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Meddling

Originally posted by amsimaria

Just a lil something bc Park Jimin won’t let me fucking live. If anything, expect more jimin soon bc I just really fucking cant with this guy. I reallyreallyreally hope you guys like this. Feedback is much appreciated!

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 8,540

You honestly, truly didn’t know whether you wanted to choke Kim Taehyung until he couldn’t breathe and his body lay lifeless on the floor, or if you loved him so much you couldn’t bare hurt a single hair of his pretty little head.

The boy was just too much of a best friend sometimes, it drove you mental.

He was that kind of friend who knocked on your door in the middle of the night to ask if you wanted to grab some late dinner.

He was the type to give you a foot or back massage when you felt the stress of your assignments and work getting too much for you to handle, and then spend a whole night trying to figure out solutions for your problems after you’d relaxed.

He was the type to listen to you vent for hours, simply listening, knowing all too well you preferred someone to listen to you until there was nothing left, before he was allowed to give you his personal advice, which never failed to be helpful.

He was the type to make you forget about your breakups with your boyfriends, opting it would be better for you to spend time out and take your mind off of it instead of bringing it up and have you crying for hours. But if you did feel like crying, he was always the shoulder to cry on.

However, there was one thing about Taehyung that made you wonder why the fuck you even considered him tolerable at times.

He was a meddler. It was in his bones, he just couldn’t help it. God knew he couldn’t.

So when he started to notice that you seemed a little too lonely for his liking as of lately, he knew he had to do something about it. He didn’t utter a word to you, thinking up a plan in his head like the devil he is, and the light bulb didn’t go off in his head until you were out with the guys and a few others one weekend.

Park Jimin. Park Jimin was the solution.

He felt fucking dumb for never noticing the older boy staring at you, seeming to get lost every time, before quickly snapping out of it. For not noticing that cute special smile he always reserved for specific people. For not noticing how he almost always managed to stick by your side whenever he was in the same room, sometimes in the same building, as you.

He watched curiously as Jimin called you over, patting the now empty seat next to him as an invitation to you, and you made your way over thinking nothing of it. Taehyung knew you were pretty oblivious. 

A guy could tape a sign onto his forehead that said ‘I like you’ and you still wouldn’t be entirely sure of it.

So this was kind of a challenge to accomplish. Luckily, challenges were what Taehyung lived for.


The first time you noticed something was a bit off was when Taehyung was over at your place one afternoon. You walked around the kitchen cleaning about, before standing in front of the sink and starting on the dishes. He sat at your small kitchen table, a bowl of cereal held in his hands. You were both quiet, you working and him eating, before you felt his presence next to you as he bumped your hip to push you to the side. He stood next to you, placing his bowl in the sink as well before starting with you. He suddenly broke the silence.

“__.”

“Yeah?” You mumbled, focusing on a small dark spot that wasn’t being very cooperative and coming off.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just di-”

“Alright, I’m going to ask you something,” he sighed and shook his head with a tiny smile on his lips at your lameness. “What do you think of Jimin?”

“Jimin?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you thought of what could’ve possibly been going through his head for asking you about him all of a sudden. “Why are you asking?”

“Just answer the question.”

“What do you mean what do I think of Jimin, Tae?” You chuckled, finally managing to wash the spot out and you grabbed another dish. “He’s a sweet, nice guy. What am I supposed to think of him?”

“Do you think he’s cute?”

“You got something you wanna tell me, Tae?” You asked curiously.

“Am I not the one supposed to be asking the questions here,” he huffed and you only laughed.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Of course he’s cute. I mean, even a guy as straight as a pin and a girl as can be would admit to that. Even you.”

“Mhm, alright.”

And then he was quiet for a few seconds, before changing the subject. “I bought a new video game. Hurry so we have enough time to try it out.”

You found it was strange but said nothing. You thought it better to keep your mouth shut and not dig too deep into it because it was most probably just Taehyung being Taehyung, but boy were you wrong.


“You mind if I text Jimin and Kookie to come over? They told me to tell them as soon as I got this game?” He asked from his spot on the couch, waiting for you to set everything up.

“Sure, no problem,” you answered, because it was always fun to hang out with the amazing trio.

“Great, they’re on their wa-”

And he was cut off with a knock that sounded on your front door. You paused and turned to look at Taehyung with a raised brow, only to see him sheepishly smiling at you. “Yeah, I might’ve texted them to come over about twenty minutes ago.”

You sighed and shook your head before standing up. “Just finish setting up, you moron.”

You jogged to the door when another knock sounded, not wanting to keep them waiting, and quickly swung the door open to be greeted with the sight of two smiley faces.

“__!” Jungkook greeted you and you moved aside to allow them inside.

“Hey, Kookie. Hey, Jimin,” you smiled brightly at them before ushering them inside. “Come on, we’re about to start playing.”

Jungkook nodded and quickly walked to the living room, but Jimin slowly stepped inside before stopping in front of you with that sweet angelic smile that God graced him with.

“No welcome hug for your guests?” He cocked his head to the side, and it was crazy how much he resembled a puppy you’d once seen in the pet store near your apartment building.

“Well, you two aren’t actually considered guests anymore, are you?” You chuckled but moved forward and hugged him quickly before pulling back. “But that puppy look could get you anything, Park.”

“__! Jimin! Get your asses in here, we already started the game!”

“You assholes! This is my house, you can’t just do that!” You quickly ran to the living room, and Jimin slowly walked behind you. And if you weren’t so engaged in scolding Taehyung and Jungkook as they played, not bothering to stop, so you hit the back of their heads before flopping onto the couch dejectedly, you would’ve noticed Jimin staring at you with a soft smile.

But Taehyung noticed, and he was now even more determined to put his plan in action.

“What were you two doing back there anyways? Anything you’re not telling me, __?” Taehyung teased and nudged your thigh with his foot. Jungkook snorted. Jimin only stayed quiet and tried to stop his cheeks from flushing at the mere thought of anything like that going on between you two, but you only glared at Taehyung and smacked his head with a pillow.

“It’s none of your business, just play the damn game so Jimin and I can get a turn,” you scolded, before pulling out your phone and continuing your muttering as you scrolled through something. “Ungrateful bastards. I let them use my TV and they do me like this..”


“Ha! Just admit it, I kicked your ass so good, even you’re feeling good about it,” Jungkook said with a triumphant smile as he relaxed against the back of the couch smugly.

“Fuck off,” Tae replied. “Just restart it and stop running your mouth.” He almost didn’t pay attention to the pair sitting on the other side of the couch. There you sat with Jimin, your head leaning against his shoulder and your feet resting on the coffee table, while he held up his phone so the both of you could see, both of you smiling and laughing at something on the screen. He stopped Jungkook before he could start the game and turned to the two of you.

“__, Chim. Are you two planning on playing? Kookie just beat me again so..” He trailed off.

“Huh?” You looked up from the phone, a smile still on your face, clearly too distracted to even hear him talk to you. “What was that?” You asked.

“Wanna play?” He asked again.

“Nah, I’m good. Not in the mood for it anymore.” You rested your head back against Jimin’s shoulder, before your smile fell and you lifted your head to look at him, placing your hand on his arm. Taehyung tried very hard to hide the smirk from his lips when he saw Jimin slightly, just slightly, tense at that. “Oh, I’m sorry Jimin. You should go play, you didn’t get a chance to try it out.”

Jimin quickly shook his head and waved you off with a smile. “It’s fine, I can try it some other time. I don’t even like this game that much.”

He patted his shoulder as an invite for you to lay your head there once again, and you gladly took it, the two of you immediately going back to laughing like you were minutes ago.

Taehyung felt his eyes sparkle when he was sure this would work. He could already see it. You didn’t even know that it was Jimin who’d been nagging Taehyung for weeks to get him this video game, and swore on his life that if he didn’t be the first one to try it, all hell would break loose. Clearly, that promise was broken for a simple reason.

You.


im going shopping. wanna come?

sure. where do you wanna meet?

we’ll just pick you up on our way

We? Who was 'we’? You shook the thought of, figuring it would surely be one of the guys. So you got up and quickly got dressed, managing to put on a bit of makeup before you received a text that he was waiting for you in the car. You grabbed your phone and quickly exited your apartment.

You weren’t surprised when you saw Jimin in the driver’s seat, but you were happy it was him who came along. You loved hanging out with him. He was always so sweet and friendly, never failing to make you smile and laugh with the simplest of things.

“Took you long enough,” Taehyung said as soon as you entered the car, and you only scoffed and kicked his seat.

“NIce to see you too, asshole,” you stuck your tongue out at him, before turning to Jimin, to find him already looking at you through the rearview mirror. “Hey, Jimin.”

“Hey,” he smiled. “Ready to go?”

You nodded eagerly and he started up the car.

“Where’s the AUX cord?” You asked after a silent minute.

“Get it yourself,” Taehyung grunted, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

“God, why were we even friends..” You mumbled, before turning to Jimin.

“Jiminie, can you hand me the cord, please,” you asked sweetly, and this time, through the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Um, sure just a sec.”

He fumbled around, managing to get half a second to look around between driving, trying to find it, but to no avail. “Where the hell is it?” You heard him mumble. And then something caught your eye.

“Wait it’s down there,” you pointed between his legs where it lay. near his feet at the gas pedal.

“How the hell did it get there?” Confusion was evident in his voice. “I can’t even reach there with my seatbelt on-”

You cut him off by getting up from your seat and leaning forward, trying not to get in his view. You leaned forward on the arm rest, stretching your arm as far as it could go. Your arm pushed against his thigh as you wiggled your fingers trying to close that last inch of space between your hand and the cord.

“It’s fine, I’ll get it.”

Taehyung’s brows raised when he saw your position, and if Jimin wasn’t already pink because of you being so close, he was when Taehyung let out a wolf whistle.

“I don’t think I should be seeing this,” he tsked at the two of you. You finally managed to grab the cord and began to push yourself back, unconsciously using Jimin’s thigh for support, managing to smack the back of Tae’s head before you settled back in your seat.

“Pervert,” you grumbled before plugging in the cord and playing a song of your choice. You tried to convince yourself that your face was currently flushed because of the effort you just made. But as Taehyung watched you through the mirror, he knew it wasn’t because of that.


“Taehyung, please, spare me,” you begged as he dragged the two of you along with him to another store. You couldn’t, you just couldn’t take it anymore. You feet were aching, you were hungry, you were thirsty, and if you had to deal with another bitchy sales assistant, you were about to snap.

“Yah, stop nagging,” he kept walking, and you didn’t even realize that you grabbed Jimin’s arm instead of his for support as you tried to keep walking. But you didn’t mind. His arm was warm and strong, but soft at the same time, and you found yourself latching onto him. He didn’t seem to mind, offering his arm to you to grip more comfortably so that you didn’t have to put in much effort.

“Yah, dumbass,” Jimin scolded him, and you felt yourself smile. “She’s been walking for hours and she hasn’t even eaten anything yet.”

“Great, now it’s you too,” Tae grumbled, slowing down and turning around to the two of you. The sunglasses he wore hid the amused look in his eyes at the sight of you two latched onto each other. “Why don’t you two lovebirds go get something to eat and let me finish this in peace?”

You didn’t even comment on the 'lovebirds’ part, too excited with the thought of food to think about anything else. You gripped Jimin’s arm tighter to get him to look at you, and he did. “Can we? Please?”

“Of course.” His reply was immediate, and he felt his heart damn near soaring at the sight of you latched onto his arm, looking up at him with that cute little pout. Taehyung nearly barfed at the sight of you acting so couple-y without even realizing it.

You barely spared him a glance and a 'see you later’ as you walked off, and he looked at the two of you proudly before turning around and heading for the shop in front of him.

And the two of you went on without even looking back, your arm still wrapped around his as you looked for a place to eat. “Where do you wanna go, babe?” Jimin asked, and he felt himself blush slightly when the pet name slipped past his lips before he could stop. He didn’t dare to look down to see your reaction to it, which caused him to miss the similar blush that covered your cheeks as well, but your answer was controlled and nonchalant nonetheless.

“Any where’s fine with me as long as I can stuff my face with something edible,” you groaned out and he chuckled, before carefully placing a hand on yours that was wrapped around his arm, squeezing slightly. It lasted for a mere second before removing his hand and pointing to a small diner that didn’t seem too crowded.

“How 'bout there?”

And so you went inside and sat down after finding an empty booth. You went to sit across from him, but he grabbed your arm and stopped you, a small shy smile gracing his lips.

“Sit next to me. We can share if you want.”

And you found yourself sheepishly nodding in agreement.

As it turned out, according to Jimin, 'sharing’ meant him feeding you bites of his plate, practically half of it, barely eating himself. And when you whined about him feeding you everything and not having any, he would shush you, claiming that 'he wasn’t very hungry anyways’.

kookie just texted me to meet him and joon to work on something. jimin can drop you off yeah?

“That dick,” you mumbled with a frown, sending him a quick text to say that you would go with Jimin and cuss him out along the way. “Tae just ditched us.” You looked up at Jimin to find him looking at you curiously. He looked confused for a second, before a look of realization dawned on his face. But before you could question it, he smiled once again and spoke.

“That’s fine. Whenever you wanna leave I’ll drive you.”

You stayed in that diner for about fifteen more minutes, talking and laughing as if you’d done it for years. When in reality, you two had only been friends for months, and the times you spent alone together had only been a handful and usually never lasted for more than an hour at most. So, you were kind of glad Taehyung had decided to ditch the two of you, especially when you told an especially lame joke, and Jimin did that thing where he laughed and leaned his head against your shoulder slightly.


“Thanks for the ride home, Jimin. I’ll see you tonight right?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt. His eyes were confused for a second.

“What?”

“We’re all going out to that new club, remember? That one Hoseok told us about,” you reminded him, and he nodded in realization.

“Ah right. Is Tae picking you up?”

“No, I’ll meet you guys-”

“I’ll come by early and pick you up,” he interrupted before you had a chance to finish your sentence.

“Really, Jimin. It’s fine, I’ll call a cab. It would be a hassle for you to come here then drive back to-”

“Do I look like the guy to take no for an answer?” He interrupted you once again and you just chuckled, defeated.

“Fine, see you tonight.”

His smile was triumphant as he watched you walk to your building, but as soon as you disappeared, the smile faded. He quickly took out his phone, looking for that contact name, before pressing call.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung’s voice was filled to the brim with false innocence and obliviousness.

“__ already complains and scolds you enough about you meddling in other people’s shit. What do you think she’d do if she knows you’re pulling something on her, huh?” He tsked and huffed, even though a small part of him knew that Taehyung’s meddling plans almost always worked out in his favor, and he was partially praying that he wouldn’t give up on this one.

“Shh, just stop your nagging okay? I know what I’m doing. You’ll thank me for this one.”

Before Jimin had a chance to retort, the line went dead and Jimin huffed as he locked his phone. He leaned his head back against the seat and looked back to your building in thought for a few seconds before he started the ignition once again and drove off.


You and Jimin arrived to the club and the others were already partying in full swing, half drunk.

“Jeez, it’s not even 12 yet. What’d you do, order half the fucking menu?” You asked as you took a seat yourself with Jimin following behind.

“__! My baby, come gimme a hug.” Taehyung leaned over but you only planted your palm on his face and pushed him back.

“Not until I’ve had a few drink in me,” you snorted at his drunk pout, but he had the attention span of a baby as he was quickly distracted by a lame joke Jin was spouting off.

“I’ll get us some drink,” Jimin leaned in and spoke in your ear and you only smiled and nodded at him.

“Ah, whispering to each other now? I always knew you had a thing for shorties,” Taehyung had once again turned to you, wiggling his eyes suggestively. You narrowed your eyes.

“Oh no, I definitely don’t have a thing for you, Tae.”

“I meant Jimin. He’s the short o-”

“Oh I thought you were talking about length in other areas of the body,” you sighed with a fake confused look on your face, earning snorts and laughs from the other, as Taehyung only sent you a dirty look. Before he had a chance to retort, Jimin arrived and placed your drink in front of you, oddly enough having figured out your favorite, and sat next to you. He placed his arm on the back of your seat, his arm slightly grazing your bare back. You unconsciously leaned into him.

“Thanks, Jimin.”

“No problem.”

As the clock struck 2 AM, Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok were out on the dance floor doing god knows what, Namjoon and Suga were in some deep (most probably drunk) conversation, and Jin was one his phone (most probably drunk texting someone) considering the stupid grin on his face and the giggle he let out every once in a while.

But you and Jimin were still in your seats. Jimin had laid a bit low on the drinks, taking to keeping an eye on you when he saw how you were downing drink after drink, with clearly none of the other guys planning on staying sober and watching you.

“I think that’s enough for you, __,” he chuckled as you gulped the last bit of your drink and put it back on the table. You looked up at him, pout clearly visible on your lips.

“Just one more, Jimin. I promise it’ll be the last one,” you held up one finger.

“No,” he tsked. “You’ve had too much already, I can already see the headache you’re gonna have tomorrow.”

“You’re no fun,” you poked his chest with the finger you held up and he only laughed. The pout you had on was quickly replaced with a giggle of your own. “You have a cute laugh, Jimin.”

“Thanks, __,” he considered you being drunk a privilege since you couldn’t see the slight pink covering his cheeks.

“You’re welcome. You have a cute everything, actually. Cute face. Cute eyes. Cute nose. Cute cheeks,” you pinched his cheeks for emphasis. You paused for a second, and he nearly felt his heart fall into his stomach when he saw your gaze fall to his lips. “Cute lips.” Your voice was lower now, barely heard over the music.

Your fingers unconsciously moved from his cheeks, until your forefinger and middle finger grazed his soft lips. He visibly gulped. He looked to your eyes but found them fixed on his lips. He almost leaned in. Almost. But then he remembered.

You were drunk.

“I should take you home, it’s getting late.” His voice was choked a bit so he cleared his throat before grabbing your hand and moving it down. “Come on.”

