. “Your fans are so sweet, oh my god.” She said.

“If they’re like this over a picture, I can only imagine what they’re gonna be like when we post the wedding video.” I said. We continued looking through tweets until our flight took off. We talked for a while, once we were in the air, but we both fell asleep shortly into the flight.

First Love Part 5

Title: First Love

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Swear words.

A/N: I apologize for this being up later than I expected it to be. Some things have presented themselves in my personal life that got in the way, (i know you are all probably like wtf she just uploaded part 4 two days ago) this is more for the future. I will try to stay on top of it, though so don’t worry too much. 

 Part 4 / Part 6 

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Readers Perspective 

Hoseok walks over to you as you watch Jungkook and Yoongi leave. “So, I wanted to give you and Jimin a little more freedom in choosing the move since you are both dancers and such,” you smile.

“Honestly y/n, I am okay with whatever you think would be best for the dance, if that means I help so be it. If it means I don’t, that is okay too.” He smiles widely. He really did have such a bright smile that made you feel like everything was going to be okay.

You nod, “I was thinking about doing a hard hitting lyrical with hip hop elements. Something that has a few tricks so you can show off your real dancing ability, and so the girls will go crazy.” You nudge him and chuckle.

“I am totally down with that,” he says as he takes off his hoodie and puts it aside. You look away awkwardly as you catch a glimpse of his abs before he pulls his shirt down. He notices your cheeks redden. “Oh! Y/n you are so cute,” he says as he pinches your cheek. “No need to be shy and embarrassed!”

You laugh quietly, “Sorry Hoseok, I am just not good around guys sometimes, especially when they go off flashing their abs at their choreographers.” You poke his chest and blush a little more.

He smiles, “Don’t be sorry, call me Hobi, and also, I wasn’t flashing you, missy. You’re the one who took it wrong.” He winks at you making you laugh.

He was so much easier to be around than the others. He wasn’t flirting with you, but more teasing you like a sister or best friend. Which made you feel much more comfortable around him. “Alright, we should probably get started.” You walk over to the cd player and turn it on. Walking back over you start to tell him what to do. “I want to start with you kneeling down.“

A short time later you had taught him most of the choreography. He picked up quickly so it made the process go really smooth and quickly. You danced next to him in sync to help him make sure he was getting the movements right, ending where you had yet to teach him the rest of the dance.

Breathing heavily you pause the music. "Okay let’s take a break for a moment, I am in dire need of some water,” you laugh as you walk over to your water.

He smiles and beats you to it, throwing it your way as he grabs his own. “Catch.”

“Thanks.” You smile as you catch the water and open it taking a big gulp of cold water. “You are a really good dancer, like I knew you were before but seeing it in on the tv or youtube just doesn’t do you justice.”

He laughs, “I would say the same as you. Yoongi has shown me a few of your videos. You are really good. Some of our choreography is not the easiest and a lot of people can’t pull it off, but you make it look so easy.” He grins at you, after taking a swig of water.

“Wait, Yoongi watches my videos?” You look at him puzzled. Even though you and Yoongi had just made up, you never thought in a million years that he would have watched more than the Give it to Me video.

Hoseok takes another sip and nods, “Yeah he has seen almost all of them actually.  He is also subscribed to you too. He is ALWAYS raving about your channel.”

He shrugs then realised what he just said and his eyes go wide. “ Wait! forget I said that. He will kill me if he found out that I told you, he doesn’t want anyone to know. He has only told Jin, Namjoon, and me.”

You laugh, “Don’t worry Hobi. I won’t tell anyone else. I am just surprised, I can’t believe he likes my channel.” You grin a little and start thinking if he had seen the video when it came out straight from your channel instead of thru the fans. This made you blush even more. You bite your lip and look up at Hobi “Wow, he is subscribed to me too?”

Hoseok nodded and sits on the ground. “Yup, he has been subscribed for a year or so now. Think he said he did after you did your first BTS cover, guess that is when he saw your channel. Which by the way. Your choreography for his song is on point, like it’s so good. You should teach me one of these days.”

You sit down across from him and take another sip of water “He has been subscribed that long! How did I not notice!?” You try to think back to any names that may stick out to you but couldn’t think of any. “Oh, and I will totally teach you, it has to be my favorite dance I have ever choreographed, although the Blood Sweat and Tears dance is a close number two.”

