Gregg Sulkin photographed by Dimitry Loiseau for Regard magazine. Gregg wears zip neck fitted blazer in navy and quilted skinny moto denim in black by RNT23, pure cotton shirt in light pink by Ron Tomson
Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.
The situation is dire, but Jeongguk doesn’t
seem to be aware of even an inkling of your desperation as you run your hands
over his chest frantically.
“Damn it Jeon Jeongguk, did you work out
again? I literally just replaced all the dress shirts in your stage outfits
with a size up just last week! And Jungyeon unnie will kill me if I tell her
your blazer needs to be altered, again.
Didn’t manager Sejin tell you that you weren’t allowed to work out anymore??”
He doesn’t seem to be listening to your mini
rant as he checks himself out in the mirror behind you, admiring the smokiness
of the eyeshadow smudged on his lids, and running a finger along the sharp
crease of his jaw before adjusting the mic headset around his ear.
You give his nipple a sharp pinch and he
yelps in response. He has the decency to look a little guilty as he shifts his
gaze to your face, and fiddles with his bottom lip in hesitation.
these are mostly s1-3 but i’m starting to add s4-6! i have them divided by season & arcs. and these are mostly finished fics with a very rare few exceptions (bc i have a hard time keeping up with wips in sorry!) i’ll be posting again when i have some more to add :) *these are in no particular order just as i happen to read them*
and always please leave a nice comment/review!!
@littlereddove bc i told you i’d give you older fics ! so here’s a mix.
Summary: Hoseok is kind, charming and friendly, but there are some lies behind the blinding smile of this strip club owner. Jungkook is a mysterious, passionate musician- and don’t you know that you need to sacrifice in order to achieve your dreams… sometimes even your morals?
you first meet because of mutual friend hoseok who’s hosting an party at his place
accompanied by lots of music, food, dancing but also,,,,,his living room is packed with people waiting their turn to play mario kart on the new tv hoseok got
and like,,,,you’re excited to beat anyone who dares challenge you because,,,,,tbh,,,,,ur Really Good at this game. esp as mario,,,,,that’s ur boy
but when u go up,,,,the person you’re going up against,,,,,,picks,,,,,,mario,,,,,and so do u
and u both look at each other and ur like,,,,,my Mario is superior and the boy is like “please, people around here call me mariojin,,,,instead of seokjin,,,,,because mama mIA am i good at playing as him”
and ur like HMPH we’ll see
and ofc,,,,the rest of the night consists of a u and jin epic mario kart battle on hoseok’s wii u and people even gather around to watch and maybe taehyung starts taking bets u never know
but in the end it’s a tie,,,,,,and u and jin are still bickering over who is better that hoseok literally has to push u two out of his apartment and be like take this lovers quarrel out of my home
even tho u and jin are not lovers u just met but tbh u two can’t just leave it in peace,,,,you have to find out,,,,,so you end up exchanging numbers and making a promise to meet up soon and figure out WHO is finally the better mario. worthy of the great mustache
and u,,,,,,do meet up with jin,,,,but like more than once and at some point it isn’t about the battle between u two it’s just that u guys have a lot in common aside from games!!! and when you get together jin is always showing u pics of his dog and ur like telling him about this new dish u tried over the weekend and ,,,,it becomes a friendship based on competitive mario kart games and mutual interest in each others hobbies
you know,,,,,,,,a normal friendship
until it’s not normal anymore,,,,because u both find yourselfs at another party,,,,but this time it’s a wedding party,,,,,for someone you both know
and hoseok’s there too and when u and jin sit beside each other at the ceremony hoseok turns around and whispers behind his hand “you guys should try and catch the bouquet since ur obviously the next ones to be married ;-)”
and u and jin are like whAt are u talking about and hoseok’s like when people meet because they fight,,,,,,it usually means love will come in the end
and with that he turns back and watches the wedding and ur sitting beside jin,,,,,,who btw looks amazing in a suit,,,,,,,like u didn’t pay much attention until u see him from the corner of ur eye and hoseok’s voice rings in ur head
and jin,,,,,has always been attractive,,,,,but he cleans up so well in a fitted blazer and collard shirt not to mention the way his tie is just loose enough to kind of look,,,,,,sexy on him
and ur like no no no this is the dude u play mario kart and get dorky with,,,,,,,,,,,that’s totally nOT,,,,boyfriend material
EXCEPT IT IS iT one HUNDREd p ERCent is
and u cant belive it as ur all getting up to clap as the wedding couple comes laughing down the aisle that ur realizing ur feelings for jin right at this momenT LIKE how CORNY
but also,,,,u glance at jin who smiles at u and ur heart sinks a bit because,,,,he obviously didnt take hoseoks words to heart like u did
but as ur going over to the catering stall as everyone around u gets ready for the after party u feel someone grab ur wrist
and jin turns u around and he’s like “hey,,,,do u want to sit together?” and ur like sure,,,,,,,slightly sighing until u realize jin is leading u away from the masses of guests
and to behind a building where suddenly ur alone and it’s quiet and jin goes
“so,,,,we didn’t catch the bouquet but,,,,do u want to see if hoseok was right?”