You nodded and got up as well, wobbling slightly on your feet from the drinks you’ve had. You said goodbye to the guys but they were clearly too drunk to reply properly, as you were. You saw the other three doing some stupid shit somewhere but you only giggled drunkenly as Jimin shook his head and pulled you by the hand behind him.

You stared down at your entwined hands, thinking to yourself how much you enjoyed the warm touch. His hand was so nice to look at, but even nicer to hold. Palms soft yet firm, making you feel entirely secure, even in your drunker state. Your eyes followed up to the arm that the hand belonged to, then to the man that the arm belonged to. Even the back of his head was handsome, why had you never noticed that before.

You suddenly had the urge to be closer to him, and as soon as you stepped foot outside the club, you moved closer and looped your arm in his, your body sticking to his side completely. His body tensed for a mere second, but he only looked down at you and smiled softly and squeezed the hand that was placed around his arm.

You walked in silence to his car, the only sound being the click of your heels against the ground. He opened the car door for you as soon as you reached it, and you climbed in, resting your head back against the seat and watching as he walked to the other side of the car. He got in and buckled himself up, moving to start the car before he turned to you.

“Sweetheart, put on your seatbelt.”

You didn’t know if it was the drinks you had, or the pet name he just called you by, but you felt your head spin slightly.

“Huh?” You mumbled. He chuckled and shook his head, not bothering to reply as he leaned over to you to do it himself.

You found it strange how your heart immediately seemed to speed up when he got closer to you. It was kind of overwhelming really. You could smell his cologne clearly like this, and its smell was addicting. You could practically feel the warmth radiate from his body, because he was just that type of person, you know? You could see a tiny, barely there freckle that couldn’t even be seen unless you were mere inches from each other, which you were.

You didn’t even notice that he’d already buckled you up until he looked up so his eyes met yours, but still didn’t move away. You breathed deeply, letting out a soft sigh as eyes so beautiful stared back at you, cursing yourself for never noticing how truly, intricately enchanting they were.

“All done,” he mumbled, still not moving away.

“Thanks,” you gulped.

But then he leaned back quickly once again and cleared his throat. starting up the car and driving off.

You both let out shaky sighs simultaneously.

When he parked in front of your building, he got out of the car and quickly made his way to your door, helping you out. You stumbled slightly after having been sat down but he was quick to steady you with an arm around your waist, and he kept it there as he walked with you to your apartment building after locking his car.

You found yourself, once again, leaning into his warmth and he tightened his arm around you. As you reached the elevator, you clicked the button and waited. You couldn’t help but look up at him. God, why did it take so many drinks for you to actually look at this man and appreciate every single aspect of him? This should be done while you’re sober and completely sane, so that you could put every single inch of him to memory, so that you wouldn’t ever manage to forget a single detail.

You hoped you would remember that tomorrow.

He looked down to see you already staring at him, and you were even more mesmerized when your eyes met his. His face was so damn close now, and your heels helped in being much closer to his face. Fuck. You just couldn’t fucking help it anymore.

You leaned forward and caught his lips with yours, and he stumbled slightly with the sudden force of the kiss. However, his surprise only got him for two seconds before he immediately wrapped you up in his arms and you brought your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his hair.

God, this felt so good.

But then the ding of the elevator sounded and he quickly but gently pushed you away, one arm still around your waist. Both of you were breathing heavily, your eyes frantically searching each other’s.

“__, sweetheart. You shouldn’t… You’re drunk,” he sighed, stroking your hair and bringing it away from your eyes.

“But,” you stepped closer once again, pecking his lips fast before he could stop you. You felt a sudden wave of confidence. Your mind was hazy, partially from the amount of alcohol you’d consumer throughout the night. But still. "I want you,“ you breathed out.

"God,” he whispered and closed his eyes. He brought his forehead down to rest against yours, breathing in deeply then letting it out slowly. “You’re drunk,” he repeated, as though convincing himself rather than you. “Come on.”

He pulled you in the elevator, pressing the button to your floor. You leaned against him, your head in the crook of his neck. You couldn’t help but place your lips there, barely grazing the skin. It just seemed so soft and inviting, and he smelled so good you felt intoxicated.

His eyes fluttered shut when you pressed a soft kiss there, your hand resting against his firm chest, slowly going up and down the solid expanse. But once again, he was awoken by the ding of the elevator and he grabbed the hand that was on his chest to pull you out of the elevator and to your apartment.

He managed to help you find your apartment key from your purse and unlocked it to let you in. You immediately kicked off your heels and dropped down to your height, and he found himself smiling at how adorable that was.

However, that adorableness was quickly swept away when as soon as he closed the door, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up on your tippy-toes to bring your face closer to his. “Can I kiss you now?” You whispered, your nose grazing against his. His hands found your waist, fingers gripping into the skin.

“Baby..” The name slipped out without him realizing it, and it only dazed you even more. “Let me take you to bed. You should sleep this off, yeah?”

“Jimin,” you whined out. “I’m not even that drunk, I only had like-”

“Eight drinks? Yeah, I counted,” he grasped onto the self control he kept especially reserved for when he was around you and pushed you away. “Now, come on. Off to bed.”

You pouted like a little kid but turned around nonetheless, and you tripping on your own two feet was enough proof that he’d made the right decision, even if he wanted oh so badly to kiss you and ravish you till the sun came up.

He got you in bed, and after whining for a few seconds about him being a 'buzz kill’, you dozed off.

The corners of his mouth slid upwards and his eyes sparkled at the sight of you all cozied up in blankets. He rarely ever got to see you asleep, less than a handful of times when you’d doze off on the couch when you were all hanging out. And he always appreciated those moments. You looked so peaceful and soft and tender, just begging to be held and cuddled up to.

But he restrained, only leaning down and placing a feather light kiss to your forehead before making his way outside.

He sighed. Tonight, he’d reached a whole new level of self control he never knew he could exhibit.


You two hadn’t spoken of that night, but you would be fucking dumb not to notice the change that happened after that.

Despite him thinking you were too shitfaced to remember anything from that night, you still remembered that kiss. It was clear and vivid in your mind, how could you manage to forget? You groaned and buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment when the memory hit you, knowing you were drunk and you came on too strong. And Jimin was just too nice to push you away and tell you to manage on your own in your state of drunkenness.

So you settled for keeping your lips shut and saving yourself the embarrassment.

And Jimin didn’t utter a word either, thinking you completely forgot about the whole thing, and if you did, you weren’t planning on mentioning it.

But even a blind person could see the change between the two of you. The change in how you acted around each other, looked at each other, talked to each other. The hugs that were more frequent and lasted just half a second longer, but that half a second truly did count. The touches that looked purely accidental, but truly weren’t. His hand would brush against yours, and when you’d look up to him, he would be looking somewhere else. His arm always managing to rest behind you whenever you two would be sitting next to each other, slowly moving closer until it was practically wrapped around your shoulder.

Those little changes.

And then there was Kim Taehyung. That kid seemed to go from subtle teasing to downright shameless.

“You two want to bone each other so bad.”

“Kim Taehyung if  you don’t shut your fucking mouth..”

“What? It’s true..”

He just wouldn’t let up. He knew there was something, and it was practically impossible for you to just grow some balls and get it over with, and he was too impatient to wait for that.


“Move your ass out of the way,” he groaned from his spot on the couch, trying to look around you and see the TV, engrossed in the game show he’d just caught on to.

“Where the hell is my beanie, Kim Taehyung? It’s my favorite one and I know it’s your favorite too so where is it?” You snapped, hands on your hips in a pose that made you look somewhat motherly, but goddammit he just brought out that side of you.

Jimin sat next to Taehyung, amusement clear on his face as he enjoyed watching the two of you bicker rather than the TV show.

“I told you __, I don’t know,” he whined out. “I can just buy one on my own, why the hell would I steal yours when I know I’m gonna get shit from you!”

“Oh, bite me. You were the one who wore it last, so just tell me where the hell you put it so that-”

You were cut off with your own squeak when he grabbed your arm and pulled you down. However, it wasn’t towards him. Oh no, it was to his right. Jimin let out an 'oomph’ when you landed on his lap, his hands immediately gripping your hips to steady you. Your hands were on his chest, and you thanked god your knee hadn’t landed in a way to hit a certain sensitive area.

But then you realized how close you two were. His face right in front of yours, stray strands of hair falling forward onto your face because of the sudden force of your fall, some even tickling his face because of your proximity.

To say the least, your breath was quite literally knocked out of you, your lips agape as you stared at him in chock, and he reciprocated the look you held.

You gulped when one of his hands came up and pushed your hair away from your face, and dear god you could’ve fucking melted right there because this just felt too familiar to you.

“Oh my god.”

Taehyung’s groan awakened you both from your trance, and you immediately jumped up, hastily brushing back your hair and fixing your clothes. You cleared your throat and  tried to find the right words to say, not even in the right state of mind to think about choking your poor excuse of a best friend who was smirking at you as if it were his fucking job.

“I should, erm.. Yeah, see you guys later.”

You walked quickly to the front door, bumping into Hoseok along the way, muttering out a quick apology.

“What’s up with her?”

“Oh nothing, she and Jimin just almost kissed-”

“Would you mind your fucking business for once Taehyung?” You heard Jimin groan out before you left the dorms.


“Jimin, just kiss her already. Seeing you guys like this is torture.”

You couldn’t help it. You had to hear where this was going, even if Taehyung was being an annoying prick who couldn’t keep his nose out of other people’s business. You wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Taehyung, for the last time. Get off my back, okay? It’s none of your business.”

“But you two clearly like each other, only one kiss will-”

“We have kissed, you idiot.”

Your eyes widened.

“What?” Taehyung gasped. “You’re telling me this now? When did that happened? Where? I mean - how? Did you two sleep together? Why aren’t-”

“She was drunk, Tae,” Jimin sighed, and you heard shifting before he continued talking. “She was drunk,” he repeated. “I don’t even know if she remembers it. And if she does, she hasn’t said anything about it, which clearly means she regrets it.”

You heart clenched in guilt, he thought you regretted it?

“Have you not seen the way she’s been acting around you?” Taehyung said in an incredulous tone.

“Maybe she just feels awkward around me after that night,” he sighed again, and it took everything in you not to shout 'no’ at the top of your voice, but you had to be patient. This had to be done properly. “Stop forcing her into stuff with me, I don’t like it, Tae. If there’s something, it’ll happen.”

But then, for once, you felt like you needed that push to grow some balls and do something. And you knew you’d regret it later because then Tae would never let you hear the end of it, but you needed his help.


“Hey, __.” He greeted you with a large smile and a tight hug that you savored before letting go and smiling up at him. “Tae just texted me. Is he here already?” He asked as he walked into he living room, confused when he saw no one there.

“Erm,” you walked behind him and scratched the back of your neck nervously. “No, he’s not.”

“That kid, he’s always late-”

“Actually,” you interrupted him and he looked up at you from where he’d taken a seat on the couch. “He’s not coming?”

His eyebrows rose up in surprise, but then a tinkling of a smile showed on his lips. “Did he cancel again? That prick..”

“I asked him to text you to come over because I’m too much of a wimp to do it myself,” you blurted out.

This time, pure surprise was shown over his face, no smile hidden there as he tried to interpret what you had to say carefully. You slowly walked over to him and sat down right next to him, sideways so that your knee was brushing against his thigh.

“You could’ve just texted me, __. You know I’d come if you asked.” His words were simple but they definitely held a deeper meaning to them , and the soft look he held in his eyes gave you that bit of courage that you needed.

“Well, yeah, but..” You leaned forward slowly. “I was kind of nervous because there’s something that I’ve been wanting to do. Ever since that night..”

His eyes flickered down to your lips as you came closer.

“You remember?” He mumbled.

You nodded.

“You don’t regret it?”

You shook your head.

“Does that mean I can kiss you?”

Another nod.

He rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds, before shifting his head just slightly and giving you a gentle kiss. He pulled away after feeling your lips and looked into your eyes, both of your breathing shallow and shaky. But then he couldn’t control himself anymore and grabbed both sides of your head, bringing you into a desperate kiss full of tongue and teeth, laced with desperation and want that had been held back for far too long.

He carefully started pushing you back until your body laid back completely against the couch, and he made his way in top of you. Your hands started roaming, having a mind of their own. Yours traveled across his back and torso, feeling every inch of muscle and inviting soft skin. His hands gripped your thighs and rubbed them up and down every once in a while, enjoying the feel of your bare skin that was exposed because of your shorts.

“Jimin..” Your whisper was meant for his ears only, and he never thought he’d enjoy the sound of hearing his own name before. He peppered kisses down your neck, small kisses turning more passionate and hungry, his tongue sneaking out to have a taste of the skin he’d been dying to get his mouth on for who knows how long.

There was nothing on your mind but Jimin. Only Jimin. With each mind-numbing kiss he gave you, any thought unrelated to him evaporated from your mind. Your body was heating up with each touch he gave you, and with each new patch of skin he discovered.

“We need-” He panted in between pressing kisses and sucking a hicky to a certain spot at the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “We need to go to the bedroom..”

In seconds, you found yourself in your bedroom being thrown on the bed, after Jimin had stumbled through the hall with you in his arms, trying to find his way to the bedroom successively without moving his lips away.

Clothes were thrown everywhere, and then the room was filled with the sound of your pants, and his mouth moving against your heat in the most delicious of ways. The sucking noises his mouth made as he sucked on your clit, or the wet slick noise when his tongue moved faster against you, so lewd and erotic. It had you bucking your hips up to him, moaning his name loudly and grabbing his hair to push him closer.

“Jimin, fuck -"you cried out when you felt him slowly insert one of his fingers into you, pushing it all the way until it was knuckle deep before he started thrusting.

Your panting was even faster now, your chest heaving up and down quickly with each breath you tried to catch. Your eyes were closed and your head was thrown back, but then you suddenly remembered that you wanted to see this, all of this. You needed to see everything.

You looked down, and the sight only had you clenching tightly around his finger. Those plump lips slicked and shiny with your wetness, his tongue slipping out to taste you. His lips would wrap around your clit every few seconds, earning loud desperate cries from you in return. But what had you going the most was the look in his eyes.

His eyes weren’t staring up at you, they were fixed on the sight right in front of him, watching with the look of a starved man who wanted to completely and wholly devour you with everything he had.

"Fuck! Fuck yes.”

The sight was cut off from you when you threw your head back against the mattress, unable to take it when you felt another finger enter you while he simultaneously sucked on your clit. “God this feels so good..” Your words were whimpered out, and you were sure he heard them when you heard and felt his approving hum against you.

He pulled his mouth away from your for a little bit, finally looking up t the sight of you flushed and wrecked from his mouth and fingers only. “Your pussy tastes so good, baby.” His tone was soft in contrast to his words.

“Baby. Jimin, Jimin I’m coming..” Your words were rushed out and frantic, trying to warn him, but he only quickened the pace of his fingers and leaned down once again to get his tongue on you. “Oh fucking - fuck Jimin!”

Your back arched and your thighs tensed up, clenching around his head as he continued to move his fingers and mouth against you to ride out your high, and you would’ve thought you were choking him with your thighs if it weren’t for the pleased groan he let out against you and the soft squeeze he gave to your thighs.

Your back flopped down against the bed as you tried to control your breathing, finally relaxing when you felt him retreat his tongue and fingers. He placed soft kisses to the insides of your thighs, running his hands up and down your skin for a few seconds before he started to make his way up your body.

The look he gave you was lustful yet full of love, probably a deadly combination and a warning that he, for sure, wasn’t anywhere near done with you.



“Fuck!” Your voice was practically a squeal, and you weren’t one to be blamed with the way Jimin was pounding you into the mattress, head resting against the pillows, ass up and his for the taking. “Jimin, please don’t stop.”

“Not planning on it,” he groaned out, and you let out another squeal, this one caused from both surprise and pleasure, when his hand came down harshly against your ass, accompanied with a hard thrust that had you flying forward.

This was the third time you were going at it, and you could already tell it wouldn’t be the last one for the night. It seemed as though your lust for each other was insatiable, and who were you two to keep it that way?

“Uh, fuck,” you didn’t care how whiny your moans sounded at the moment because you were getting fucked good by the man you wanted for a long time, and he was clearly appreciating you being vocals as his thrusts got faster and harsher with each sound you made.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he breathed out. “All mine. Gonna fuck you for hours, baby, till you fucking beg me to stop.”

He leaned his body down so his torso was completely flush against your back, sweaty skin sticking to the other as he sandwiched you between his body and the mattress. His hips stopped moving as one of his elbows rested near your head for leverage, with his other hand grabbed yours tightly and held it against the mattress. He said nothing as he moved some of the hair that was stuck to the back of your neck with his nose before he placed his lips there softly.

Then his hips slowly started back up, the angle hitting you so much deeper, and you couldn’t describe how much the euphoria heightened with the feeling of his every limb stuck and tangled with yours. His legs keeping your legs spread open to his liking, his toes clenching against your own each time he flexed to move his hips. His hips flush against your ass, feeling him move every single muscle against you.

It just felt too much, you felt like you were going to scream. So you dropped your head to the pillow still beneath your head, your mouth biting into the soft material to hold in your desperate cry when he reached a spot so deep in you, it had you seeing stars. He stilled his hips there for a few seconds and you felt like you were going to cry. But Jimin clearly didn’t approve of you trying to tone down your noises, removing his hand from yours to grip the pillow and remove it from your face before throwing it away somewhere.

With your hand now free, you grabbed at the headboard desperately when he started moving his hips again, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth hanging open. “Jimin. Fuck.. Fuck yes! Faster, faster.”

HIs movements got faster and more erratice with each word you said until he was pounding you again, but fuck this was so much hotter because you could hear every fucking sound he made right against your ear. Those quick, short breaths that shook with his thrusts, the chocked back moans and groans. Your name. Your name leaving his lips was like liquid gold, just entirely too beautiful.

“__,” he groaned. “Come on, baby. You gotta come for me.”

As if to prove his words, his free hand wedged itself between the mattress and your body to make its way to your clit, and he didn’t waste a second to rub quick circles onto it, needing you to come right this second before he fucking exploded.