He smirked, “Is it because you get to see us dance sexy?”

“Hobi!” you smack his knee and give him a dirty look, “Shut your mouth, I am doing a sexy dance because that is what I was told to do. Honestly, it’s pretty tame to dances that we do where I am from.” You both laugh a little before you both go silent.

He looks at you for a moment before speaking. “So I am assuming you are a fan of ours?”

“Well duh, I think that would have been obvious by the fact that:  A, I have done multiple dance covers of your guy’s songs. And B, because I am even here.”

He chuckled “Fair enough, but if that is the case, you must have a Bias for the group then, mind telling me who it is?” He smirked, and gave you  the ‘you are not getting out of this one without an answer’ look.

“Oh, I don’t have a Bias. I like you all equally,” you bit your lip, looking away quickly.  Giving him the same answer you always give Luna, which she always then says is an outright lie. You were hoping he wouldn’t dig for a real answer.

He laughs, “You’re lying, the way you just looked away biting your lip totally gave it away. Trust me I won’t get hurt if it isn’t me but I want to know. It is just interesting to know who and why.”
You sigh and start blushing, “Are you sure? You have to promise you won’t tease me about it, because honestly. I love my bias, like a lot.” You look at the floor nervously. “And you have to pinky promise you won’t tell any of the other members, okay?”

He holds out his pinky, “Pinky promise, now tell me!” He looked so excited. Like a child about to get his favorite candy.

You cross your pinky with him, still looking at the floor. You close your eyes and mumble quietly, “Yoongi.” You bite your cheek, nervous for his response.

He chuckles and mumbles something under his breath before speaking more clearly, “Ah, guess the dance cover makes sense now.” He lets go of your pinky and lifts you up by your chin softly. “y/n, don’t worry I won’t tell anyone okay. No need to feel shy. But if you don’t mind me asking, is that why you avoid him like the plague?”

You look away then back at him and sigh, “Well that is part of the reason. We are okay now, he was talking to me before you guys arrived. But I thought he hated me because of the way he stormed out the other day, and the way he acted when we first met. Guess he thought I hated him as well.” You shake your head. “It was just a big misunderstanding, I am happy we worked it out. He seems like a really nice guy and I want to get to know him for more than just what I have seen from the photos and videos and such. Honestly, that goes for all of you.”

Hoseok smile and stands back up holding out his hand and helping you up as well, “Good to hear, I am always up to having a new dance buddy and I could really see us being best friends if that position isn’t already filled,” he chuckles and pushes you softly.

“Well you are really easy to talk to, so I am okay with it too,” you laugh and catch yourself from the push. You turn and go back over to the CD player. Want to get back to work?”

He nods and you both start working on the dance again.

Right as you and Hoseok were finishing the last of the choreography, Jungkook and Yoongi walked back in shortly followed by Jimin. They all sat down in front of the mirror watching you both go over the full dance together a few more times. They clap as you finish the dance.

“YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD DANCER NOONA!~” Jimin yells excitedly as he jumps up and hugs you as you try to regain your breath.

“It really is good. The owner will be very pleased.” Jungkook smiles and pats your arm before turning to Hoseok, “Did you help, or was it all her?”

“It was all her, I just followed her and I am so pumped to perform this live. It is going to be sick,” Hoseok says excitedly.

Yoongi nodded quietly, glancing between everyone but locking eye contact with you. He smiles and gave you a thumbs up. Guess that means he liked it.

All four continued to praise your choreography skills as you took a break, looking at the time. “It’s getting a little late, Jimin we still need to work on your number.”

“Don’t worry Noona, we can do it another day, you look really tired, and we have a photoshoot tomorrow anyways, so we should be getting home soon to get some rest,” Jimin smiles politely.

You nod, “Okay, it isn’t super long anyways since most of it isn’t dancing. So I am not too worried.”

The boys start gathering their things as they get ready to leave. You head back over to the cd player and start to play it again looking over the papers of notes for the choreography.

“You aren’t going home?” Jungkook comes over looking at you concerned, followed by Hoseok.

“I wish I could, but I haven’t even started on your two songs for the stage performances. So I will be staying for a while longer.”