and u feel ur face get red and ur like ,,,w,,what do u mean and jin,,,,,who is usually either sassing u over a game or doing that squishy smile of his suddenly looks much more,,,,,mature
eyes serious and pretty lips parted and ur like,,,,,,,,,,swallowing the lump in ur throat
while jin is just like “i can’t believe ur going to make me say it, but do you want to make out at this wedding and see where it goes?”
and ur like ok,,,,,,,,,,,,YES
and u basically fall into each other with absolutely no shame and it’s great. it’s spectacular. jin can kiss even better than he can play games which is sAYing soMETHING
and ur messy hair and jin’s abandoned tie tell hoseok everything he needs to know when u guys go back and sit at his table and he’s just like “hmm, invite me to the wedding guys!”
and u and jin are like SHUT but also ,,,,,ur holding hands under the table
Hii! Can you do a fic in the future where jughead already published his first novel and he has like some sort of conference or sth where he gets asked questions and all and somebody asks about the girls next door and he talks so sweetly about her and like Betty is in there too and all. Idk if you get it but English isn't my first language. Oh and I love your writing btw you are really talented
*insert here Titanic’s “It’s been 84 years” gif* Yes, it’s a prompt!! I finally uploaded one! Easter holidays are totally messing my writing scedule and I’m so terribly sorry for that. But I’m back in the game and I promise I’ll be my usual bughead obsessed self from now on! So, I’ve finished this just before the episode aired yesterday (I was just so tired to go over it and post it after the episode ended, I’m sorry) and I’m very pleased a lot of things that I wrote became canon. I had so much fun writing this because I’m a sucker for future fics and because that’s pure fluff and a huge, much needed dose of happiness to Jughead’s life! Also I changed the request a little, I wrote this as a TV interview just to make it more grande for Juggie, I hope you don’t mind, nonnie! Thank you for requesting and for your lovely words!!! <3 Hope you all enjoy (and maybe this will make you hate me less for my tardiness) !! <3
Betty could literally feel
herself bouncing on her heels with nervous excitement, the velvet material of
her blush colored pumps getting scratchy as they rubbed up against each other
but, truly, right now, she didn’t give a damn about her potentially ruined shoes.
She could only focus on the red digital numbers changing sequentially over the silver
doors of the semi-packed elevator she was in, biting her lip nervously and
counting mentally in her mind as if that way, somehow, the numbers would run
faster and the silver cage would miraculously arrive on her floor in a
if anyone who didn’t experience the absolute chaos that was fashion in the early 2000s wanted to know what it was like this really is all you need to know. especially beyonce like….monochromatic and seasonally confused, mid calf uggs paired with a super low rise mini and an oversized belt, topped with an ill fitting blazer. it doesn’t get better than that
i couldn’t edit the other post i made so i’m just making a new one. these aren’t in any particular order, just however i happen to read them! they’re divided up by season/arc that made sense to me lol please check the warnings, most aren’t that dark or anything but please check to be careful :)
please leave kudos & comments!! show the writers some love ❤️
A/N: Feedback would definitely be appreciated on this one guys if you have the time to say something please do. I’ve never been so desperate for feedback in my life lol.
You stood in front of your mirror staring at your
unrecognisable reflection; tilting your head from side to side just to make
certain that the person staring back at you was yourself. The last time you
were fortunate enough to experience looking and feeling like a princess was
your previous prom though admittedly you didn’t look as good as you did now.
You were stood in the beautiful fuchsia dress that Baekhyun had so kindly and
selflessly bought you, your hair was combed into a neat bun and your makeup was
subtle and elegant.
“You look absolutely beautiful.” Your mum poked her head
around the door and smiled at you softly.
“Thanks mum.” You smiled back as you bowed your head,
stroking the silver bangles on your wrist that made a sound every time you
“Your friends are downstairs.” Your mum said; linking her
arms in yours as she escorted you out of the room; the both of you slowly
descending the stairs. You saw Rozz, Nel, Jongdae, Minseok and Baekhyun
standing at the bottom of steps looking up at you and the all looked sublime.