“Oh god, Jimin. There. Right there! Baby please don’t stop!” Your hand gripped the headboard tighter and he removed his elbow from the mattress to place his hand on top of yours, gripping tightly to gain as much leverage to keep fucking you good.

“I’m coming, yes - fuck yes,” you moaned out. “Jimin.”

You dragged his name out as you felt warmth spread through every single fiber of your body, your eyes closing as you were blinded with ecstasy. You panted and moaned and whimpered, wriggling beneath his body, sensitive to the thrusts he was still delivering to your weak body as he chased his own high.

“Fuck fuck fuck. __,” he groaned out, his hips stilling when he was buried balls deep inside you, and your head dropped against the mattress, eyes rolling back in pleasure when you felt his cock twitch and his warmth filling you only half a second later. His hand tightened around yours, and he removed them from the headboard to place them on the mattress near your heads. His head rested on your shoulder, his warm breaths running across your back in the most soothing way possible.

You two stayed that way for about half a minute before he decided to move and pull out of you. He dropped his body next to yours, both of you still panting and extremely sweaty, but he didn’t care and was quick to wrap you up on his arms and bringing you to rest on his chest.

You were quiet. There was still some talking you two needed to do. But at the moment, you settled for tracing shaped on his bare chest with the tip of your finger, before he slowly brought his hand up to yours, the tip of his finger nudging yours. t was a silent invitation, and you lifted your palm up without hesitation for him to entwine his fingers with yours.

You both squeezed simultaneously and then he brought them up to his lips and pressed a tiny kiss to your hand.

For once, you were actually pretty fucking grateful for Kim Taehyung’s meddling methods.

Kim Minseok//At Odds

Summary: You don’t think your soulmark will complete itself on the same day that it comes to be on your skin, yet it happens - and who’s on the other end, a matching tattoo adorned on their skin? Only Kim Minseok, a man who could not be any more different to you.
Scenario: soulmate!AU
Word Count: 6,584

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What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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The Money

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae

Rating: 18+ (Explicit Sex, Cartel!AU)

Word Count: 8,126

Summary:  It’s 1970′s Florida and the Baekhyun’s cartel has just been broken up by the feds. Still at large is the ninth member of the cartel, known only to federal agents as the Money. Jongdae is the Money and he has one job: keep it safe. Keep it safe, and try to get them the hell out. Part of The Cartel, a multi-author collaboration. 

Contributors: the always wonderful - @baebae-goodnight​ LOOK AT THIS MOODBOARD. Thank you to @eradikeats-writes for using her Yixing, and @the-porcelain-doll-xo for using her Chanyeol. 

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klance wedding headcanons

alright so a bunch of you asked for some klance wedding headcanons in response to the shallura wedding post and ho boy i am here to deliver 

(shoutout to @leg-defender again for idea bouncing with me!)

  • first off, the wedding is Big. because Lance’s family is HUGE and they gotta be involved in e v e r y t h i n g. they’re basically orchestrating the whole shebang along with the rest of the voltron crew. 
    • Lance’s family does a shitton of research on Korean weddings because they want to include traditions from Keith’s culture as well as Lance’s. 
      • An entire twenty-four hour day is spent with the whole team on computers, at libraries, calling old Korean friends and sending Shiro out to be the honorary diplomat. by the end of the day they could probably run their own program on the history channel.
  • Hunk, Lance’s mother, grandmother, and anyone else with even a fingernail of cooking talent are all on the Food Squad together because let’s be honest there is a lot of food to be made. 
    • nobody knows what kind of food Keith likes and they can’t ask Lance because it’s supposed to be a surprise so they have to send Pidge out for reconnaissance
      • Pidge has no idea how to navigate the situation and ends up trying to ask Keith what his favorite restaurant is in hopes of getting somewhere
      • his favorite restaurant is the Pizza Hut down the street
      • Pidge gives up and just tells everyone he likes traditional Korean food (which he does)
  • The “Bachelor Party” is just the whole original voltron crew having a fun night out of the town
    • they go to an arcade
    • Keith beats Lance in just about every game they play
    • minus the first person shooters and dance dance revolution
    • nobody beats Lance at dance dance revolution
    • nobody.
  • Hunk is pretty much Lance’s Maid of Honor, Shiro is Keith’s
    • Almost every single one of Lance’s siblings is a Bridesmaid/Groomsman
    • Keith doesn’t really have a lot of people to be his Groomsmen so Lance’s siblings take the position for his side too
    • They literally fight over who gets to be a Groomsman for Keith they all want to do it so bad
      • it makes Keith cry bc he never thought he’d be part of a big family like this and it just makes him Really Fucking Happy
  • Keith is kind of a fashion disaster and doesn’t know how to pick out what to wear so Lance’s five sisters immediately adopt him.
    • they spend the whole day shopping together
    • Lance has never seen someone get along with all of his sisters so well in his entire life
      • it’s actually a little freaky how well
      • Lance is Afraid
  • For the wedding Keith has his nails painted blue and Lance has his painted red
    • Lance’s little cousins do it for them so it’s kind of sloppy but it’s insanely fucking cute
  • Allura and Lance’s mom are the Decorating Dream Team
    • the whole venue looks like it just came off of a goddamn pintest board 
    • in the best way possible
    • Allura has added some more questionable decorations but what can you do
    • “Are those… goldfish bowls?” “Yes.” “Ok.”
  • Coran along with Lance’s like 98 year old great-grandmother are the ones who marry them
    • yes both of them
    • they both demanded to have the position so they had to share it
    • at first they didn’t get along so well but now they are best buddies for some odd reason
    • no one knows why they get along but they do so nobody’s complaining 
  • Lance starts bawling like three words into his vows
    • he can’t help it Ok it’s a Very Emotional Moment
    • the whole thing is rly sweet though because Keith just smiles Super Fucking Wide and wipes away his tears. Everyone’s heart in a 300 mile radius melts. If you weren’t crying before you sure as hell are now.
  • They kiss for Way Too Long during the ceremony. Pidge has to not-so-subtly kick Lance in the ankle and remind them not to suffocate eachother.
    • Lance is so getting Pidge later for that.
    • he never actually gets Pidge later for that.
  • The reception is really just One Huge Fun Dance Party 
    • basically everyone is drunk but in the best way possible
    • there is karaoke 
      • Lance forces Keith to come on stage with him and sing
      • except Lance chooses a song in Spanish and Keith has n o i d e a what he’s doing
      • the only part of the song Keith gets is this really slow line when he looks Lance right in the eyes and says “Besame, te amo”
      • it’s a one-hit-KO 
      • Lance is #gone
      • he forgets how to speak spanish altogether and just starts sputtering random words that translate to things like “my entire bathtub is green” and the spanish rendition of the happy birthday song
  • They all unanimously decide to eat the cake before dinner.
    • They wish they had an excuse for breaking out the cake before dinner but they don’t. The just really want to see the cake Hunk has been bragging about making for weeks.
    • the cake is so beautiful Lance starts crying again
    • honestly nobody can really blame him is is one hell of a cake
  • Shiro’s toast speech is like 10 minutes of roasting Keith and Lance for all the dumb shit they’ve done over the years
    • “I remember when you two had a contest to see who could eat more cheese logs–”
    • “Or the time when you both hung upside down so long you passed out and we had to take you to the ER—”
    • “And there was The Poison Ivy Incident last March–”
    • “Oh don’t even get me started on the Slip ‘N Slide race—”
      • “Shiro… Please…. Let Us Live………”
  • alas 20 minutes into the actual dinner a Huge food fight breaks out
    • It. Is. Chaos.
    • Everybody participates. Nobody is spared. 
    • Food is e v e r y w h e r e but honestly who cares they’re having a blast.
    • There is a running debate to this day over how it started
      • “Keith started it! With the potatoes!”
      • “I did not, it was all Lance and his stupid carrots!”
      • “Allura is the one who launched the peas,”
      • “Excuse me?! Shiro dumped the fruit punch”
      • “Only after Hunk threw the rice cakes!”
      • “Oh no don’t you drag me in to this–”
  • In conclusion, it’s absolute Chaos but it’s the most fun, exciting, Lance-and-Keith-like wedding anybody’s been to in like a million years and nobody leaves without a smile on their face and one hell of a story to tell.
P R E S S U R E { 1 }

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Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 6,748

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, cursing

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.



I didn’t mean to start dating Min Yoongi. I’d simply gone into New York City. I had taken the day off from work weeks in advance and gone in with my friends then ran into him at Bryant Park. I’d heard BTS before, but honestly, I had no clue that they were there at that time. I later learned it was for some meeting, but we never really talked about the details of one of our favorite days.

We’d made eye contact. He was in front of the fountain taking pictures of it and himself, and I’d noticed him out of the corner of my eye. When we tell this story, he likes to say that I was staring at him with heart eyes. In reality, I watched him for 10 seconds and within that time he’d notice me and given me a coy smile. Then he jogged back over to Jimin and Namjoon and I shook my head clear of that and back into my friends conversation.

I hadn’t noticed the 3 boys following us across the street into Kinokuniya Bookstore. We simply went across the street to look at the manga, figures, and all of the cute stationary. I was there with my two best friends, Alicia and Julianna. They had wandered off, crying about some manga about stray dogs and I was alone in the basement of the store, looking at the stationary when I felt a heat on the back of my neck. I always got nervous when I was alone, simply because I had some terrible anxiety.

I was the mom friend in the group, so I had to take charge in certain situations. For some reason, inside of flight I choose fight. Boy, was it the right choice. I’d turned around the see who was staring at me and it was him, Him with his blonde hair. Him with his soft face. Him with his all black outfit and snapback, hiding from the world.

Before I got the chance to ask why he was staring at me, he stepped closer and held out his hand.

“Min Yoongi.” he introduced and I shook it.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Can I asked why a perfectly good stranger has been watching me like some creep.”

He chuckled. I melted. “Well, I can’t help myself to do anything, but to look at you. You kind of have my full attention and I also thought it was a little creepy. Obviously, you noticed me. So, I thought I would introduce myself.”

“What a gentleman.”

“You know, they have this cute little cafe on the top floor. Wanna come get lunch with me?”

His english was a little broken, but I managed to catch his drift and pick up on what he was saying. The way he spoke was almost rehearsed. Later, I found out that Namjoon helped him learn this little monologue so he could speak to me.

Then it was all a part of history. Our history. The six of us had a lunch together and Yoongi and I hit it off. He was trying so hard to speak my language, even though Namjoon had to help him a bunch. He was so… into me. It was crazy. I’d never had such an instant spark with someone, especially someone so reserved at first. I had always had this weird outgoing, loud guy type.

He was so captivating. He still is. Anyways, that’s how it started. After that lunch, he’d invited us to their concert that night. When I carried on, stressing out about how I had nothing to wear, he just waved me off. My girlfriends laughed at my constant need to worry about the silliest things in the world, just stating “This is how I was.” and that “he’d have to get used to it”. Which he responded with, “I plan on it.”.

On the way out of the store, he grabbed my hand and led me down the avenue. We were both totally aware he had no idea where he was off to, but he’d decided I was going to get a whole new outfit then stay at his hotel. I’d felt like I’d known Min Yoongi for years. His personality just vibed with me and the hotel part didn’t even come across in a creepy way? Then we shopped and went to his show.

Obviously, the next day he was gone. Off to some other city. But he never left me. My days were full of constant texts and calls. My weeks became filled with him flying in whenever he had a day off. My months were made up of stolen kisses and my year ended up in a relationship. It was a secret and we could handle it. The constant separation made keeping this secret from his record label so much easier.

Until 2 years later. 2 years into my bliss, we were caught by one of his fans. He’d flown in for the weekend and one of them had followed the car he got picked up in from the airport all the way to a parking lot of a Mcdonald’s where he hopped into my car. We were in for some shit, let me tell you. My mentions were filled and so was my phone. BigHit now owned me in a way, sadly. After signing a bunch of contracts about how I wasn’t playing Yoongi and that I couldn’t run away with his money and I couldn’t reveal more intimate parts of him and if we got married I had none of his BTS assets and all of that dumb shit, I thought it had died down.

The armys didn’t hate me. Well, obviously some did, but the others made me feel welcome. Made me feel less scared about going public with my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 3 years. I was very straight forward with the things I could talk about and did whatever his record label asked me to. At first, it started with an hour long interview, talking about myself and us. Why we kept this all a secret and such. It ended with them surprising me with what I thought was a skype call, but Yoongi ended up being there. After 4 months.

When we were on the skype call, he told me to close my eyes for a moment so he could put on something silly or whatever. Then I smelt him, as weird as it sounds. He wore my favorite cologne and I started crying before he wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds I was buried into his chest, sobbing, as he held his hands on my face. He wiped away my tears for camera effect, but he also made sure to block my face from the limelight. He knew I’d be even more upset if there were suddenly gifs of me hysterical on the internet.

So, blah blah blah, right? Now, I’ll bring us to today. Currently, I was hiding in the fridge at my job at a super market deli. My manager knew I was in here and I was even preparing food in here to go in the showcase. Currently there were a bunch of pre-teen girls standing at the counter, all looking for me. It’d been like this for the past week and my manager Steve happened to feel bad for me today.

A few hours earlier, my twitter started to go crazy. The Big Hit account had decided to use me for some retweets and tweeted out my work address. So now it looked like I was having a fucking meet and greet, so I decided to be trapped in the fridge. Yep.

Steve walked in and kind of chuckled at me as I packed some yams into a dinner container. “I know you’re having a hard time out there, but we could really use you. It’s a little busy out there. It’s your meet and greet after all.” Then he broke into a full on laughter, patting his chest, to make sure he could still breathe at the end of it. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. “I’m glad you’re sticking this out, you know, taking one for the team back here.”

In all reality, I wanted to ask to go home. It was starting to get cold and I forgot a jacket, but I needed the money. Not all of us could be K-pop idols and I didn’t want to really want to have to rely on him for money. Well, he sort of ruined my job. And my life. Maybe I could bill him for work interruption. I’ll sue him. That’s it, I’ll sue him. I’m not exactly sure for what yet, but I texted informing him about the lawsuit. He didn’t respond.

He also didn’t respond to my 20 other texts messages freaking out about the armys at my job or about how his record label was trying to sabotage our relationship. He was probably in the middle of overworking himself in whatever country he was in today. I had stopped trying to keep up with each individual one and just knew the basic area of where he was. I think it was Korea. Or maybe Japan. I knew it wasn’t America. That was in half a week.

They had a 2 weeks vacation and he’d decided to spend it with me. Every time he got a break, he tried to waste it all on me. I always bullied him into going home to be with his family or spend time with the band and the last 4 days would be reserved for us. This time he’d convinced me to let him stay with me the whole time. He’d even called my store and requested the two weeks off for me as he planned whatever he was going to do. So, starting Monday I would no longer be trapped here, I guess.

As soon as all of the dinner were packed, I stacked them onto a tray and kicked open the fridge door, subsequently hitting one of the chef’s, Mike, with it. “Ahh, she emerges.” he joked, pushing my hat lower over my eyes. “Maybe you should go say hi to them. They’ve been here since your shift started.” He nodded at the 50 girls filling up the coffee lounge outside of the deli. I swished my mouth back and forth, debating the situation. “I’ll go with you, if that’s what you need. I know you want to, nervous nelly.”

I put the dinners down and grabbed my bag on my way back to my tundra. I pulled up the step ladder and took out my makeup bag, deciding now would be a good time to look good. Of course I wanted to go meet the girls. They made my boyfriend happy and support him. They support us. I guess it really did look bad if I hid all day. I was just so anxious about the entire situation. I wasn’t the famous one. I was kind of just riding along with the love of my life who happened to be a bit popular.

I pulled off my hat and took out the ponytail within my hair. I ran my hands through it and of course it was already a bit knotted. Nothing could ever be easy in my life. Whatever, this was for him. For his label. In the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that everyone out there would jump me for dating him, but they were there. Here to see me. Hell, what do I even do? I work, I’m not even in school, and I sing in a band that purely plays in my friends garage because we can’t get our act together to even have a name.

I stood up and cleared my throat a bunch. When I got nervous my voice seemed to crack and I stepped out of my tomb. “Wish me luck.” I said to the guys I worked with and they just laughed and waved me off.

I pushed open the double doors and heard a few noises come from the direction I was headed in. “H-Hey guys.” I smiled, giving a little wave to the girls as they proceeded to run over to me and surround me. First, it started slow. I thought maybe they’d kind of stare at me from a distance, but oh no. Of course nothing can be civil and easy with me, can it?

They started getting closer to me and snapping selfies all around me, throwing out questions about Yoongi.

“What’s he like in bed?” I can’t discuss that. I legally can’t.

“Is this just a publicity thing? So the armys can feel like they have a chance?” No, I’m in love with him. He’s in love with me.

“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes me feel so shitty.” I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t feel that way. You’re absolutely beautiful.

“Is BTS gonna tour here soon?” I don’t know.

“Why have you been hiding from us? What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?” Nothing. I was so scared. I’m so scared.

I wanted to respond to everything. I wanted to defend myself. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, everything was trapped in my thoughts. I just smiled for all of the pictures and videos they were taking of and with me. I didn’t start to cry until I heard Steve yell for me behind the deli counter, asking if I was alright. Then I became hysterical. I covered my face and closed my eyes, only to hear him running across the wooden floor. He lightly pushed through the girls and pulled me out of there, back to my safe haven of the deli fridge.

Fuck.


I’d been excused to leave work early after that and Steve told me not to come in the next day either. After a little bit of a fight about it, he told me to start my days off early and that he’d talk to his boss about asking if those can be paid vacation days. I knew he’d say no however. The store manager had been pushing for me to work more because of all of the business I’d been bringing in by simply working there. We were up by around half a grand a day and boy did that make him look good.

When I pulled into my driveway, I unplugged the aux cord from my car and dialed one of the numbers I knew by heart. Yoongi’s international number. I rarely called him without asking, but I knew he had my phone call volume on. Only when it was an emergency I’d phone him right away.