Jungkook looks down at the time, “But Noona, it’s 11:30 pm already. If you stay for a while longer you will be here all night.”

“You really shouldn’t overwork yourself y/n,” Hoseok chimes in.

You sign and look down at your feet a little defeated. You knew they were right, but you didn’t have too much of a choice, you needed to start these dances.

“I am sorry guys, I have to stay.” You bite your lip and turn around, trying not to cry in front of them because of all your frustrations.

“Noona….” you hear Jungkook whisper.

“Go Jungkook, you need sleep. You are up first in the morning anyways. I will catch up with you okay,” you hear Hoseok say softly. Jungkook protests for a moment, before walking back to gather his things, speaking in an upset tone to the other two.

"Are you dead sure about this y/n?” Hoseok whispers placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn you to face him.

You were biting your lip so hard it has started to bleed, the burning in your throat getting worse and worse by the second, you just wanted them to leave so you could just let it out.  You managed to squeak out a quiet answer, “I will be okay Hoseok, I promise it’s just for tonight since we have practice tomorrow night.”

He sighs and lets his hand drop before grabbing your hand and handing you a paper. “If you need anything, text this number okay. I will be here to help you in a heartbeat. Don’t push yourself too much, you are going to worry everyone.”

You nod and hear him turn and walk back to the others who were now exiting the room. You stood there in the silence for a moment to make sure they had left, peeking over your shoulder to make sure they were gone before you burst into tears and slide down the wall and into the fetal position. You were trying to be strong but having all this stress, and not having your family and friends around to help, had taken its toll on you. The music still playing, you grabbed the remote and turned it up a little to try to drown out the silence that now filled the room.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you had been like this, but suddenly you feel someone shake you. Your head shoots up to see Yoongi standing above you, looking concerned. He frowns when he sees your tears and grabs the remote and pauses it.

"Y/n, why are you crying?” He kneels down in front of you and looks into your eyes. “Why didn’t you come with us?”

You shake your head and try to look back down, but he grabs your chin and holds it still so you look at him. You mumble, “I’m sorry, I am just stressed. Don’t worry about me, you need to go home. You have that shoot tomorrow.”

He shakes his head laughing, “Fuck the shoot, you are more important.” He lets go of your chin and sits cross-legged in front of you. “Now I am not leaving until you leave with me, understand. You won’t be able to choreograph anything when you are upset like this. It isn’t a good idea.”

You were caught off guard by his words. Sighing, you hug your legs tighter and rest your chin on your knees, you looked up at him, he was so cute with the concerned look on his face. “Are the others still here?”

He shakes his head, “No, I snuck out and came back, I saw you in the mirror. You were pretty much in tears when we left so I knew you would most likely still be here when I came back.”

Your eyes went wide and you sit up straight. “Yoongi! Won’t you get in trouble for that? You aren’t supposed to sneak off like that.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Stop worrying about me y/n, I am here because I am worried about you. You are upset and I am not going to just leave when you’re crying like this.” He gently reaches up and wipes the tears from your face. “Now, let’s get you home.”

He stands up, reaching his hand down to help you up, you refuse to stand up with him, “Yoongi, you shouldn’t be here, go home. I don’t want to be the reason you get in trouble.”

You argue back and forth for a few minutes before he signs annoyed.

“For hell’s sake y/n.” He picks you up bridal style and turns and walks to the door. “You are going home. Even if I have to carry you there.”

Your cheeks go bright red and you cover your face. “Fine! we’ll go, now put me down,” you groan annoyed.

He holds you there for a moment longer before letting you down. You put your hands down, your face still slightly pink from embarrassment. You then turn and grab your bag.

He smiles at you, looking at your cheeks before you turn around. “Is that all you have?”

You nod and go over to the door, “Yup, why?”

He shakes his head, “It’s cold out, you should have brought a jacket. Here.” He rolls his eyes and smiles at you as he takes off his hoodie and hands it to you. "Take this, it will keep you warm, but next time bring a damn jacket would ya, now I have to freeze.”

Shaking your head you reply, “No, I will be fine.” You begin walking into the hall, turning off the lights, before you close the door.

“God dammit, y/n, why are you so stubborn? You are wearing a tank top, put my damn hoodie on,” he steps in front of you and stops you from walking.