Nel was slightly more simple however Rozz truly looked like royalty.
“Wow.” Baekhyun looked at you with wide eyes and in that
moment you were sure you could see a twinkle in his eyes as they rested upon
your figure. “I mean—you look great…” He cleared his throat as he looked at his
shoes and then over to Minseok.
“Thanks…you look great yourself. You all do.” You smiled at
them as you stepped down from the last step. “Where’s Sehun?” You frowned
looking about you. You hadn’t spoken since he pushed your desk over in class
and though you weren’t on good terms you still wanted him to be at the prom
after all you were all working hard and you deserved the occasion.
“He’s outside in his car. He refused to come in.” Minseok
shrugged his shoulders, he was still agitated that the two of you quite simply
wouldn’t make up and you had to keep reminding him that it wasn’t that simple,
but that had taken a back seat since the abduction of Youngjae.
“And Chanyeol?” You asked, biting your lip anxiously.
Minseok sighed as he looked heavenwards.
“Well since Youngjae is still missing… he’s at home with Hani and…you know.”
You nodded solemnly. Youngjae was still missing and deep down you were all
beginning to assume the worst. Chanyeol had been crying nonstop for days; he
was no longer attending classes or study sessions and you were beginning to
wonder if he would make it through the exams.
Jongdae cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Shall we?” He asked as he lead the way and exited the
house. He looked dapper, they all did. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away
from Byun Baekhyun. You watched as his shoes glistened in the moonlight. His blazer
fit him perfectly and clung to all the areas that it should; his hair parted
directly down the middle and blowing slightly in the night time breeze, a stray
strand falling into his brow. You smiled to yourself at what a masterpiece he
was and as you were staring at Baekhyun you could almost certainly feel another
pair of eyes burning into your cheek. You looked over at the cars and saw Sehun
scowling at you as you walked directly beside Baekhyun.
Nel tapped on his car window forcing him to lower the glass. The truth of it
all was Sehun looked grand. His hair was neatly gelled to the side, a small
black bow tie was positioned perfectly around his collar, but as far as you
were concerned the two of you weren’t friends.
“Who’s getting in what car?” Nel asked as she looked
intently at Sehun’s sculpted face. He looked as though he was sculpted out of
marble, ice and demise. You had never seen him look so militant.
“Anyone but her.” He flicked his cold eyes into your
direction and then raised his window once again. You scoffed and rolled your
“I wasn’t going to get in his car anyway.” You carried on
walking until you got to Baekhyun’s car; opening the door you lowered yourself
into the passenger seat. “Bugsy on the front seat.” You called before you shut
your door. You smiled as you drank in the familiar smell of Apple, Cinnamon and
Baekhyun that you so welcomingly allowed to wrap itself around you multiple
times. The car was warm and you could hear your breathing as it echoed into
your ears, you were excited about tonight but you also had a funny feeling that
you couldn’t shake. Besides, the night didn’t feel complete with the absence of
Chanyeol and Sehun’s friendship. You sighed as Minseok, Rozz and Baekhyun got
into the car. Yet it remained silent until Rozz disrupted the quiet.
“Guys do you think Youngjae is still alive?…”
The car was engulfed in silence again, but this time it was
so intense to the point where it was almost dizzying.
“We just need to hope and pray that he’s okay.” Minseok
breathed as he tugged at the seatbelt beside him. “I just hope wherever he is
that he’s not too afraid.”
“I hope Chan’s okay…” Rozz sighed as she looked sadly at
your reflection in the rear view mirror. You stared blankly back at her, unable
to get the image of a diced Youngjae out of your head.
“Let’s just get to prom shall we? Good vibes only people!”
Baekhyun smiled as he put his foot down on the pedal and followed Sehun’s car.
Your institution had rented the town hall for the occasion
and it was only now that you were aware of how much you had been
underestimating its size. The décor was absolutely beautiful; who ever had done
it definetly had a great eye for colour, style and taste. Supposedly the theme
was ‘starry night’ and so the colours navy blue, silver and gold ran between
the walls. Music was making the ground shake and the food and drinks kept
coming at a steady pace and in that moment you wished that Chanyeol were there
to enjoy it with you.
“Photo booth!” Nel shouted as grabbed Jongdae’s arm and
pulled him towards the booth. “Come on guys!” She called. You all followed
behind and arranged yourself inside. Sehun making sure that he was standing on
the furthest side from you.