It rang three times. “Mmmm, baby? What’s up?” Oh, he sounded so sleepy. I felt bad for about 5 seconds before I started yelling.

“How could you sleep through all of my messages? Boy, have I had a day.” I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me, only locking the top lock. I threw myself on the couch as I heard him groaning about sitting up to check his phone.

“Facetime.” Then he hung up and face timed me this time. By this point, I was upside down on my couch with a red face and an angry expression. I hit the green button. “You look so grumpy.” He chuckled.

“I am grumpy. Please don’t go on twitter for a few days?”

“So, armys were at your job.” I saw his face sink a little as he leaned against the wall.

I sat upright and fixed my hair in the camera mirror. “I kind of started crying and I got excused from work until after my vacation days. They probably think I’m crazy, Gloongs.”

“You’re calling me Gloongs? Look at you. The new dwarf in Snow White. Mopey.”

“I’m gonna hang–”

“No. Please no. You’re not okay. I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.” Then he hung up.

The way he went about his life was so weird to me sometimes. Knowing him, he was back asleep already too. Sleeping sounded like a pretty good idea, actually. I knew I could never take a nap, it was something I had learned to deal with. I’d always wished I could just pass out like my boyfriend. He had this uncanny ability to simply close his eyes and be somewhere else.

I stood from the purple couch in my living room and walked the total 10 feet to my bedroom. I swung open the door and fell straight onto my bed. The phone charger I kept next to my bed was gone and then I just let out my anger by screaming. I didn’t give a fuck about my upstairs neighbor in this moment or the 5 open windows in the little apartment my mother and I stayed in.  I was just frustrated.

The plug had fallen on the floor off of my mattress, luckily. Once my phone was charging, I called up my best friend Alicia. She didn’t pick up and I knew she was also asleep. Of course two of the most important people in my life had these weird sleeping habits I couldn’t get myself into. I could barely sleep as it was, let alone throughout the day.

I called her again as fast as I could. Normally after the first phone call, she grabbed her phone to turn off the volume for the second call. I always begged her not to because if there was a second call it was important, but she didn’t give a shit. It was almost crazy to me how my boyfriend and best friend were so alike. I really couldn’t fathom how I could handle two of them let alone one, but I did it. I guess my type had changed.

I must have called fast enough because I was met with a groan and a, “Ugh, what do you need?”

“Hey,” I almost choked up? I wasn’t sad, just stressed. “Can we do something?”

“Guardians 2 just came out, if you can get us tickets.” Usually, I was met with a no and that she was going back to bed. “What’s wrong with you?”

I put my phone on speaker and opened up the Chrome browser, typing in showtimes near us. “Oh, you know. I’m just casually getting stalked.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s karma.”

“For what?!”

“Dating a superstar. A hot, lazy version of me though. Yeah. Karma.” she broke into a fit of chuckles and I heard her get up and start rummaging through her clothes. “Do I have to dress nice? Am I going to get followed by some paparazzi?” I could hear her trying not to laugh.

“I’m wearing jeans and a fucking hoodie. The next show time is in 40 minutes, I got us side seats. I’m coming to pick you up.” Then I hung up, grabbed my keys, and ran out my door.


The movie was amazing, but my phone call with Yoongi later was not. Halfway through the movie, I remembered that he had wanted to see it with me. Boy, I wasn’t ready for the angry rant I was about to get, but I stayed up til 2 am for it anyways.

“Hey, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was in the arena in whatever place he was in now, getting ready for his show. “How are you, what’d you do after our call last night? Or your day time.”

“I went to the movies with Ali-”

“No you didn’t.” Oh no. He interrupted me. He was onto me, he knew. “Are you kidding me? I planned the tour around us seeing this movie during my vacation days!” He was screaming now. I heard Hoseok in the background asking him to calm down and heard my precious boyfriend slapping him away. “You know what? I’m done.”

“Done? Dude, come on.”

“You’re fucking coming to Korea on the next flight and we’re seeing it together. You’re off from work anyways, I’m not taking no as an answer. Hoseok, please take my card and find her a flight. I’d do it, but she won’t pack anything that she needs if I hang up to look.”

He was right, sadly. For such a put together person I over packed unessential stuff no matter where I was going. Day trips, week trips, I packed my entire room up for those.  “Don’t make him book me a ticket. I can buy my own.”

He broke into a fit of laughter. “Shut up, no you can’t. I got you out of work, so let me compensate by paying. You also can’t argue with me because it’s done. Check your email.”

He was right, I couldn’t. The flight was in about 3 hours and I was an hour away from the airport, so I started to pack. He scolded me about packing 3 times the clothes I needed when it only a four day trip. They had three more shows left to end their tour and would be in the same area for all of them. So I didn’t have to feel guilty about more travel expenses and such like I always did.

Of course I knew he had the money to spend and such, but that was the thing. I didn’t want to be pampered by him at all times just because he could. I liked being able to support myself and not feeling like I was using him for his money. I was so in love with this kid and I had been for the last few years and that was the last thing I wanted him to believe.

Yeah, I was working a part time minimum wage job and he was touring the world, but I didn’t need him for such small expenses. Even though I guess a plane ticket wasn’t small. On the cab ride to JFK airport, I was just enveloped in my thoughts about him that I didn’t even realize when we had arrived. I was forced out of my head by a loud honk and the man in the front seat telling me to get out. I passed up a 50 dollar bill and grabbed my larger than I should have suit case out of the trunk.

I never really began going to airports and flying before Yoongi. It was such a normal thing to him, but to me it was so extravagant. Not even including where you’re going, flying on an airplane was just such a cool concept to me. So I took it all in every time. Even if it fucked me over in the end. Which you already knew it did. I never slept, so my jet lag was extra bad during these. I just watched movie after movie, every time. There was truly nothing else to do for me than take advantage of that. I got too anxious sleeping in front of people, even if they were perfectly good strangers.


Whenever my plane landed in South Korea, I always regretted not paying too much attention when Yoongi tried to teach me the language in depth. I knew some basic terms to get me around, but he had practiced English for so long and so hard for me, that I really did feel guilty for not learning his native tongue. It seemed to always be a lingering thought whenever I was in his homeland, but he made me feel silly for thinking that. Stating that I had no true reason to learn Korean and that he didn’t want me to get good at it so he could always talk shit about me without me truly understanding. As much as I wanted to believe that was a joke, I knew it wasn’t.

After grabbing my luggage, I looked around for one of the security guards I knew would be getting me. I pulled my hood lower on my head and looked for the sign that Yoongi probably wrote. Knowing him it would say something embarrassing.  There it was. Booboo buns. He even drew hearts around it. He was such a dick, even when he wasn’t here.

I gripped my rolling suitcase with a hard fist as I walked over to the burly man and waved. He complimented me with a smile and turned his back on me to follow to the car outside. He attempted to take my suitcase from me and I just responded with, “Aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida.” Meaning no thank you. One of the few terms I made sure to know along with where is the bathroom and a few other phrases.

Once I was in the familiar black van, I finally closed my eyes. I didn’t know how far the hotel was and I didn’t bother to ask. Well, I didn’t know how to ask and I had no service here to even text Yoongi I was on my way. He definitely knew though. For a lazy fuck he was on top of important shit; like getting me around a place where I could easily end up lost. As much as I prided myself on having good direction value.

Of course I didn’t sleep on the way to the hotel when that was purely all I wanted to do. The security guard parked the car in front of the hotel and left the hazards on. He simply walked me inside and I said thank you and he passed me a card with the room number and key. From the lack of people around here, I figured the boys were at their show. It was around 8 pm here now, so it was almost a perfect time for me to sleep.

I power walked to the elevator and once it dinged I went inside up to the 18th floor. I closed my eyes on the way up as I leaned against the mirror on the side of the elevator. I hope I didn’t leave a mark or anything. I was probably all gross from that plane ride. If I had the energy I’d shower, but I just wanted to knock out and I bet that the bed here was super comfortable. Nothing like my mattress on the floor back at home. Ding. I was here. Floor 18, room 22. Of course it was at the end of a long hallway. Of course.

At this point I was almost ready to crawl down the hallway, but instead I jogged. I figured I was alone, but I was wrong. During my sprint, I ran into random man and completely ate shit and fell. He said, “Sorry, sorry.” but continued running in the opposite direction of me. Awesome. Now I was tired and bruised and probably had fucking rug burn, but I was over it.  I stood up and just pushed the thought that I got to see Yoongi when I woke up. I swiped the card through room 22 and saw it. The beautiful, big bed. The door slammed behind me and I kicked off the moccasins I’d been wearing for the past almost 16 hours. A smile loomed over my face as I tiptoed over to the empty bed and stuffed myself into it. Within a minute, I was out like a light.


I was awoken by the light turning on, but the thing that pushed me into being awake was the stench that followed it. I coughed to clear my throat and sat up. I opened my eyes to a smiling Yoongi at the foot of the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the change, so he was a little blurry to me. “Why didn’t you shower there?” I asked. It totally wasn’t the first thing I wanted to say, but I kind of hurt a bit too much to move or yell.

“I wanted to see my girl.” His smile turned into one of my favorites. The gummy one. Then he crawled over to me, rubbing his fingers across the dimple that lined my face. “You’re so pretty… and bloody?” He chuckled, “Did you fall or something?” He peeled the blanket off of me and I was as confused as the look on his face. “Oh, come on. You fell?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. There were a bunch of scratches on my arm from the carpet that had torn just enough to bleed. Then I just ignored it, so here we were. “Yeah, I fell. I was super tired and ran into this guy-”

“Someone ran into you?” He pulled me into his smelly arms and squeezed me. “You didn’t yell at him? Shame. I love it when you’re a firecracker.” He kissed at my cheek, towards the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I missed you.”

He continued to leave small kisses around my face and I knew I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. I turned around so that I was looking at him and he had changed his hair. “Green?” My face lit up, “You did my favorite hair color again?!”

He bit at my nose, “Yeah. I gotta make sure this vacation is perfect for you.” He went back to kissing around my face. Whenever we met up, it always started like this. He missed the physical interaction, but never pushed me into anything, He always started slow.

“How was the show?”

“Amazing, as always, but I was so distracted knowing you were here and laying in my bed without me.” His kisses began to trail down the side of my face to my neck, his second favorite place to be at for a while.

“Can we shower? I don’t want to fuck you- No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck you really bad.”

“Blunt today?” he breathed hot air down my neck as he spoke in a sexy whisper.

“I’m gross and so are you, let’s shower.”

We both walked into the bathroom and started stripping each other. Nothing too sensual at first, until we were both in our undergarments. We both just looked at each other for a minute. Observed each other’s flaws and imperfections as if it was the first time seeing each other naked, but boy was it not. Honestly, I think that’s what made us love each other so much. Everything was always the same, but it was always new.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Yoongi breathed. He undid the clasp on my bra and as I took that off I felt his long fingers slide down my back to pull down my lacy panties I’d been in for probably the last day. I breathed out a gasped when he touched me. His fingers were cold even though the bathroom was slowly heating up. I pulled on the waistline of Yoongi’s boxers, suggesting for him to take them off. Even if we were caught in a moment, he couldn’t help but to slightly laugh at my little motions. I was never truly the one in charge of these situations, but considering it’s been about 3 months since we’d last seen each other, I was getting a little antsy.

He grabbed onto my hand and led me into the shower. As soon as I turned the shower on he started attacking my neck with little kisses. Nothing too aggressive, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise after each kiss. I turned around to face him. God, he was beautiful. We moved closer to each other and our lips finally connected. The kiss was soft and sweet. Then of course leave it to Yoongi become aggressive. With one swift motion, he lifted me off of the ground and made me wrap my legs around him. He pushed me into the tiled wall and I could feel him against my heat.

“You came all this way for me, I figured I might as well do something for you.” He said.

“That’s fine by me, daddy.” I teased. I could feel him fucking harden against me. It was really hot. I knew it was one of his kinks. He would never admit it to me but whenever I called him that it would almost instantaneously turn him on. Now that I did that, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. Aka, him getting mad if I called him anything other than that or sir. I did it anyways, him being mad was pretty hot in these cases.

“Yeah?” his voice was raspier now.

“Okay, Yoongi.” I smirked, excited for the outcome.

“Don’t you dare call me that now. You started this,” Yoongi growled. He let me sink a little bit again the wall, only to duck his shoulder under my left leg and put it on top. My breathing hitched as he got me into one of his favorite positions. Also because this was dangerous. We could die. Then it would be all my fault and his army would kill me.

I was taken back to the moment as he kitten licked up my slit and pulled away right before he got to my clit. He chuckled at the little gasping noise I made when he stopped and lifted up to touch me, but instead of going where I thought he cupped my chin. He smirked and kissed me so hard that I could almost feel the purple that my lip was going to be. He let go of my chin and began to lazily trail his hand down my body, making sure to go over my most sensitive parts in his little teasing session.

His eyes never left yours as he teased a digit inside, but quickly pulled it out. Before he started anything else he made sure I was secure against the wall and in his left hand. He did the same motion again with his middle finger and I gasped as the loss of touch.

“Please-” I begged, reaching for his wrist.

He slapped my hand away and squinted his eyes at me telling me to stop. This time he put in two fingers and curled them inside of me, my eyes closed from habit.  “I want you to look at me while I touch you, princess.” He scolded. I could literally feel my insides turn to mush with his words as I bit onto my lip. His two fingers slowly moved inside of me while his thumb reached up to rub my clit. He kept curling and uncurling his fingers while rubbing little circles. All I wanted right now was to moan loud and sink to my knees, but I couldn’t lose my voice yet and I was pinned to the shower.

At this point he lowered me onto the ground, still keeping my leg on his shoulder. I gripped the shower handle as he moved his mouth onto my clit, lightly sucking on it while keeping his fingers inside of me. I wrapped my leg over my shoulder. He added a third finger and continued to curl them. I reached my other hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to pull the green too hard. I pushed my hips down and mumbled a fuck. He hummed into me as he removed his fingers and licked up me one final time.

He pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while not breaking eye contact. “Better than ever.” He let my leg down and I still needed some support. I reached my arms up lazily and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him softly. He, however, didn’t want soft. The kiss quickly became intense as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass and gripped it like he was holding on for dear life.

The kissing stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-” I pulled one arm off of him and brought it toward his hip. He reached out for it with his own, lacing our fingers together. It felt less intense in this moment, as he smiled purely and took his other hand to my cheek.

“Let me take care of you for once. Let me fuck you til you beg me to stop, (Y/N).” He spoke in is normal voice, except a little bit higher. I simply bit my lip in response. Leave it to Yoongi to always know what to say to make me wet.

He lifted my leg back up again and placed himself at my entrance. In typical Yoongi fashion, he rubbed the head up and down my folds, barely dipping inside. “Please.” I begged, barely audible. He just smiled and slowly pushed into me. Within seconds, he picked up speed. He went at a mild tempo at first then as I put my hand onto his shoulder he lifted my leg higher and all you could hear was muffled moans and groans along with the slapping of skin.

He gripped my thigh as he thrusted in and out. He never broke eye contact with me and as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I stared right at him. When I reached my high, he knew. I knew he was close too. “Can I?” his eyes darted down to his cock. I nodded as I was unable to even speak. He fucked me right through my orgasm and my nails scratched through his skin. As soon as I was done, he moaned out my name as he came inside me. He lowered my leg to a more comfortable position and then pulled out.

Before putting me back onto the ground he made sure I was leaning on him and had my hand somewhere else. Fuck, he knew me too well. He hummed into my ear as my back leaned against his bare body. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a stinging in my eye. “Yoongi stop!” I yelled, squeezing it shut to try to comfort my pain.

“What’s wrong? Was I being too aggressive? I know it’s been a bit and I know you can barely walk right now but maybe y-”

“No, it’s not that-”

“Then what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, turning me in towards him.

“You got shampoo in my eye.”

He gulped. “I wasn’t holding the shampoo-”

“Then what’s in my eye?!” I yelled, reaching one hand up to rub it. He started to laugh.

“Babe, I am so sorry.”

For the rest of the shower, I just leaned into him after getting whatever was in my eye out. I missed being with him like this in such a personal way. We didn’t even speak, but we were so in tune with each other when we were together. He took care of me and I took care of him. In this moment, it was his turn. He knew I’d been hurting lately, mentally and now physically thanks to him. It was moments like these I was so grateful for him. I was always grateful for him.

He reached over me to turn off the water and pulled a towel off of the rack outside of it. He twirled it around me and then one around his own waist. He kept one arm around me as he patted some of the water off of himself. “You tired?” He whispered, patting me down a little bit before lifting me bridal style out of the shower.

He laid me onto the bed still wrapped up despite me still being well covered in water. He got in next to me and covered us with the warm blanket, pulling me close to his chest. He liked to sleep while in contact with me, despite what it may be. Tonight his arm was around me, but most nights his hand was on my hip or thigh . Tonight was different, he wanted to closer than usual. We which we already were. Our usual is across the world.

“Hey, Yoongs.” I whispered into his chest. He made a noise signaling he heard me. “I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you.”

He ruffled my hair. “Shh, go to sleep.”

“Reassure me.” my unnecessary anxiety spoke out.

“I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re my sun and I love you. Darling, am I in love with you.”


Authors Note: Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of Pressure! If you guys liked it, I’d appreciate if you let me know! I have lots of plans for this and would love to continue writing it! Thank you guys.


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Title: Worth the Wait

Warnings: SMUT, INSECURITY, MORE SMUT

Request: Hiii, can you possibly do Auston smut where the reader is really insecure about her body so she tries to avoid sex and Auston get annoyed because he thinks she doesn’t trust him or whatever then they do the deed but he’s really loving about it ? (This is super detailed wow don’t mind me)?

Author’s Note: To all of you losing your shit about Auston wearing the ‘A’ in the game tonight, celebrate with some Auston smut. :) Enjoy and let me know what you think! Sorry about the wait. Smut takes me forever to write.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


“You’ll only be gone for a week?” he asked for the hundredth time, a pout forming on his pink lips.

