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Happy birthday to our resident reliable rock Park Minhyuk (Rocky). I honestly hope that people stop sleeping on him, because he deserves so much more than he is getting. Rocky is good at everything: he can dance, rap, has amazing vocals, writes great lyrics, acts, is soft an nice, borderline weird, exTRA, handsome. I honestly can’t imagine a better choreography for morning call or fireworks than the one he created. A multi threat. A full package. Thank you for being born, Park Minhyuk.

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Poirot gets a rose named after him at The Chelsea Flower Show 1935

Jin singing B1A4 Sandeul’s “Stay as you are” in a Bangtan Bomb 

Testosterone Boys

Reader x F*ckboi!Yoongi ft. Taehyung
Synopsis: 
A little end of the year party tradition gets taken too far.
Genre: Smutty, Angst
Word Count: 7.1k
Part 1 of 2


Originally posted by dreamyoongi


“No! It’s not happening.”  

“C'mon. It’s harmless. Seriously, it’d be like a chill thing.”

“No, Yoongi. There’s no way I’m doing that.”

“Why not? There’s seriously no ill feelings behind it, I only need them for a little bit and then you’ll get it back.”

“Why can’t you take no for an answer, Loser. I’m not giving you my underwear. Bye.”  

Yoongi sighed as he followed you outside of the house party to the backyard. The music pounded through the walls from inside, blaring fast beats and obscene profanities, echoing past numerous houses down the street. The cold air hit your cheeks that were tinted red from the alcohol and the heat of the copious amounts of bodies ‘bumping and grinding’ on one another.  

Even outside, the yard was filled with scattered groups and couples. Each of them drinking from those infamous red, plastic cups, taking hits off of each others blunts, or connected to their partners lips. Pushing past them was no easy task, consistently bumping into intoxicated bodies as you made your way to the empty swinging loveseat.

You ran your hand through your hair as you sat, attempting to catch a breath. The party was suffocating. It seemed as though people flooded every room, corner, crevice and pocket the household had. The bathroom; occupied by two girls from your Literature class going down on the All-Star Quarterback whose only response to the disturbance was “Do you wanna join?”

The bedrooms were either locked and if they weren’t you wouldn’t dare go into them anyways. Oh no, you’d learned your lesson the first time you’d ever gone to a house party of this size. Turns out, High Schoolers were a lot kinkier than you could ever have thought.  

Any other room was full of people trying too hard to impress their peers when in the end it didn’t even matter. You never saw the point in these fiascos. High School lasts 4 years and then it’s over with and you don’t ever see these people again. They weren’t important to you in the long run.

So, why were you here in the first place? Well you could thank your 'best friend’ for that. Park Jimin. After well, years, of begging for you to try another party saying, “It won’t be like the first one, I promise. I won’t leave your side and we’ll have fun, just the two of us, okay?” He finally got you to agree to try it once more making him swear he really wouldn’t leave you alone at any point during the party. But, here he was; weak as a kitten as soon as his ex walked in, begging for some alone time to 'talk’.

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yugyeom in hard carry mv (meme7 version 2/7)

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2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader is stranded on the side of the road and Jensen comes to the rescue.

Prompt: “Why aren’t you nervous around me?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed


“Son of a fuck!” You half growl, half whine shooting daggers at the flat tire in front of you.

This is just perfect. This is what you get for finally taking a week off from your work. Being a successful, in demand actress isn’t always the best thing for your health. The stress alone could kill you.

So you figured visiting your parents in your hometown would be a good break. You foolishly borrowed your brother’s car to do some errands and of course he’s never been one to take care of things. Case and point. His car fucking sucks.

Your plans have obviously been changed and now you’re stranded on the side of the road. Cursing at yourself for even leaving the house, you start pacing around the car like a mad woman.

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pink : hs

Request: No

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Word count: 764

What are you about to read: A very small piece where Y/N really adores Harry’s pink suit from Today Show

Requests closed bc finals!

“Y/N?” She turned her head immediately and looked at the man who was calling her name.

Y/N wasn’t expecting someone to come look for her since she let them -including Harry- know that she was going to the bathroom.

She even spent twenty minutes trying to find the stalls in front of the luxurious building that the Today Show was taking place.

She put off the cigarette quickly and wished that he wouldn’t question her.

“Oh, Jeff. You scared me,”

Jeff gave her a small smile and took a step towards her, now making it easy for Y/N to smell his expensive perfume.

“Sorry about that, Harry’s live in ten. He kept asking for you so I thought I’d look for you.” He spoke softly, breaking their eye contact for a moment to glance at the fag on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry. Was just getting some air.”

“He won’t be too happy you know, about the smoking.” Jeff started again, now they were headed to the room where Harry was waiting, along with other people.

It wasn’t her fault that she was addicted to smoking.

It wasn’t her fault that she kept craving a cigarette when someone smoked near her.

She started smoking at seventeen, stopped for only a year while she was with Harry but she couldn’t stop smoking once or twice, here and there when she got too anxious or nervous.

When they arrived to the large room where Harry’s clothes were spread, Y/N'e eye caught a certain tall guy, a bottle of water on his hand, making a conversation with an old man.

When Jeff left to answer his phone, Y/N made her way to Harry, lusting over his pink suit. She was a sucker for Harry in pink -also a sucker for Harry in nothing- and she could help the tingling sensation between her legs while looking at Harry in his pretty suit.

“Are yeh eyeing me love?” Harry whispered, kissing the shell of her ear making her more fidgety.

He knew what he was doing and Y/N was damn sure he didn’t care on bit.

She gave him a smile and wrapped her arms around her waist, careful not to wrinkle the outfit too much.

“You ready to rock this place,” she said, her fingers caressing his waist slowly and looking at his lips while he smiled down at her.

He looked extra handsome today, Y/N thought.

His face was totally glowing, the smile on his cherry-pink lips reaching his emerald eyes and making the dimple -oh God, that dimple- appear gracefully.

He had a stubble.

The thought of his stubble touching, bruising and destroying her thighs making her eyes teary.

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