You bump into him and he holds you by both arms, looking down at you with his deep brown eyes. He is just as stubborn as you are. Seeing him get flustered made you smile, it was so cute the way his brows furrowed as he stared at you. So you finally gave in. "Okay, fine! Jeez you are just as stubborn Min Yoongi.”

He lets go of you and hands you his hoodie, smiling as you put it on. “Well, someone has to take care of you, since you can’t take care of yourself.” He chuckles and turns around and starts to walk away.

“Wait, excuse me now!” You laugh at him as you catch up to him and hit him playfully on the arm. He gives you one of his signature gummy smiles and you feel yourself blush and you look away.

“You heard me y/n. Now let’s get you home.”

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Masterlist

Okay okay, my fellow associates, my friendos, back to my scheduled serious moment!! I’m pretty darn close to hitting that milestone, which raises the question: what am I going to do to celebrate?? The options are the following:

1) A stream, like I did last time (properly scheduled days ahead, lasting a bit more than a couple of hours, w/ fandom requests and crazy shenanigans);

2) A giveaway (1 or 2 prize giveaway);

Now, I was leaning towards doing the giveaway at first, considering I’ve done a stream before, and since there is a possibility me and my friend Mari will do a joint FMA drawing stream in the near future… 

But on the other hand, I’ll be opening commissions in the next couple of weeks; and I’m unsure whether the giveaway might spread my work around and bring people interested in commissioning me, oooor if it’ll have the opposite effect, as in, because I did a giveaway, chances might decrease for that… if you get me.

What do you think, taking into consideration what I’ve mentioned? And, what would you prefer?

My Favorite Dongsaeng

TO START OFF!!  This is my first scenario/fanfic to be published in Tumblr.  LOL!


Characters:  Mark Tuan, Reader, GOT7

Length:  5,058 words

Genre:  Fluff/Angst

Plot:  Mark Tuan is your dongsaeng and you like him so much not knowing that he likes you back (sorry if I suck lol)


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Courage | Jimin, You

Running Man Wednesdays are our days

“Did you see the look on her face?!” you said, biting your bottom lip, waiting for his answer before you burst out laughing.

“She looked like she was going to call her daddy to get escorted out on her gold chariot,” Jimin exaggerated, falling into a fit of giggles.

That made your heart increase its speed. With all this laughter, your breathing wasn’t doing all that well but now that he was being all adorable and gorgeous on top of it, it really was going south.

You took a deep breath and opened your apartment door, heading straight for the couch which you flopped onto, your feet following straight after.

Jimin chuckled at your actions before walking to the kitchen.

“Y/N-ah you want a drink?” he asked and you could almost hear his hands ready on the Pepsi cans, knowing that you were going to ask for them.

“Pepsi please!” you ordered in a sing-song tone and went back to facing the ceiling. He came over, tossed the can onto the couch and sat down in front of it, resting his head against your stomach. You froze. Why was it that you felt your butterflies flood instantly?

“How was work?” you asked, knowing the answer already. Jimin loved his job, actually he hated it when you called it a job, or work, because to him it wasn’t. He was doing what he loved and that could be hardly considered a job.

“Why did I even ask?” He gave you a knowing look, and you smiled in return. “Ahhh you’re so lucky to have a job that you love.”

“I know, I am,” he nodded and then looked at you, “but you’re even luckier to have a best friend this amazing,” he pointed at himself.

You scoffed and covered your mouth with your hands, “You did not just-”

“Oh but I did,” Jimin chuckled to himself and leaned forward to grab the remote off of the table.

“Channel 4 has Running Man on right now,” you told him and he changed the channel accordingly.

“Oh speaking of Running Man, you know my episode is next week, right?”

“Of course,” you rolled your eyes and drew your attention back to the screen. Running Man was one of the only times you and Jimin got to sit down and actually watch together. He was either busy with some schedule or you were busy with your studies. But these couple of hours every week, you could finally enjoy each other’s company without being bombarded by people calling, stress for upcoming tests and exams, dance practice for performances, it was just the two of you and the television. Just like old times.

You smiled when you remembered those times. You and Jimin rushing home from school, and only grabbing a light snack, jumping on the couch and flicking straight to the channel.