“Yes Aus, one week. Seven days.” you emphasized, tucking the last of your clothes into your last piece of luggage. “I’ll spend the entire week boring my family with tales of how amazing my boyfriend is.” you chuckled, zipping your suitcase closed; pulling it off the bed and setting it by your bedroom door.

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.” you replied, flopping onto the bed next to Auston who had propped himself up against your headboard as he watched you pack.

“So how are we going to spend the next twelve hours before I have to send you off to your family?” he asked with a sigh, setting his phone on the bedside table beside him.  

You laughed, elbowing him lightly in the side before resting your head on his shoulder. “Stop acting like you’re watching me go off to war. I’ll be gone a week. Like you are, multiple times a year.” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but this is the first time we’ll be apart for more than 3 days since we got together.” he frowned. “When I left for road trips we were just friends, but now we’re in love.” he added dramatically.

“You’re so cheesy!” you laughed. “Stop making that face!” you cried, watching as Auston put on the poorest puppy-dog expression you had ever seen.

He grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “I really will miss you.” he said, his expression serious. His arm slid behind you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his side.

“I’ll miss you.” you told him, enjoying the warmth of his strong arms holding you close.

The expression in his eyes warmed, a slight smiling curling on his lips before he leaned in again; his lips brushing yours. There was an urgency behind the kiss that had never been there before. A hand tangled in your hair as your arms slid up his chest, looping around his neck. His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. Before long, a calloused hand slipped under your shirt, sliding up the smooth skin of your back, unclasping your bra. You pulled, back.

“Aus, stop.” you murmured, his lips pressing kisses against your jawline. “Auston, I said stop.” you said more firmly, managing to find his shoulders, pushing him off you.

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Originally posted by bwipsul

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff


Filming had only been a couple, and it was sad when it came to an end. You had enjoyed it though, it was one of the most exciting times of your life. Sure everything was already planned from the start, but as you looked at Taehyung, shaking hands with the director and other staff, you couldn’t help but think there was something genuine about him.

You were used to having people act nice around you, it was your daily life. As an idol, you had become accustomed to the way people would smile at you, or laugh at your jokes because the only thing they wanted to do was make you happy. Their fear was that you wouldn’t like them, and it caused them to be someone they weren’t.

But with Taehyung it was different. There was never a point on the show where you felt like Taehyung had not been either completely serious with you or himself with you. Sure, he was following along, but there were parts that he didn’t do or said completely off script that only furthered your ideas.

You looked at him now, as he talked with the staff and your heart fluttered. It seemed silly to you that it only took a couple weeks for you to fall completely and utterly in love with him. And you were sure he felt the same, but there was a little voice in the back of your head that made you think otherwise.

Sure you were an idol as well, and you had a lot of fan who supported what you did, but there were some who weren’t happy with this season of We Got Married. There were fans who said you and Taehyung were disgusting together, people who said you either weren’t good enough for him or he wasn’t good enough for you.

And that was why you never said anything to him.

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Group & Member(s): BTS’ Jimin feat. Jungkook

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Warnings: gang activity, gun violence, mentions of drugs, etc. 

A/N: I created a spotify playlist of all the songs mentioned/featured within the story. They are in the order in which they appear. 


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we’re okay

A/N: so, this took me FOREVER to write. i have so many rough drafts of this now, i over analyze everything and just wanted this one shot to be perfect. but, it’s finally here and i really hope whoever reads this enjoys it and shares it w people. if you have any requests, feel free to do so.
requested by: @libbie-chan
Warnings: fluff and a bit of cussing, but mostly just cute fluff between you and Peter.
pairings: peter x reader
Summary: Flash tries to taunt you about Peter being MIA and accuses him of being a shitty boyfriend lately due to the stark internship,which leads to a very sweet and innocent conversation between you and Peter.
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You knew that this Stark Internship and being Spiderman meant the absolute world to Peter. You knew how hard he worked to get to where he is. You had to admit that you were worried about his safety at times, but he was doing great things for Queens. Of course had to cancel plans here and there, but that doesn’t mean Peter was never there for you. He always made time for his girlfriend. Even after kicking some ass in the city, he would come by your window and you’d end up just talking to each other for hours.  Most girls would be mad that their boyfriends cancelled on a date, unlike you who understood how much this meant to Peter. He had gone through so much, especially losing his uncle 7 months ago. All you could do was support him and know that he’s safe. There was no reason to be upset, but you did have a reason to be extremely proud of your adorable and strong boyfriend.
“How was last night with Peter?” Michelle asked, lifting her head up from her book during passing period as you struggle to open your locker. Being the only one besides Ned who knew about Spiderman, you had to keep the lies going about what Peter really had to do that led to cancelling a date.
“He cancelled. Something came up at the Stark internship meaning he had to be there. But he called me later that night, so it’s fine.” You replied, finally yanking open your locker. You swear you had the shittiest locker in the entire school. Grabbing your Chemistry textbook, you shut your locker and turn to your friend.
“Well at least he cares and is trying.” Michelle shrugged and you both made your way to your next classes.
Michelle was pretty micheaveous at times, because that was well, Michelle. She usually didn’t think much of it though, being lost in her books most of the time.  But the one person who continued to taunt and be irritable about it was Flash. Flash was obviously jealous of Peter for many reasons. He had the girl, the brains, and worked for a freaking billionaire. Flash hated that Peter had it all and it was his pleasure to always find ways to knock him down.
“He just works so hard at this internship, I could never be mad at him for doing great things, this internship is his dream.,” You continued the conversation as you walk into Chemistry. You both were pretty early, the bell just ringing a few seconds ago.
You and Michelle sit down in your seats, Flash before was minding his own business on his phone probably looking at memes or googling ‘how to be better than peter parker’. God, you wish that Flash for once could kept his mouth shut and class would go by smoothly, but it’s Flash for crying out loud - Flash never. shuts. up.
“Let me guess, Penis Parker bailed on another date because of his dumb internship?” Flash butted in from across the room. Again, the he never shuts up. He always has to think his opinion matters, when really it’s never mattered in any situation.
“Peter didn’t bail, you dumb ass, he had to take a raincheck.” You confirmed and narrowed your eyes at Flash, who just scoffed as if you were telling lies. Well, technically you were lying but it was for Peter’s own safety. You hoped and prayed that he’d just give up, but of course he would never.
“Quitting band, skipping decathlon practices - Parker really just doesn’t give a damn about anything or anyone but that internship.” Flash leans over his desk that only a few feet away from yours. You just roll your eyes at him. It’s not like Peter could just quit being Spiderman for a day to spend time with his girlfriend. You weren’t that needy.

“He does care about everyone and everything, he just usually has his hands tied. What do you expect me to be like pissed off at him or something?” You questioned.

Flash raises his eyebrow, “You mean you’re okay with never seeing him? he’s been so distant with everything lately, barely having any time to spend with you. I would have a right to be pissed off if my girlfriend did that to me. I deserve the attention.” It was like this idiot wanted you to get mad. All he ever did was taunt you about Peter and your grades and you were absolutely sick of it.

“Flash, you don’t have a girlfriend.” Michelle spoke coldly while still staring at her book. This is why she was your friend and one of your favorite people besides Peter, of course. You fist bump each other quickly.

“it was just an example! you’re not a good couple if one of you is MIA and distant all the time.” Flash folds his arms in defense.

“Look, I don’t need you to tell me anything about my relationship. Peter works hard and makes me proud. He does in fact have time for me, but it’s not like I need him every second of every day. I’m an independent person who just so happens to have an amazing, loving, and beautiful boyfriend like Peter Parker. Stop tearing him down and stop butting into mine and Michelle’s conversations, and just go back to looking at your fucking memes” you didn’t know you could be so verbal. you were usually a shy person especially with someone as intimidating and rude as flash. Whether he was going to say something back to you, you just turn around to face the front of the class.  

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Peter always felt guilty when he to raincheck. He wanted nothing more but to not be a hero for the night and just cuddle his beautiful girlfriend of four weeks. It took him months to be able to call you his. Months of awkward approaches in your American Literature class, stutters, nervous laughs. He finally got the only girl he’s ever felt the sparks with and he hardly ever gets to spend time with her because he’s Spiderman. It already made him feel guilty that he had to bail on you last night due to a bank robbery, he was not going to bail tonight. Next to Aunt May, you were one of the most important individuals in his life and he just wanted to keep you two safe. He made the bold decision that night to put up his suit and just be Peter Parker for the night, and be with his girlfriend.

You already expected Peter to not show up. That sounds super bad, but you knew that he had better things to do than be with his girlfriend. He was Spiderman for crying out loud. Instead of slightly looking good for him, you went with the hoodie and leggings look. Thankfully you still have the sweatshirt Peter let you borrow on your first date. You grabbed your laptop and plopped down onto your bed to watch some YouTube videos. You can’t deny that you wanted peter to be by your side, laughing with you while watching some old vine compilations, which was something you two could do for hours. But whatever he was doing was obviously better than watching lame vines with his girlfriend. It was good to have some alone time. The conversation you had with Flash earlier still replayed in your head and aggravated you. It’s not as if Peter needs to be with you all the time to prove that he’s a good boyfriend. You knew that he was already. He was everything you’ve ever wanted and more.About 20 minutes in, you hear a soft knock on your window. At this point, you already knew who it was. Peter would  often come see you through the fire escape late at night or during the day, no in between. Usually to just talk about how both your days went, sometimes he’d sleep over. Other times he’d come slightly injured after some huge fight he had just gone through, and you’d mildly scold him for not being careful enough but then clean up his wounds. You loved when Peter came to visit. He never came through your lobby because he insisted that 1. It made him look more badass, and 2. Your doorman was very intimidating. Without even trying to wipe the excited grin off your face, you make way to your window. There Peter Parker was, hair slightly messy, a long sleeve shirt, and a goofy grin on his face. He looked adorable. He was always adorable, actually. Never had to attempt it - it was just natural for him to look adorable.

“Peter, you’re here!” You exclaimed while opening the window for him. “And your wound free!” He laughs a little at your reaction and pulls you into a hug after entering your room. You could hug Peter Parker for 20 minutes straight and you’d be totally okay with it. Something about hugging him made you feel very secure and safe, and it had nothing to do with him being a superhero.

“Yup, it’s just me. I didn’t want to ditch you again after last night, I’ve been really crappy lately when it comes to following through with dates.” Peter spoke as he pulled away from the hug to look at your face. He’d never seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful before, it was insane to think that you were all his. He loved every single detail about you. You made the boy weak in the knees with just a single glance. Shaking your head, you disagree with him.

“Pete, don’t tear yourself down like that. You have a valid reason to rain check when necessary.” He looks down and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together. Holding hands and hugging were two of your favorite things to do with Peter. They were both innocent, but also meaningful and most of the time spoke for you.

“I know, I know.. I-I just feel bad sometimes. Being with you is a lot more important than Spiderman. I hate cancelling because of him.” He replied in a quiet tone. His face was filled with worry mixed with guilt, but there was a hint of happiness in there. “Don’t be ridiculous, Peter. Spiderman is very important. You don’t have to be here with me.” You shake your head. Sometimes you can be so stubborn, and it made Peter a little upset. You were far more important to him and he wish there was a way he could show you that.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Not tonight, not ever.” Peter spoke in a soft tone as he looked at you. You raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Peter read your expression as, ‘what the hell do you even mean, pete?’ and continued to explain. “i… put the suit away for the night. Tonight, I’m just Peter Parker who would kill to spend some time with his favorite person.” you can’t deny that your heart melted when he said you were his favorite person, you swore aunt may has always had that role. But you were also worried. Peter couldn’t just bail on the city for the night, what people need him? Your smile fades into a frown, and Peter immediately notices and freaks out. Sometimes he thinks he says the wrong thing and automatically panics.

“I-if you don’t want me to stay i can go, i j-just w-wanted to, um, hang o-out tonight and just be with you because i-i missed you a lot and..yeah.” he was lost with words and looked down at the floor.
“It’s not that, peter…”you said, bringing his attention back to you. He gave you a confused look.

“Then what is it? Because i am literally having a heart attack thinking that you’re gonna like break up with me or something..” Peter nervously chuckles and looks down at the floor again.

“What, oh my god, no, no, nO Pete, I’m not going to break up with you. I’m just…worried. W-what if something happens tonight? What if there’s a bank robbery and you can’t be there to stop it because of me?” You questioned with worried eyes. He finally looked up at you and touched your warm cheek with his soft hands, causing you to melt inside.

“In case you didn’t know this, Y/N,  before there was Spiderman, there was the police,” You giggled a bit at his response, making him smile. He absolutely adored your laugh even though you thought it was loud and obnoxious. His face grew a little more serious and continued to speak, “Michelle told me that Flash was talking about how much of a crappy boyfriend and I’ve been lately..and I-I just don’t want you to think that he’s right, even though you sweetly defended me.” You frown remembering your little argument with Flash in Chemistry earlier that day. What made that argument worse was the fact that now Peter knows what happened and actually feels extremely guilty about doing what he loves.

“Why would you ever, for even a split second, listen to that dumb ass? You sighed. Peter laughed a little and just shrugged. You both sat on your bed, hands still laced together and hearts beating faster than the speed of light. Peter rubbed your hand with his thumb and finally spoke.

“I’ve always somehow been intimidated by Flash’s words. And the fact that he mentioned our relationship to you made me feel…I dunno, I guess insecure and crappy. I never wanted to make you feel lonely. I do this Spiderman to protect you, May, and Ned. In all honesty, mostly you and May. Sometimes I just… need a break and I h-have to be just.. Peter, I guess.” With his free hand, he brushed back a few strands of hair away from your face. His heart was still beating rapidly, yours as well. You both were still at that phase where one innocent touch or glance could send billions of butterflies in your stomachs.

Then, you say, “Hey, I’m not lonely because in the end, you’re still here. You’re not crappy. You’re sweet, adorable, and dorky. Spiderman or not, you’re always going to be Peter Parker to me. And to be honest, that’s a lot better than spiderman because that’s who you are. That’s the boy I fell for in American Literature months ago, who I could barley even look at in the eyes because he was so damn gorgeous. Don’t let Flash or anyone ever tell you anything like that about us. We are okay, Pete. I promise you.”

You had never been so verbal until you met Peter. You’ve always been shy and let others take control, but now that you have Peter you felt like you could finally be yourself.
Peter finally gave you a real smile with a nod and continued to caress your cheek. He could stare into your beautiful eyes for decades. But he didn’t want to be creepy and just pulled another strand away from your hair, and leans in to give you a warm hug. You could never get tired of hugging him.

Peter spoke up again after a moment of silence, well, stuttered was a more accurate term. “Y-you’re amazing, Y/N..I hope you know that.” You didn’t know that blushing could happen this much until you met Peter. Nervously laughing you replied, “Says you, Peter Parker.”

Pulling away from the hug, you couldn’t help but study his face. You weren’t being creepy by any means, more of you just adoring your beautiful boyfriend. You took the time to admire every single feature he had and sometimes you couldn’t believe this boy was actually human. Every single individual freckle on his nose and cheeks, that you swore you could never get over kissing. Those beautiful dark brown eyes that were so warm and welcoming and warm, you never had a problem getting lost in the. Looking into his eyes, you just felt safe and like everything was going to be okay. You hated that Peter, even for a split second, thought that he was a terrible boyfriend. But you felt like now he was believing it, and was for once not blaming himself for stuff.

“Movie night?” you suggested,trying to bring more light into the room.

“I can never say no to movie night with you.” He said, one hand on your cheek and the other laced with yours again. You smiled and got up to go pick out a movie, when Peter noticed something that you had completely forgot about, his hoodie. He couldn’t be mad at you for having his favorite blue hoodie, you looked so cute in it. He thought you looked extra cute with no makeup, a messy braid, yoga pants, and his favorite hoodie. You looked beautiful.  

Searching through your bookcase full of movies, you finally found one that you’d both want to watch, The Lion King. You set everything up and make your way back to Peter who was smiling at you in amusement.

“What now, bug boy?” You grinned, folding your arms as you sit next to him.
He shrugs and then speaks, “Nothing, Y/N. I just think you look adorable in my hoodie that’s all. Now I know where it is.” Your eyes move down towards your outfit and you quietly gasp forgetting the way you were dressed. You looked like absolute crap.

“I look like crap, Pete.” you groan in embarrassment, covering your face. He sighed and removed your hands from your face and kissed your cheek.

“Don’t say that, Y/N. You know I don’t mind you having my hoodie, it looks a lot better on you. ” Peter assured you. He closed his eyes before he continued, “i-i think you’re beautiful, a-absolutely beautiful.” he let out, blushing. You were a little shocked at his words. He’d never actually called you beautiful out loud before. Sure, plenty of times in his head including the word sexy and hot. But the boy was way too nervous and flustered half the time to actually say the word out loud. God, he thought you were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Everything about you.
You blush for like the millionth time since he got there, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“And I mean it.”

“You’re amazing, Peter Parker. Don’t ever forget that.” You told, a hand going on his shoulder.
Peter chuckled and pulled another strand away from your hair.

“I won’t as long as you say so.” He said, one hand on your cheek and the other laced with yours again. He stares into your beautifully colored eyes, and looks down at your lips then up at you again.
When it came to kissing, it wasn’t something you and Peter were 100% used to yet. Again, you were both kind of shy and didn’t know how to do practically anything besides holding hands and hugging. You enjoyed it when it happened, but it rarely happened.

His heart beating out his chest, Peter gathers up all of his courage and slowly leans forward and presses his lips softly against yours. You felt like you were in another planet kissing him. You felt so weightless and free, as if nothing else mattered. It’s never been very easy for you two to kiss, both being way to nervous most of the time. But when you did, it was complete and utter magic. He was very gentle with you, one hand on your waist to protect you while the other was on your face still. Both of your hands were on his shoulder, and you felt secure. His lips were so soft and warm, and he swore that he could hear your heart beating faster and faster each second. Peter wishes that he’d have the courage to deepen the kiss, you both wanted that - but instead, you both let it be. It was still breathtakingly amazing no matter what.
Due to loss of breath, you both pull away, exploding inside with utter happiness. Peter’s eyes searched yours, which was full of love. Sometimes it was very hard for him to believe someone like you would go for someone like Peter Parker, but you did. You didn’t know someone could ever make you feel so breathless.