“Say SMARTIES!” Baekhyun shouted. You ended up laughing as
the camera flashed. “We’re going to have to crop Chanyeol into this.” He pulled
the photo out from the dispenser bellow. “Trust Sehun to not smile, why so
grumpy old man?” Baekhyun laugh, but Sehun only responded to him with a cold
glare, which made Baekhyun stop smiling and caused him to bite his lip
“Okay well I’m going to have a good time so…” You stepped
out of the photo booth and walked to the other side of the hall towards the
table of drinks, you felt someone following you.
“I know I’m amazing but honestly you don’t have to be on my
ass.” You chuckled as you looked over your shoulder.
“I know I know… I just wanted to say you really do look
amazing.” Baekhyun smiled as he stood in front of you, bopping his head lightly
to the music. You smiled at him. “So, you gonna tell me I look good back or? …”
“Yeah you look alright I guess…I mean you don’t scrub up too
badly or anything.” You smiled spitefully, only God knows how much your heart
was about to rip through your chest just staring at him. He was slowly sucking
you into a trance without even knowing.
“Thanks though Baek.” Your eyes lingered on his. “For this
dress and –”
“It’s okay.” He grabbed your hands in his and squeezed them
lightly. “Honestly you deserve it. And would you…umm…dance with me?”
Although your heart was fluttering inside your chest you frowned deeply at him
and stepped back an inch or so.
“You loathe dancing with people Baek, even me. Are you
feeling good?” You laughed lightly but your face dropped as you saw his
expression change to a completely blank stare. “Baek?” You whispered staring at
him wearily. He squeezed both of your hands lightly once again.
“Would you believe me if I told you you’re amazing and one
of the best people I have ever met? If I said I was foolish…would you promise
to give me a second chance and let me explain myself no matter what happened?”
“Baekhyun what are you talking about?”
“Would you believe me if I told you I loved you?”
Your eyes widened and your breath stopped and all of a
sudden the only people who were present in the hall were you and Baekhyun…and a
pair of eyes burning into the back of your skull.
“Baekhyun what do you me—”
“Byun Baekhyun; I need to talk to you. Now.” Sehun frowned
swooping in; he yanked your hands out of Baekhyun’s grip.
“We’re busy can’t you see that!” You hissed as loudly as you
could over the music.
“Well sorry but we’re busier.” He pulled Baekhyun away and
to the other side of the room.
You scowled as you began to walk towards Jongdae’s direction, when suddenly you
heard a loud bang. Before you knew it you saw the giant disco ball that was
hanging from the ceiling hurtling towards the ground smashing to millions of
shards as it connected with the ground. You let out a scream as you felt
fragments of glass dig into your skin, causing you to drop down to the ground
in pain. You noticed a fog now; the hall was covered in smoke as the music cut
and people were screaming and rushing to the exit; some shamelessly trampling
over you to get to the other side. You saw a dark shadow approaching you
through the thick fog and soon you were being dragged outside as your vision
began to falter and fade.
You woke up not knowing exactly how long you were out for on
the cold concrete floor at the back of the hall. You looked down at your cold
shivering body. Your lovely dress was torn; half of it on your body whilst half
it was on the floor beside you. Your underwear and parts of your skin were
exposed to the cold air and you squeezed your eyes shut in pain as you could
still feel the pain from the glass piercing into your skin.
“Y/N! Y/N!. What happened!?”
You looked ahead of you to see Jongdae running towards you. You began to cry
soundlessly as he slowly knelt beside you; removing his blazer to cover you up.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re alright.”
???’s P.O.V.- Group Chat Conversation:
#3: What the fuck!? What the fuck is this?! You said nobody
would get hurt.
#4: I’ve had enough of your damn moaning and whining, what
is wrong with you? You said you were in!
#2: No…I agree this went too far.
#1: You said you were in but now you’re complaining. I’m
sure you can imagine how angry that makes me.
#2: He’s right you went too far! This was only supposed to
be a harmless scare!
#3: You said you’d return the boy. It’s been days where the
fuck is he?! I never signed up for that shit!
#4: He’s alive.
#2: WHAT BOY?!
#1: The brother or Park Chanyeol. Why the fuck does it
#1: I don’t know his name. I don’t care about damn specifics;
I only care about the thrill. Listen…I made this group chat small and excluded
the girls to make this easier but the both of you are really beginning to piss
#2: You have fucking Youngjae! I’m sorry you’ve taken this
too far Reiji…I’m out.
1-Reiji: You’re fucking in Sehun! There’s no way out so don’t
2- Sehun: I said I’m out!
-Sehun has left the
#4: That motherfucker!
Reiji: He’s going to regret that.
#3: But the boy…and Y/N. You said nobody would get hurt.