Come to think of it, you and he had been really close ever since the beginning. You didn’t even remember the ‘get to know each other’ part of your relationship. You two had clicked right from the get-go.

But when was it that you started to develop feelings for him? Of course you had completely stopped lying to yourself about your feelings for him.

After Running Man had ended, Jimin stood up and threw away the remains of your dinner and the empty soda cans into the bin.

“I have to go now Y/N-ah,” he said sadly and you sighed.

“I know you egg,” you stood up and ruffled his hair while he walked to the door.

“See you again for our next Running Man session,” his cheeky smile graced his lips and you concluded that you had been blessed. “It’ll be my Running Man session.”

That was the favourite part of your week, seeing his beautiful smile. At one point of your year, you realised that Running Man Wednesdays started becoming less of you meeting your best friend, but more of you falling in love over and over again.

You couldn’t help it though. And no one could blame you.

“Bye Jimin-ah.”

You had a day off lectures and study today and you decided to use it to catch up on your recent chick flicks and dramas but that all changed when you got a phone call from Taehyung.

“Hey,” you answered, a smile on your face.

“Y/N-AH JIMIN IS COMING TO SEE YOU,” he exclaimed, almost blowing your ear off.

“Wow!” you laughed at his volume.

“You should scare the daylights out of him,” he said and you could almost hear him rubbing his hands together in a devious matter.

“Why should I?” you asked, amused at his words.

“Because he needs to be paid back. Quickly! He’ll be there soon!”

You laughed and hung up. Honestly you liked the idea of scaring Jimin after all the times he would creep up behind you and attack you with tickle jabs.

Deciding to pretend to be sleeping on the couch to scare him, you ran and threw yourself onto it, under your blanket and a while later there was a knock at the door. After a few seconds of silence the door unlocked and his heavy footsteps came in, getting louder, closer to you.

You heard him sigh and take a seat in front of you, his hands brushing your hair gently.

At this rate you were actually going to fall asleep. You forced yourself to stay awake, telling yourself that if you were going to achieve anything today, it would be to pay him back for those tickle attacks during class which you got all the blame for.

“What am I going to do?” he whispered as he continued to stoke your hair. “How am I going to continue seeing you when you make me go crazy out of my mind?”

What did he mean?

“Am I meant to tell you the truth? Am I meant to tell you… what I’ve been hiding for the past three years?”

He sighed, “I have no courage to say it to your sleeping face. How am I meant to actually tell you?”

You heard him stand up and you wondered what he was about to do.

That was before you felt a warm sensation press your forehead.

“I love you Y/N-ah,” he said slowly, “I only wish I could say it properly to your face.”

Winter’s Witch Part 11

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: CIVIL WAR SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!, 
Summary: Bucky Barnes had just escaped his captors, Hydra. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Somehow, he manages to stumble into a girl’s apartment who he’s met before. The twist is- she’s not your average girl.
A/N: I’m so so sorry about the delay on this part!! The two days I had off I was going to finish this part but i got called into work on both days :\ ANYWAY ENJOY,,, ps I enjoyed writing this part so much oh my god imagine the reader being like a big sis to Wanda because they have similar abilities 
Word Count: 2K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

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The reversed Cinderella

BTS werewolf AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/ Part 11

A/N : Thank you for supporting me with this series , I will do my best for you guys. If you want to request another member please send me an Ask or a Request ,I will gladly write it. Sorry for any mistakes made.😊😉

Word count: 4,253

Warnings: Bad language at times.



  You closed the door behind you and left with Jimin. While you were walking the sun was peeking through the trees trying to get a glimpse of the animals in the forest as they were running around and playing. You stopped ,placing your arm above your head to make a bit of shade as you looked at the crystal clear sky.

“Today is such a nice day.”a giggle escaping your lips “Don’t you think so too?”you turned towards Jimin

“It is quite warm, but I do agree with you.” 

  He had really thick fur so it was natural for him to feel super hot under the rays of the sun. 

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“[Leonardo and I] did speak before [filming] and he did sort of say to me, ‘Oh my god, you’re crazy, it’s going to be freezing cold. Do you honestly know what you’re setting yourself up for?‘” she said. “I would send him little photos of me saying, ‘Thinking of you,’ as I am lying in the freezing snow, covered in ice, and he would just send back slightly worried emojis.”