“So…Lion King it is?” Peter manages to let out. You completely forgot that you were going to have a movie night.

You nod, still in shortness of breath, get up and start the movie.

You two get comfortable on your bed, him being the big spoon, you being the little. He held you in his arms, your head resting on his chest and hearing his beautiful heartbeat. Throughout the movie, Peter would occasionally kiss your forehead, driving you crazy inside. Everything was perfect. You eventually fell asleep during the movie, and all Peter could do was smile and kiss your rosy cheeks. He was happy he decided to not be Spiderman for the night.
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A/N: Hollyyyyy crap, i really hope you enjoyed this. Please reblog and continue to request, theses are super fun to write even though they can be a pain in the ass. i worked hard for the past 2-3 days and would love to hear that people enjoyed this. working on a lot and hope to post soon, thank again :)

Undercover{ Pt.5}

Steve Rogers x Reader 

 Warnings: semi smutty, swearing, NSFW Gifs 

 Undercover Masterlist      Marvel MasterList


 After two hours of dealing with Steve arguing with the CIA agent you learned a few things

1.) even the CIA was dumb enough not to see past Steves terrible disguise
2.) the CIA believed you and Steve were hydra
3.) they bugged your house
4.) the CIA would be better off run by monkeys .

How could they not know about shield sending agents U.C? Communication skills are really that shitty now? After the pissing contest stopped , you decide to join forces ,agreeing that this hydra operation needs to be taken down , and the more hands the better . The house is debugged , and you call Coulson to inform him of everything that’s happened . When your new Allie leaves , then you both let out sighs of relief .

“ atleast now it’ll be easier .” You comment , and Steve shakes his head
“ no, now we have more chances of getting caught . The more of us , the more risk of someone figuring out we arent who we are ; it’s more room for error. ”

“ okay captain pessimism”You snap . The last thing you need is negativity ; you’re already worried enough.

“ it’s realistic y/n.” The sound of your real name is almost foreign now. You realize that being debugged means things go back to normal while in the house , real names , you don’t have to put on a show ; that means no sex . Well damn.

“ yeah no shit Steve. What the hell do we do now ?”

 “ we have one less suspect,but we have to be even more careful. With three of us not being who we claim we are, the chances of a slip up is increased . We have to up our game a little,keep our cover in tact for as long as we can. ” 

“that means we can’t be seen being too cozy with the other agent , keep your relationship with him at work the same it’s been. No weird looks across the room to each other and no odd coffee room interactions steve . Keep it normal .”

He nods as he grabs his clothes and heads to the bathroom . You expect him to make a comment inviting you to his shower , like he has previously , but when the bathroom door shuts your knocked back into reality. Your little undercover dream life with Steve shatters around you, now only being allowed in public . You sigh, silently wishing the house was still bugged . Ridiculous , I know


 Days pass, you both spend time with people from Steves work when he’s off , making sure to up the amount of PDA infront of others . Which ofcourse , you try not to take advantage of. But you did yourself pulling him into long, sweet kisses any chance it’s appropriate, and he doesn’t seem to hesitate at all, almost as if he was as desperate for them as you . The feeling of Steves plush lips on yours is something you’ve grown addicted to . While you two are still sleeping in the same bed , you fall asleep on seperate sides , waking up and quickly moving away when you both find your limbs tangled together . Your friendship has grown though, you laugh together , taunt each other and treat each other like people who have known each other for their entire lives; even when you’re not Public, so that’s a bonus . 

 “alright guys, we should get going , some of us have work in the morning .” Steve laughs as he playfully pulls you into his side . You just finished your 4th glass of sangria , and everything is a little blurry . You giggle , shoving your face into his shoulder . 

“ awh she’s so cute when she’s drunk ! “ Katie yells with a laugh. 

“ im not drunk! I’m just- shut up Katie youre bombed!” You retort slightly slurred , making everyone burst into laughter . You wave goodbye and allow steve to guide to you the car . You Keep your eyes out the window for the drive , not looking at steve at all until your home , and in the house . You send him a smile and send him a wink( your code of letting him now what you’re doing.)

 You go to check your burner phone to see if coulson has made contact , and he has .

 “ the house has been rebugged, cover needs to stay intact 24/7, be safe-P" 

 Oh shit . You take a few breath and wobble down the hall, the sangria hitting you a little harder than you expected. You enter the kitchen seeing steve leaning against the counter with a glass of water to his lips. How do I let him know about the bugs ? OH . You stand infront of him, taking the glass away and setting it down . You trail your fingers up his chest , sending him a shy smile . It feels odd doing this now that it’s just the two of you, but you can’t deny that you’re excited to be this way all the time again. It’s so unprofessional, and you’re aware of that, but you honestly don’t give a flying fuck.

 “ Chris , I feel a little .. dirty .i think I’m going to hop in the shower, care to join me?” Please get the message , please

 He doesn’t speak, he just leans down and lifts you bridal style as you giggle . 

He sets you down when you enter your bedroom, pushing you against the bedroom door as he closes it . His lips crash against yours in a needy kiss , his hands roaming your body and lifting your sundress off you . He moves back, taking in your bare chest and blue lace thong . You see a flicker lust in his eyes , but you don’t get a chance to comment on it , his lips successfully quieting yours . He lifts you once again, this time wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks you to the bathroom . He slams the door behind him, dropping you to your feet as he turns on the shower . 

As steam billows around the two of you, he removes his clothes and you slip off your thong. You are into the shower, steve close behind . The second you’re both in he finally speaks ,

 “ bugged?” He whispers, his hand landing gently on your waist . You nod , biting your lip as you do. He runs his thumb over you bottom lip, and you release it from between your teeth . His lips are on yours again, slow this time, like he’s drawing out the kiss. You follow his pace, slowly gliding your hands up his body until they wind around his neck .

 His hands move down to your ass, kneading the cheeks as his tongue rolls against yours . You pull back, gasping for air , leaning your forehead against his shoulder as his hands grip your waist to turn you to face the shower head . His hands slide from your waist down to your clit, gently massaging with one hand while the other tugs one of your nipple in the other . 

 “ fuck- please .” You whimper, letting out a low moan when he finally plunges two fingers into your pussy. He keeps the pace slow , but hard and has you teetering over the edge in no time . 

“ I missed the sounds you make .” He whispers into your ears , his finger still gently pulling you through your orgasm . 

You whip around , connecting your lips in another desperate kiss. He was totally hoping we’d get bugged again too. Fuck yes . As he moves his lips down from your lips to your neck, your mind wanders to other things . Things that finally make you push away from his as his lips seal around of your nipples. He sends you a confused look, and you voice your thoughts .

 “ who wasn’t at Peters today? ” you quietly ask, moving closer so you mouth is near his ear . Your hands stay on him, roaming over his toned body as you converse 

 “ uhm I- I think max and his girlfriend were the only ones not -”

 “ weird how they aren’t there on the day our house gets bugged,huh?” You nip his ear , and he releases a sigh. 

 “ anyone ever tell you you’re a genius ?” 

 You hum in response , dropping to your knees infront of him. You lick the underside of steve hard cock, moving to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip , moaning at the taste of his salty precum on your tongue . You don’t bother teasing , you dove right in and set a steady, quick pace as you bob your head . You relax your gag reflex , taking Steves long length as far in your Mouth as you can, earning strangled groans from the man above you . His hands thread through your hair, but don’t push you , they just relax there . You move your hand to cup his balls, and you feel them tighten immediately. 

 “ doll I’m - fuck -”. His warning is cut off by his climax suddenly ripping through him , both of you moaning as his cum coats your mouth . You manage to swallow all of it before you stand , sending steve a small smile . 

 “ how much do you know about max?”

 “ not too much, but I’ll get on it .find the right time, and text Robert Off the burner and inform him on this, and see if he knows anything about max. He’s been here longer than us, he’s gotta know something .” 

 The rest of the shower goes on as normal, and your cover stays up as soon as you leave the bathroom . 


 A couple days later 

 Agent Robert  Bart didn’t  have any further information on Max , he said max usually Keeps to himself and another officer, Dave cooper and sometimes peter since they get paired together on duty sometimes . Steve has been observing them , noticing they whisper quite a lot , and seem slightly aggressive. 

 Peter and Katie are holding an anniversary party this weekend , they invited most of the precinct that wasn’t on shift , including max ,his wife and Dave cooper. You managed to find out that they  all rsvp'ed to the party , and you immediately begin formulating a plan . Most of your planning has to be done in the shower with Steve , the sound of water disrupting any bug that could be near . After Steve shooting down numerous ideas, you’re only left with one . 

“Alright, how about this : we go to the party for a while , I’ll plan a fake call to my phone , saying something about a family emergency and I’ll take off. We have max and daves addresses, and since they’ll be at the party, I can scope out their houses , have coulson check for cameras before i go in, then see if I can find anything . ” 

 “ you want to go in, alone ? With our luck they will come home while you’re there.Are you out of your fucking-” 

 “ I’m an agent steve, this is our job, why we are here. Going in alone isn’t out of the ordinary, and it’s our only option. If we both leave , it’ll cause suspicion .” You snap . What the hell is up his ass, why is he shooting down all my ideas? Then it hits you, most of your ideas included you going on your own. Anger flares at the thought of steve trying to control everything , almost as if he doesn’t think you can do it by yourself . This isn’t going to fucking fly

“it’s not safe-”

 “ of course it’s not fucking safe, but that’s the job steve . I can handle myself , and if you don’t think I can you should of asked for a new partner when I fucking got here.” You bark .“ This is the plan , and we are doing it . End of discussion.” You slam the water knob off, and step out of the shower , leaving a confused, aggravated steve naked in the shower stall.  

 You feel him come behind you as you stand Infront of the bathroom mirror, his arms winding around your waist and and his head moving to rest on your shoulder as he speaks 

“I don’t want anything to happen to you doll. I-”

You turn around in his arms, placing a finger over his lips. You can’t focus on the danger, as much as you want to hear what he’s going to say next, you know if you do you might rethink your plan to ease his mind. You pull him into a sweet kiss beforehand leaving  the bathroom  .it’s not your job to keep Steves nerves at bay, your job is to keep the world safe from things like hydra, regardless of the danger for yourself .


 The day of the party .

  You walk into the party and immediately are greeted by everyone , and introduced to those you didn’t meet yet ; including max, his wife (Kat) and Dave.You immediately get a bad vibe from each of them , the kind of vibe that screams ‘hi, I work for a a group of neurotic psychopaths, hail hydra!’ 

 The fake call comes in about two hours into the party , you recognize the voice over the phone as daisy johnsons , and you have to bite back a smile at your friends voice. When you hang up you frantically grab onto steve , explain the ’ situation’ to him and those standing around him ( Peter, Katie, Max, kat(his wife), Dave, and a few others ) , telling them about how your mother fell while at your sisters and is in the hospital , you include how you are going to grab a flight and head back home to be with her. Peter offers to take steve home later so you can take the car to go pack and get to the airport asap. You say your goodbyes , Katie wipes away the fake tears when you hug her and wave to the others as you hurriedly take off . Steve sends you a worried glance , and you run back to give him a quick kiss, silently trying to quiet his fears. 

He hasn’t been shy about voicing his dislike of the plan, he even made a bet with you earlier , whoever was wrong has laundry &  kitchen duty for a week. He bet that one of them will come home and jeopardize everything , & you opposed saying you can get in and out undetected . You reassured him no matter what happens , you’ll handle it . 


  You hop in your car and head off . You grab your burner from the Glove box, calling coulson . 

“cameras?” You ask right away 

 “ none that I can detect, I routed the addresses I into your gps, the houses are 3 minutes apart . Don’t be reckless agent , if they are hydra-” 

 “ yeah yeah , I know the speech Phil. I can do this .” 

“ that’s my girl . Stay safe.” 

  With That you hangup, and pull into your garage.  You grab your hidden utility belt  and dump the  contents into a mini backpack. you tighten your thigh holsters high up on your thighs, loading the guns as you tuck them in place on both thighs.  You grab your phone and tap into the gps. This town is relatively small, the neighborhoods within reasonable walking distance of each other making this so much easier. You maneuver your way through yards in the shadows,trying to map out the quickest route for you to get between your house and your destination.  Daves house was 6 away from max’s, which will hopefully work in your favor. Thankfully the walk was only 14 minutes, when you’re a few houses down from max’s You  set yourself on high alert  . Here we go. 

The sun has just set , the darkness making the perfect cover for you to slip up Max’s front steps . You pick the front doors lock, quietly shutting it behind you. You pull your flashlight from your purse , not wanting to have the Neighbors see lights on in the house . You snoop around, not seeing anything stand out besides the cheesy pictures of him and cat kissing all over the place. That looks so fixed, I bet they aren’t even married!

You make your way around the house , landing back at the front door with zero evidence . You relock the door then head to daves . The second you step into his house , you notice a small side table in the entrance hall. You shine the flashlight on it, catching a gleam off a small odd shaped pin. You slide on a pair of gloves (gotta keep your prints off everything !) and lift the pin, eyes widening when you realize what you’re holding . A fucking hydra pin.

 “ holy shit .” You pull your phone out, snapping a picture . You creep through the rest of the house , coming across blueprints , and a painting , that flips over into a white board, filled with pictures of everyone at the precinct. Holy hell, he’s good. You snap pictures then get ready to head out . You approach the entrance hall to exit, you freeze when you hear the door handle turning on the front door . You eternally groan, and curse steve for predicting this . Of course , of fucking course he’d come home. 

You bolt back to the kitchen , panic flooding your body when you hear the door clam closed. You grab a towel from the kitchen counter and use it to open the back patio door. You sprint out of the house, not kissing the sound of a gun cocking from behind you . Shit shit shit . You hear the echoe  of the gun before you feel a sharp pain shoot throughthe top of your arm. 

“Son of a bitch” your pace barely falter as you run through the neighboring yards, the pain only intensifies when you have to climb over multiple fences until you’re a safe distance away from Daves and you’re sure he isn’t following you anymore. 

Jumping a fence in a sundress, not the most comfortable thing. you finally end up in yours and Steves backyard , and you can see him pacing from through the kitchen window .  He’s not going to be happy about this . You nearly fall over as a surge of dizziness sets in in now that your standing still. Fucking he’ll, I can’t believe I got clipped by a damn bullet .you pull out your burner, dialing phil. When the other end picks up you sigh

“ Can you knock out the cameras for 2minutes?” 

You hear clicking On the other end and use he time to You look yourself over , taking in your appearance; your legs are cut up from the fences, your dress has your blood splattered all over it, and your at, is still currently pouring blood from the gunshot wound. It was only a graze, but from the amount of blood you know it’s deep. 

Coulsons voices steadies you a bit,” you got 2 minutes starting now.”

You  cover the graze with your hand and  move to the back door, leaning your weight against the door as it swings open. Steves eyes widen when he sees your state

“ Get me into the shower, now. We don’t have much time.” Your words fade out towards the end and your vision goes hazy. Your eyes go shut as your body gives out, barely landing in Steves arms instead of the floor.


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Sexual Tension - Bucky Barnes x Reader Pt. 3

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Chapter Summary: (Y/N) is forced to spend time with the last person she wants to see, her asshole professor, Mr.Barnes.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k (sorry it’s shorter than usual)

Warning: Some cursing, lots of fluff ok A/N: thank you all soooo much for supporting this series!!! (PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS AND TALK TO ME I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!)

Chapter 2

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You were shaking your hips, head moving back and forth. Spinning and singing to your hearts content. It was a few days after the incident you had with your teacher. You didn’t speak one word to him and you came to class a minute before the bell rung each day. He constantly tried to get your attention; Whether it was saying something dumb to get a sarcastic comment out of your mouth or if it was to talk after class.

Each time you either ignored him or completely walked away from him entirely. You continued to dance and scream the song playing on the speakers a few feet away from you. You were staying overtime at your new job and was the only one in the building. You were put on kitchen clean up duty so you wouldn’t be leaving the store for quite a while. Preparing yourself for the extra hour you stuck your phone into the speakers doc a few feet away from the overfilling sink.

Putting on huge yellow rubber gloves you headed over- more like danced over- to the filled up sink. Dishes were everywhere but you didn’t mind. It was a good way to be lost into your thoughts and do whatever you want without anyone judging you. You were about halfway through when one of your favorite childhood songs came on; Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood.

Right now, he’s probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp and she’s probably getting frisky” you sang at the top of your lungs, off tone and everything. You scrubbed plate my plate singing and spinning. Shaking your hips to each word said in the song.

You were halfway through the song when you were finishing the rest of the dishes. You cleaned the last few cups and set them into the machine, turning it on and turning off the faucet. You swayed back and forth finishing the last sentence to the famous song.

“Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.” Singing like nobody was watching you laughed at yourself for being so weird. You heard a disconnecting sound signaling your phone wasn’t on the doc anymore. You figured it just fell out, that happens often because you jam your huge iPhone 7+ phone into a doc made for a IPhone 5. You turned to go set it back in before being shocked with a familiar voice.

Really? Who screwed you over?” You looked at the mysterious man. Mentally giving yourself punches in the face as you roll your eyes and peel the yellow gloves off your hands.

“It’s a good song!” You protest “Wait, ugh, what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You leaned against the counter top, giving him an irritating look.

“Long enough to see you dancing lessons. You know I can help you with that right?” He gave you a wink and you scoffed.

“And well…” trailing off, his muscular arm raised up to the back of his neck as he gave it a rub. “I came to see you.” He smirked like the past week had never happened. He had his ego back in and not an ounce of sadness was left in him from that previous Monday morning.

“How the fuck did you know that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would be here in the back kitchen at Tony’s Pizza washing dishes at-” you picked up your right hand glancing at your favorite watch “12:36 am at night?”

He chuckled at your irritation and anger as you continued to ramble.

“Plus I just got this job! It’s impossible for you to figure out unless you were, I don’t know, maybe tracking my license plate? I know these things are not in my files! The only person I told about this job and how I was stuck here for a while is-”

Your phone dinged as someone messaged you. He looked at the phone still in his hands, smiling wider than before. He tossed it to you and you caught it, looking at the lock screen to see who had messaged you. You finished the sentence you were cut off from by your device with a sigh.

Steve.”

Running your fingers through your hair you re-read his message and responded back to him.

‘I’m sorry (Y/N)! He threatened after class if I didn’t tell him that he would fail me.’

“Really Rogers?!’

Even though you understood why he did it, you were upset that you were practically face to face with the last person you wanted to talk to. Tossing your phone on the counter next to you as you looked up to the familiar beautiful blue eyes you missed dearly.

“Door unlocked?”

“Yeah, you guys really should lock doors if you’re closed. Especially when the only worker is too busy singing Carrie Underwood in back room” He chuckled and you tried hard not to smile. You were mad at him; you weren’t going to easily forgive him even if his smile melted your heart entirely.

“If you want to criticize me so much why don’t you work here yourself?”

“If that meant I got to spend more time with you, then why not?”

“Seriously you can’t just walk up to me and pretend like we’re on good terms. It might be childish but you really hurt my feelings. And for you to just waltz right up to me and give me those dumb stupid comments of yours expecting me to just forgive you makes you completely out of your mind.” You close your eyes and rub your hand through your hair once more.

“What if I am here to apologize? Also..” he trailed off before lifting up a cup with the words ‘The Grind’ written on the side. “I brought your favorite smoothie?” Shrugging his shoulders and shaking the cup as if he was trying to get you to forgive him.

You stared at him with a serious look and didn’t say a word. You raised an eyebrow and he set the cup down inhaling deeply while walking towards to you. He leaned on the counter directly across from you making you both arm length apart.

“I should have defended you. What she said wasn’t right. I knew she was wrong but I just… I didn’t know what to say. We had a dinner later that day and all I could think about was-” he paused and looked at his feet. “ it’s just that dinner completely and utterly horrible. I took your advice and I told them I needed time to think about the relationship they’re setting on my shoulders. I needed time to find out what I truly want.”

“And what did they say?” looking at the floor along with him, you practically whispered the question to him.

“That if I didn’t marry Dot by the end of the month then I’m the first Barnes to fail his family.” His voice cracked and you knew that this was the first time he had talked to someone about the situation.

You paused for a second, thinking of the best thing to say to him. He couldn’t possibly be thinking of living a horrible life to please horrible people.

“So are you going to do it?” You looked at him with a questioning look. You stopped leaning on the edge of the counter, standing up straight and looking him in the eyes.

“Are you going to marry dot? She did say that you were hers- that you were ‘her man’. Are you going to throw your life away to marry a piece of scum? Are you sure you want to do that, Bucky?”

He could tell you were mocking himself and Dolores. You were repeating the nicknames they’ve called each other while simultaneously asking him in an intimidating tone. He knew you weren’t doing it in a hurtful way; but in a way to show him to choose what’s best for himself.

“No. I’m not. I don’t love her and I never will.” Looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes he inched closer and closer to you. Setting his hands on your shoulders with your faces only inches apart. Your hands still behind you gripping the end of the counter.

“Good. How do you expect to live doing things that only harm you? You’re suppose to live life doing what makes you happy and if you don’t do that then you’re nothing more than a slave.” Your hot breath hit his face as he continued to stare into your eyes.

He began to lean forward. He closed his eyes but before he could close the small gap between you you quickly turned around, grabbing a wet rag.

“I should really finish cleaning.” Was all you managed to say before wiping down the counters.

You have to admit, you knew what was happening. You were afraid of doing anything with him. You knew deep down inside that you wanted it but you were afraid. Not only that but he still wasn’t off the hook for what he did earlier that week; if he deserved anything it definitely wouldn’t be a kiss on the lips. He would have to practically earn back your trust or forgiveness. You weren’t going to be like the rest and just accept him because he’s adorable and just the funniest thing ever.

“Go out with me. Tomorrow night.” He was standing there leaning on one hand that gripped the counter edge.

Finishing the final thing you needed to clean, you wiped down the last counter and threw the cloth into the dirty pile bin.

“It’s not that I’m underage it’s just you do know that it’s against school rules for a student to date their teacher, right?” You untied the apron from behind your waist and off your neck before hooking it onto the door.

“Who said we would be dating?” He smirked at you receiving an eye-roll.

“You’re telling me that you asked me out on a date and didn’t even think about dating for a split second? I mean usually dates are the thing to get to know each other before you start dating hence why it’s literally the same word but with an added suffix.”

“God you sound like a middle school English teacher.”

“But I’m right.” You smiled and took the hair band out of your hair letting it fall to your shoulders.

“I never said it was a date, I just said go out with me.”

“Barnes, that literally is a way to ask someone out on a date” You both laughed and you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“When?”

“Tomorrow 8pm.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know, movies? Restaurant? You choose.”

“I’m indecisive. Choose.”

“Ugh fine um, movies. I heard there’s this really cool action movie coming out. Trailer was good but I forget the name. It surrounds this girl who is saving the world or something.” He stroked his chin and squinted his eyes trying to figure out the name of the movie.

“Wow you want to see Wonder Woman? And I thought you were more of a Marvel kind of guy.”

“What’s the difference? But is that a yes?”

“It would have been a yes if you didn’t just insult me! Marvel and DC are completely different things!” You dramatically throw your hands in the air earning a chuckle from him.

“I was joking!”

“I know you weren’t! But I really want to see Wonder Woman so I’ll go. Now let’s go before it’s too late.”

“Oh yeah, right. Accept the date but only because you ‘want to see the movie’” he mocked your voice and used his hands for dramatic and misused quotation marks. he picked up the sweating smoothie and took a drink before handing it to you.

“I bought this for you and it would be rude to not accept it.”

Laughing, you both walked to the front of the store. You checked everything to make sure it was clean for the next day and grabbed your bag and jacket before meeting him the front door.

“Well Mr.Barnes, you better make tomorrow worth it.”

“Oh I will, trust me, oh and call me Bucky.”

“Is your first name really Bucky?”

“It’s James but I prefer Bucky. Only close people can call me it.”

“Oh yeah, like Dolores.” You snorted. It probably wasn’t the best time to bring her up but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Okay, well, only close people who I give permission to can call me Bucky. I never gave her permission or mentioned the nickname to her; My father told her.”

“I don’t know…” you trailed off in a teasing way. You smiled and tapped his chest.

“I kinda like James more” you winked at him and lust filled his eyes. He loved the way you said his name. Normally if someone said his first name he would glare at them but the way you said it filled him with desire.

You opened the door so you both could walk outside to the parking lot. You dug in your bag to grab your keys to lock the door.

“You better lock it this time!” He opened his eyes wide, teasing you.

“I wasn’t suppose to the first time.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “And what does it look like I’m doing!” You jiggled the door to make sure it was locked before giving him once last smile and wave before walking to your car.

The moment you turned you felt a grab at your wrist, pulling you and turning you around to hit his hard chest. His warm lips connected with yours and his hands wrapped themselves around your waist.

After a moment of realizing what was happening you kissed him back, cursing yourself inside for giving into him when you clearly told yourself he didn’t deserve it. After a few seconds he pulled away and gave you a smile. He turned and walked to the direction of his car while holding up his hand.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Sweet Dreams, James.”

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Sexual Harrasment

Summary:  Tony Stark is your boss’ boss’ boss’ boss, but he’s taken an interest in you. After saying no he flexes his power.

Warnings: THIS IS A NON/CON-RAPE STORY. Please do not read if this offends you. Smut

Pairings: Tony Stark x reader

Words: 2800

A/N: For all the anon’s wanting more Mercy.  Here is just a straight up Non-Con Tony story.

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“Good Y/N, you’re here finally.”  Tony smiled when you went into his office the third time that day. “I need a feminine opinion.”

Originally posted by irenelair

You stopped at least five feet away from the man as he held his arm out.

“Mr. Stark…”

“Tony.” He walked over to you and slid his hand around your waist. “How many times do I have to tell you.  It’s Tony.”

“Tony.”  You crossed your arms. “I really can’t neglect the accounts like this. I’m a junior accountant.  For these special projects hire someone to make this their full time job.”

“Paying for this sort of thing isn’t my style.”  His eyes were glued to you, but you refused to look his way as he pulled your side. “Just kidding.”

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{Special} College!AU Hyungwon
  • major: linguistics 
  • minor: german 
  • sports: considered doing basketball for a bit but…..
  • clubs: on campus book club (more like gossip club), sometimes he writes critiques for the uni journal, co-founded nap club which is Exactly what it sounds like, works w/the german club to help out transfers 
  • the most annoying thing about being a linguistics major for hyungwon is when people ask him what the HELL linguistics even means 
  • and when hyungwon’s like “it is the scientific study of language” people seem to look at him like he’s out of his mind
  • but hyungwon loves language, ever since he picked up his first book, and since then he grew an overwhelming fondness to classic literature and authors like hermann hesse and thomas mann 
  • so hyungwon decided to learn german
  • german & korean ??? seems like it shouldn’t mix at all but the fact that not many people study it makes it in-demand when it comes to translators and TAs in the language so hyungwon easily finds an internship with the government where he works alongside the german translator for the prime minister
  • and it’s like a really upscale position and a rare opportunity but it’s funny because hyungwon treats it so casually, but because of his looks, everyone there is like he’s not the dongsaeng,,,,he’s too,,,,,,too,,,,,chic
  • hyungwon is really outspoken in his classes like you’d think there isn’t much to talk about in a phonology class or a syntax class but hyungwon is the student that always raises his questions and isn’t even afraid to get into an argument with a teacher if he has a different understanding of the readings
  • and he’s been like that since he was a freshman and everyone in his major looks up to him because like WOW he’s never nervous all his presentations and ideas are always so clear and to the point
  • as for german class, hyungwon can get really frustrated with it
  • because learning a language so different from his own sometimes gets him all riled up
  • and he’ll only speak german for like three days so when wonho, his roommate, tries to ask him if there’s any food left in the mini-fridge hyungwon is just like “ich bin beschäftigt, ich kann gerade nicht reden*” and wonho is like “….did you just curse me out or what???”
  • but hyungwon works hard like people at his internship and in school think this knowledge comes easily to him but they don’t see him sitting up till 4 am at his desk recopying notes and listening to german conversation recordings
  • and yeah he might look cool and unapproachable as he’s sitting in the campus cafe,  reading a book titled “Through the Language Glass: Why the World Looks Different in Other Languages”, and sipping an americano but 
  • he’s actually just a suffering college meme like the rest of his friends 
  • i.e. hyungwon cheering jooheon on when he said he’d salt kihyuns gummy worms when kihyun wasn’t looking or when he fell asleep standing up in the line at mcdonalds with wonho OR when he saved 126 photos of pepe the frog because minhyuk once compared him to the meme and now hyungwon can’t get over it
  • so as much as he model walks his way into intermediate german or down the halls of the government building he works at………like in his free time hyungwon’s napping in mismatched pajamas or laying upside down off the couch in his dorm watching dramas for 5 hours straight
  • long story short; looks cool but isn’t actually cool on the inside
  • and you know hyungwon since middle school you two grew up in the same neighborhood and have been friends ever since
  • granted there was that one fight back in high school you two had but that you Never Speak Of but anyway
  • you know hyungwon better than most people and so his balmain jacket, lemaire sweater, acne studio sneakers, and SL glasses don’t scare you away
  • instead you sneak up on him as he’s sitting in the library and ruffle the top of his hair like whATS UP bro and hyungwon’s like wh Y do you always do this it took me 45 minutes to comb my hair and you’re like ‘because when you’re sitting it’s the only time i can reach the top of your head’ and hyungwons like rolling his eyes like you’re so short
  • and you’re like NO YOU ARE THE TOO TALL ONE SHRINK and by this time everyones looking at you and you have to slink down into the seat across him and hyungwon’s like seriously you’re so loud and you’re like pfft whatever
  • and you guys have this dynamic that’s playfully teasing since you know it has been years that you’ve known each other it’s just comfortable
  • and you’re close to minhyuk and wonho too so it’s like you four are your own lil group with inside jokes and funny kakao talk chats 
  • so as you pull out your own notes hyungwon keeps writing and it’s just you know……..normal
  • until kihyun appears three minutes later, slapping down his stuff on the table and almost making you fall off your chair
  • and he’s like HYUNGWON SHES HERE
  • and you’re like ???? and hyungwon is like “who-”
  • and kihyun is jumping up and down more excited than ever and he’s like hyungWON HOW COULD You F O R G E T 
  • and hyungwon gets up and hes about to put his hands on kihyuns shoulders to stop him from bouncing around when suddenly someone else appears and everyone in the library turns to look because
  • the girl that walks up to hyungwon is gracefully tall with curly brown hair and glowing tan skin 
  • and kihyun hops over to you and he’s like “doesn’t she look like a model????” 
  • and hyungwon smiles and the girl introduces herself in stumbling korean as a transfer named agatha 
  • hyungwon’s voice turns warm and he says something about showing her around and after that the two start speaking in german
  • and you watch until you feel kihyun pat your back and say “don’t those two look great together? two models, really. we gotta make sure hyungwon doesn’t leave us for germany for good now - amiright?”
  • but you don’t really know what to say like  you’re not…..you’re not jealous it’s just weird because hyungwon never told you about this. usually he tells you about the transfers that come to work with him but he’s never mentioned this agatha person
  • but you don’t let it get to you, you shake it off and roll your eyes and tell kihyun that he needs to stop being so dramatic
  • and you gather your things and decide to just go and kihyun shakes his head and you don’t hear him but he’s like ‘….maybe this will finally make one of them confess’
  • and a couple of days later you run into hyungwon and agatha and for some reason you try to duck and hide but hyungwon sees you and waves you over
  • and he’s like “hey, you haven’t met agatha but she’s her from germany to study korean and ballet -” and in your head you’re like no wonder she’s so gorgeous and thin she’s a ballerina ho W WI ll i eV  E R stack up
  • but the other part of your brain is like: um hello no we aren’t jealous shut up and be nice to the girl you don’t even know her
  • and so you smile and introduce yourself back and hyungwon is like “actually, can you do me a favor?” and you’re weary like no i wont tell shownu you got food poisoning again so you can avoid his cooking but hyungwon’s like nO i have to go to my internship but agatha needs to find the language department can you take her????
  • and you’re like sure,,,?? and hyungwon gives you a lazy little smile and wait. did your heart just - it did. it. totally did
  • your heart just skipped for hyungwon. chAE HYUNGWON 
  • and hyungwon, completely oblivious, turns to agatha and is like “ill see you later, tell me if my friend does anything dumb” and you’re like heY ExcuSE m E and hyungwon just peaces out
  • and you’re standing there looking at him from afar and huffing like where does he get off saying you’ll do something dumb
  • but then agatha is like “is the language department over there?” and you’re like right i need to help this girl out
  • and so you walk her over and ask her a bit about herself and she’s really nice and sweet that in some ways you feel even more worse because obviously she’s so great and …………..hyungwon gets to spend an entire week with her
  • finally you guys get to the right department and agatha thanks you but before you leave she asks you how well you know hyungwon and you’re like um i guess pretty well?? we’ve been friends for some time and she smiles and she’s like “do you know if he’s seeing anyone?”
  • and you’re like …………………………………………..
  • well you’re like frozen because thinking back to it you and hyungwon barely ever talk about like…..dating……like as long as you’ve known each other neither you nor hyungwon has ever brought up your relationships or crushes with each other
  • which only know you’re starting to realize is kinda weird because like you went to middle school with him. high school. and now even college and you’ve never like heard him bring up a significant other
  • which is a shock considering how much minhyuk is always talking about romance and how many people have come up to you when you hang out and ask hyungwon or wonho or any of the boys really for their numbers 
  • and you must have been silent for a bit because agatha asks you if maybe she mispronounced something but you’re just like no no no it’s just….i don’t know im sorry
  • and she’s like “oh, i thought you might because you and hyungwon are close” and you’re like sorry,,,,,i …….
  • and you don’t really feel comfortable talking about anymore so you make up some quick excuse about running late for a club and basically make a dash across campus 
  • that night you get some texts in the group chat but you don’t open it and it gets the point where hyungwon even texts you outside of the chat to see what’s wrong but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to answer
  • and like ok maybe you’re being a little dramatic but it’s just weird ….romance never got between you and him but maybe in the back of your head you always knew hyungwon was good looking on a whole different level…..
  • like you were destined to only be his friend
  • AND THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OK until you found yourself looking through your old photos where he’s standing with his hand casually around your shoulder ……. or where he’s doing some funny face……or when he’s not even the main focus of the photo but still
  • you can’t take your eyes of him
  • you /like/ him and……….you’d never admitted it to yourself until now
  • so when you wake up you tell yourself that no. you have to get over hyungwon. and you know just the way the do it
  • it’s lunch and you’re sitting beside minhyuk who said he’d be studying but fell asleep and across is wonho playing on his phone and hyungwon reading another thick, intimidating looking book of his
  • and you clear your throat and you go “does anyone …… does anyone know someone whose free this friday?”
  • suddenly all three boys are looking at you like ????? what
  • and you bite your lip but keep your composure and you’re like “i got free tickets to this movie and,,,,idk do you guys know anyone who’d wanna go with me……..c’mon minhyuk you like playing matchmaker”
  • minhyuk, whose wide awake now, is just a gaping fish and he’s like um U M i mean…………um………..im friends with mark maybe he…um i know taehyung a bit…..
  • and wonho’s like “do you want a boy or girl or does it not matter?”
  • and hyungwon. hyungwon is silent
  • and for the first time you actually feel awkward around your best friends until suddenly like out of thin air appears………kihyun
  • and with a grin he’s like “i heard you had tickets to a movie, how about you take me?”
  • and you don’t see it but hyungwons fist clenches a bit over the edges of his book
  • and tbh you don’t like the smug grin on kihyun’s face, but your heads spinning and before you know it you’re nodding and reaching into you bag to hand him a ticket
  • and kihyun winks your way and ruffles your hair telling you he promises he won’t be late
  • and when he dashes off you turn and wonho and minhyuk both go into a fit of whistles and minhyuk gives your shoulder a little shove and they’re both like ‘ooOOOOO kih YU N~~~~~’
  • but hyungwon just shuts his book, mumbles “das ist zu viel” under his breath and gets up
  • wonho asks him what he says but hyungwon says he needs to go to catch the bus to his internship. wonho shrugs and turns back to you but in the back of your mind you know that….hyungwon doesn’t have his internship today
  • at 8 pm u get the text from kihyun that he’ll meet you outside in front of the college’s library. you feel bad  and consider texting him to cancel the plans but the movie isn’t even like a rom-com it’s some random title you picked and plus it’d be a waste to just throw away the money you spent so you try to pick a cuter outfit but in the end you end up late, rushing across the quad with your hair still slightly messy and notes from one of your classes scrawled on your arm
  • but once you get to the library,,,,,there’s no one there 
  • and you frown and call out kihyun’s name because c’mon don’t hide and play childish jokes like this
  • but ,,,, kihyun doesn’t appear
  • and then your phone rings and you pick it up expecting it to be kihyun with some lame excuse and you’re like “just tell me where you are kih-”
  • but then you hear hyungwons voice and he’s surprised like “kihyuns not there yet?” 
  • and you kind of freeze because why is he calling you all of a sudden?? but you’re like “n-no, do you need something?”
  • and hyungwon sighs on the other end and he’s like “no, i was just….worried” 
  • once again your test tightens but you try to ignore it and ask him why he has no reason to be and the other line is silent for a bit until he says that you just seemed weird…..today and when kihyun invited himself along with you…..hyungwon just stops there and sighs again 
  • and then your phone lights up against your ear and you look at it to see a text from kihyun’s number with thirty crying emojis and a ‘im sorry i can’t make it tonight’ text and you’re about to hang up so you can text back angrily but the next thing you see is the text:
  • ‘i know you didn’t want it to be me. ask hyungwon to go with you.’
  • and in your head it clicks, kihyun knew all along. he must have even predicted hyungwon would call you
  • and you’re quiet for so long until hyungwon’s voice asking if you’re still there is on the other a line
  • and you take in a breath before asking hyungwon if he wants to maybe……….go with you instead
  • and im not saying hyungwon runs over to you, because we all know about his inclination to doing the least amount of physical activity ever, but that’s exactly what he does
  • he gets to the library five minutes later huffing with his hands on his knees
  • and you’re about to make some joke but he beats you to it, pointing at your arm covered in reminders from class and messy hair and he’s like “seriously? you were going to go on a date looking like that?” 
  • and for a moment it’s as if everything is back to normal and you threaten to kick his shin and hyungwon laughs and you’re like let’s go we’re gonna be late
  • and at the movies hyungwon pays for your snacks and only complains the usual amount and you guys try ur luck at the crane games outside the theater and make fun of minhyuk’s snapchat story as the commercials play
  • and when finally the lights dim and the movie starts you finally realize that right now you’re technically on a date with hyungwon
  • your best friend
  • but as warm as you get for a moment, you remember agatha’s pretty face and how smart and handsome hyungwon is
  • and when you turn to see his profile illuminated by the lights from the screen you can’t help but just get sad again because ,……date? what a joke you guys are just doing what you always do….you’re just hanging out
  • and once it’s over, hyungwon is saying something about how bad the script is and you two are walking and laughing couples are passing by and all of a sudden you feel someone grab your hand in theres
  • and when you look down, hyungwon is lacing his fingers with yours and you stare at your hands and then up at him and hyungwon takes a step closer and then another until he’s so close your bodies are practically touching and he leans down
  • and for a second all you can see are his lips and when they move hyungwon says, “im glad it was me with you today and not anyone else.”
  • and your mind starts to interpret that one million different ways but your body just picks one and then moves you so your pressing your mouth to his
  • and hyungwons hand lets go of yours so his arms can wrap around you lazily
  • and it’s a gentle, slow first kiss but it’s made better by the fact that you can tell that it’s a hyungwon kind of kiss and his smile against your forehead when he pulls away makes you feel like you’re dreaming
  • until he whispers against your skin that he’s been waiting since fucking high school to do that
  • and that’s how you two finally - FINALLY - express how you feel
  • and as you’re going back to campus hyungwon stops and he’s like “i need to tell you something” and you’re like oh no. is this already the end what is happening
  • and hyungwon bites back his lip and he’s like “don’t be mad, but kihyun told me about how you think i like agatha.” and your eyes widen and you’re like hOW DID HE KNOW WH A  T i n EVEr sA Id Th AT TO  HIM and your cheeks turn red with embarrassment
  • but hyungwon just chuckles and puts a hand around your waist to pull you over and he’s like
  • “when he told me i thought he was joking because honestly, no one compares to you for me. like i literally can’t see anyone else but you - it’s kind of annoying at times.”
  • you hit him playfully on the arm and hyungwon just buries his nose in your hair and he’s like “kihyun told me, and then when you asked to go out with someone all of a sudden i thought it was over, that you had really……given up on me…..but then that rascal kihyun comes over and i knew he was planning something….”
  • you pull back and narrow your eyes like “wait - are you saying tonight was a set up????????????”
  • and hyungwon shrugs and looks away like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about but you’re like oh my GOD you conspired with kihyun
  • and hyungwon’s like don’t blame me!!! i thought you were seriously gonna move on without me,,,,,and date kihyun,…..
  • and youre like oh my god and hyungwon’s like ok ok ok at least we’re here together now - that’s good enough right?
  • and you huff but also like,,,how can you resist this tall memes smile
  • and so you just tell him to make it up to you by buying you lunch and he just grins and leans down to litter your neck in sloppy kisses and he’s like “are these not enough?” and you’re giggling but also like hyungwon,,,please,,,,,,
  • when you come into the cafe holding hands the next day minhyuk damn near spills his coffee over himself and runs over to demand and explanation
  • and you wanna say something but hyungwon just kisses the top of your head and is like “wenn du ihn/sie" anschaust, kille ich dich” and pulls you along
  • and minhyuk is like WHAT
  • agatha from like her seat at a table somewhere: “he said that if you look at his significant other, he’ll end you”
  • speaking of agatha she thinks you and hyungwon are so cute and tbh she’s so adorable at one point you’re like hyungwon i might break up with you and run away to germany with her,,,,,, and hyungwons like ha ha ha don’t or ill tell her in german that you’re toxic or something
  • but now that you two are dating like you still tease each other like before
  • except now you tease each other while cuddling and/or making out
  • and every time you’re like “you look dumb” hyungwon’s like “you look dumb too” and then you both laugh and kiss each other and literally everyone is like awwwwww except for jooheon who’s just like ??? yall just call each other dumb and then proceeded to kiss What Kind of Millenial Romance….
  • when it’s just the two of you though, hyungwon always makes you clear your lap so he can lay his head on it and read
  • and you play with his hair or do your own homework while he lays there
  • and sometimes you have to like pull his ear cuz he’ll doze off and you’re like c’mon focus buddy
  • your dorm ends up being filled with books that hyungwon leaves lying around when he comes over
  • and your roommates like “i didn’t know you were studying german?” one day and you’re like im not and she’s holding up like the advance textbook for german language and you roll your eyes because right my boyfriend left that here
  • you try on hyungwons expensive (but always too big) clothing and he’ll be like ‘that jacket cost 5k’ while sitting on his bed watching and you’re like ‘why it’s so ugly’ and hyungwon shrugs like ‘it’s fashion’
  • sometimes you’ll go to meet him after his internship and when he comes out you wave and he’ll purposely pretend to look around and not see you because he’s tall and you’re always like hyUNGWON and he’s like “i hear a voice but where is it coming from,,,,,,”
  • the funny thing about this is you two are joking around like this and hyungwon’s coworkers are watching from the windows like,,,,,,,hyungwon??? has a dorky side???? that boy with his perfect face is actually………..cute????
  • and yes yes he is he’s esp cute when he hasn’t had his morning coffee and keeps falling asleep with his head in the crook of your neck
  • and when he talks against your collar it tickles and you have to try and wake him up and he refuses until you literally get him his iced americano and put the straw to his lips
  • hyungwon once tells you that one of the prettiest words he’s ever heard in the language is actually your name and you get all blushy like what no,,,,and he’s like “im a linguistics major, trust me when i say your name is just so pleasent to say…”
  • and whenever he gets out-of-nowhere romantic like that you fret and say a corny joke but hyungwon just pulls you over so you’re ontop of him and gives you those slow kisses of his
  • and you wanna be like hEY but ……… he always smells good and his lips are always so soft how would you even say no
  • hyungwon and you go shopping together and you’re like watching him pick good outfit after good outfit and you’re like ….how….does he do it
  • like you pick something and hyungwon’s like shaking his head
  • and soon enough he’s shopping for you
  • but it’s worth it because when he picks something out and yall go out on a date to like a bookstore or a new art exhibit everyone does a double take because you two look GOOD
  • power couple amiright 
  • people always ask how it feels to be dating a male model and you’re like he’s not,,,,,but,,,,,,you’re right he should be
  • that and you also can’t help but laugh because these people think hyungwon is so chic and cool when last night you literally wheeled him around in one of those grocery carts in the parking lot of the school
  • it was funny because his long legs hung out of the cart and you were sure they were gonna touch the floor at some point
  • but that corny, playful side is just for you and hyungwons close friends
  • there’s a time where hyungwon starts refreshing his memory for a big german test he’s going to have and he’s going over the words for the body, like the translations 
  • and he pulls you by the wrist and points to your eyes and then nose and then lips and he’s reading them off in german but somehow………
  • his mouth trails over the curve of your neck and he starts whispering the words against your skin
  • and like im not saying that you guys are alone in his dorm, wonho’s gone on one of his study abroads, the windows are dark and it’s raining ever so slightly outside and hyungwon’s big warm hands work their way up your shirt
  • and no way am i saying that he lifts you up to sit on his hips and before you know it he isn’t speaking in german or korean or whatever he’s just listening to the sounds you’re making and yeah
  • you all know where im totally going with this ok
  • waking up in the morning and helping hyungwon find his glasses, sitting up in the sheets with him and brushing his bangs from his face, kissing his pretty more puffy than ever lips ^^
  • sometimes you’ll sit in between his legs and the two of you will look at those old photos from the past and embarrassingly confess that you guys have been into each other for way longer than expected
  • and hyungwon might bring up that time where he felt really bad about not asking you to prom
  • and you’ll tell him how sad you were when you guys got split up for different math classes that one year
  • and then you’ll laugh about it because you’re here with each other now
  • hyungwon makes you join nap club and when you’re like “what do we do?” when you show up in the room to find all the tables moved to the sides and a bunch of blankets and pillows on the floor
  • hyungwon just wraps you up in a hug, pulls a blanket over you two and he’s like “we. Nap.”
  • every time you guys walk past kihyun he does the finger guns at you and you’re literally like hyungwon hold me back i want to fight him 
  • reading your paper outloud to hyungwon after you guys make out and order pizza and he offers critique and you wanna be like gOd why is he so smart and always right but you just settle for rolling your eyes and hyungwon grins because he’s like “ill take that as a you agree that im right” and you’re like dont make me shove this slice of pizza in your mouth
  • one night as you’re falling asleep in hyungwon’s arms, he says “du bist die wichtigste Person für mich auf der ganzen Welt”
  • in the morning you try to memorize it and put it into google translate but it doesn’t work, instead you find someone else whose taking german and they’re like “oh! it means you’re the most important person to me in the world”

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The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon (2)

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

Description: Kim Junmyeon, your neighbor and ex best friend suddenly begins taking to you after nearly six years of silence. Although he may be talking to you, he’s not the most…decent person now that he’s grown up.

Warnings: vulgar language. Fuckboy-ism. Slight smut. Everyone stays clothed for now.

Word Count: 2,510

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader / Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (IT’S BACK I’M SORRY FOR MY BABIES THAT HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE ENDING)

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Junmyeon didn’t talk to you for a couple days and you were thankful for that. You didn’t want to deal with him. You stared at your ceiling that night and wondered what had gone so wrong in Junmyeon’s life to make him act like this.

Not that you cared. You stopped caring six years ago when he stopped talking to you. Both of him and Chanyeol weren’t present at school that day, and it kind of weirded you out. You and Chanyeol were supposed to be working on your project.

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Dex drops his bag next to the green couch and shrugs off his coat, heading toward the soft yellow light spilling out of the kitchen. The Haus is quiet; it’s midterms week, and everyone is pulling their last marathon study sessions before the final round of tests ends tomorrow. Fortunately for Dex, his last exam was earlier this morning, but the others are still holed up in their usual study spaces. If he’s right, Ransom and Holster should be in the library, Chowder should be in Farmer’s dorm, Lardo should be pacing around her studio, and Bitty should be - well, in the kitchen, he guesses, considering the smell that’s wafting through the hallway. 

He guesses right. When he enters the kitchen, he finds Bitty rolling out sugar cookie dough and humming whatever’s playing in his earbuds. Dex taps the doorframe to let Bitty know he’s there, and then he notices that Bitty isn’t alone.

Nursey’s here, too, scribbling frantically on a yellow legal pad and buried under a mess of loose papers and highlighters. Bitty turns to give Dex his best warning stare and Dex makes a motion as if to zip his lips shut, perching up on the countertop and stealing a cookie from the tray that’s cooling next to him.

For a minute or two he watches Nursey continue to scribble like his life depends on it. He’s seen Nursey this stressed before, but only around exams. Nursey may try to maintain his chill, but Dex knows that his grades are one of the few things that can pull his d-man out of his shell instantly. He works hard, Dex thinks. Really hard. Sometimes, beyond the point when even Dex himself would call it quits and take a nap - and Dex doesn’t give anything up easily. Never has, never will. 

He’s startled out of his thoughts by Bitty pushing a mixing bowl into his arms and handing him a wooden spoon. While Bitty swaps trays in and out of the oven, Dex starts absentmindedly mixing, watching as Nursey shuffles some papers around and picks up a green highlighter. 

Nursey underlines a few phrases before tossing the highlighter back onto the table, heaving a heavy sigh, and shoving a hand through his hair. Dex gets an idea. It’s stupid and small, but it’s an idea. 

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He loves me, He loves me not Pt.3

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

A/N: It’s been so long since I posted something in writing. I advise you re-read the previous parts in case you forgot what’s happening. This is the last part of this request. I might post an epilogue, still considering though. Enjoy!

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How to Survive Exam Season

This one is dedicated to everybody who is stressed right now and to everybody who has to write exams at the moment (including myself).


Prompt: here
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1678
Summary: Simon works as a teacher in a high school and has a crush on another one of the teachers, Baz. When Simon is in a desperate situation, Baz decides to help out.



“Snow?”
Oh no. Fuck no. It’s the voice of Mister Sexy. (That’s not his name. Except he might possibly be the most handsome person I’ve ever seen.)

I turn around, slowly, because there’s the silly hope that he might not see me if I don’t make any sudden movements. He’s already seen me. Maybe he’s right when he says I’m stupid.

And there he stand in the corridor, looking absolutely perfect, which isn’t fair. Because right now I’m wearing the ugly yellow T-Shirt that’s a bit stained with paint and that I usually only wear to sleep. Also, I’m pretty sure there are cobwebs stuck in my hair. So basically I look like I have never heard of the existence of mirrors and he looks like the definition of stunning.

And that’s just great. Couldn’t have gone any better. Except now the urge to bang my head against the wall has increased by four hundred percent. (He would know. He’s a maths teacher – history, too, and politics, but I swear if you could choose more than three subjects, he’d be qualified to teach any subject in school. I’m not making that up, I saw in his qualifications that he can speak five different languages. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been stalking him. It’s just that I happened to stumble across them. Somehow. And I saw him play football with the sports teachers. He’s really good at it. I’m just searching for something he’s not perfect at. Not stalking him, Crowley.)

Anyhow, the reason why I want to bang my head against the wall.
“Why are you under the staircase?”
And why I’m under the staircase.

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(@kazbrekrer sent me the prompt "come to bed, i’m tired and i want my last night to be spent with you" & i got an idea for pynch so…. here it is!)

words: 1768
fandom: the raven cycle
pairing: ronan/adam

Ronan Lynch was sulking in a very Ronan Lynch kind of way, which was to say he wasn’t sulking at all. He rather looked like he was two seconds away from bolting up from the couch and disappearing into the night like Chainsaw often did. His left leg hadn’t stopped bouncing since they’d sat down, his mouth was busy destroying his bracelets, his fingers were drumming a fast-paced beat on his thigh, and he hadn’t looked at Adam Parrish once in the past twenty minutes.

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a lesson on style

Originally posted by chansebaeksboyslove

part i, ii

you’ve always been content with being associated with one word and one word only: average. average in looks, academics and social skills, you’re just looking to graduate high school without causing disasters you’ll have to live with until you kick the bucket. when you’re paired with school king park chanyeol for the semseter-­long physics thesis, you can’t help but think the entire situation has pretty much set itself up for failure. That is, until you strike a deal with your partner. An AU tale involving lessons in popularity, eleven consecutive B­ minuses, a secretly sensitive, chess­-loving jock, and an amateur sex tape.

Pairing: chanyeol x reader x baekhyun
Verse: high school au { jock!chanbaek ft. a super cute whiny ap physics genius jongdae }
Rating: M
Warnings: none
Word count: 5.9k

A/N: so i initially wanted to try and focus only on i won’t give up, but while i was planning it, i got pretty deep into it and just… well, um, got sad. i decided to put something a little more lighthearted up. i wanted to play around a little with perspective and try to focus less on narration and more on stream of consciousness. hopefully that makes for an interesting read! with that in mind, please enjoy, and also look forward to the next chapter of i won’t give up! 

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