Reiji: What the fuck is wrong with you Baekhyun? You wanted
fun so we gave you fun. You wanted a way out of that boring and demanding good
student life so we provided you with that opportunity. You’re not trying to
back out now are you? I said once you’re in then you’re in… unless you’re
willing to learn the hard way.
3-Baekhyun: No…no I’m not backing out…
4-K: Y/N seems to be your weakness huh? So don’t go leaving now big boy.
Oh Sehun/Reader Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually) Word count: 1629
“No! You can’t be serious?!” You groaned in
exasperation at your friend.
“I am perfectly serious, Eunmi.” Jieun smiled
sweetly, like she didn’t just drop a metaphorical bomb on you, and continued
digging into the ice cream in front of her. “You asked for help and I
“Out of all the people you know, it had to
be him?!” You whined, burying your face into your hands.
Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)
I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)
Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and
the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy.
He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes
butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible
amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business.
He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college
freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others
think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip
boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal
parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.
And that, right up
there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.
The first day of school was the last thing
you wanted to wake up to, but with Ali pulling on you, you had no other
“Fin!” Ali called out as you adjusted your
poorly tied tie to fit underneath your blazer. “We’re going to be late if you
Fin came bounding down the stairs, running
straight into the kitchen.
“Fin!” Ali called again, stomping into the
kitchen after her brother.
“I’m coming Ali, give me a minute,” Fin
You stood by the front door, fiddling with
the end of your skirt. You hadn’t worn a skirt for a few months now, and this
one wasn’t particularly one that you’d even touch back home.
Fin quickly walked past you, opening the
“Bye mum!” he shouted, running out the
“Come on!” Ali exclaimed, grabbing your
wrist and dragging you with her.
The ride to school was tense, everyone on
end for their various reasons. You pulled out your timetable for the month. You
had English, Math, European History, and French lined up for you, like what you
had back home.
Getting into the school, the three of you
quickly dispersed, looking for your first periods. You managed to find yours
without help (which you considered a win), and you noticed that there were a
few people from your exchange group that were inside. They waved you over,
pulling a chair to their table for you to sit down at.
“Good morning class!” the teacher said, quickly
coming in and setting her papers on her desk. “My name is Ms. Laird, for those
of you who don’t know.”
Your group awkwardly looked down, knowing
that the comment was directed at you.
“Shall we get started?”
English wasn’t too hard, though, understanding
through her accent was a challenge. Your group often whispered with each other,
trying to comprehend her. You’d then get in trouble for talking during the
lesson, and you’d hear the other students giggle at you. You couldn’t help but
feel isolated in your small group, no one else talking to you, and the teacher only
asking you questions that small school children could answer. You felt
Your lunch was between Math and European
History, and you were glad to get away. Though, the dining hall served nothing
better. The group of exchange students were huddled away in a corner to
themselves as no one seemed to want to be near you here. You all kept each
other good company though, talking to many people that you otherwise wouldn’t have
You had become close to one of the other
exchange students, Alex, who was in the music department at your school. You
laughed at his concert horror stories, as did he. Things for the day were kind
of looking up on this otherwise crummy day.
When the end of lunch came around, you had
to say goodbye to Alex and you made your way to European History, which didn’t
have any talking in it today as there were just readings, so no one could make
fun of you.
Last was French; after having spent much time in your school’s
French immersion program, you knew that this class would be the easiest of them all.
Entering the classroom, you couldn’t find
anyone you recognised. That is until your eyes landed on Fin, who was
surrounded by a group of friends that glared you down as you walked past them
to an empty seat. You quickly pulled out your school supplies, and opened your
binder. You were feeling better than ever in this class, especially now that
you knew someone other than an exchange group member that was there. The
teacher, Mr. Reid, began writing on the board before stopping halfway, looking
directly at you.
“We have a new student today, who will be
joining us for the next month. Say ‘bonjour’ to y/n,” he said, giving you a
The response you got was bland and cold,
not that you were expecting anything different after the way you’d been treated
“Y/n,” Mr. Reid said. “Stand up and tell us
“Should I do it in French?” you asked,
“This is French class,” he chuckled.
“Okay then, sir,” you replied before rapid
firing an explanation of yourself. It wasn’t hard for you to talk, but you
could tell by their faces that they were astonished at how fluent you were and
how the words just seemed to flow out of your mouth. You doubted that any of
them could understand what you were saying as you began using more advanced
vocabulary that you had just recently picked up on yourself. By the time you
finished, you had only taken up about 3 minutes, but had gone through the last
four years of your life. You quickly sat down, not wanting to draw any more
attention to yourself.
Mr. Reid gave you another warm smile. “I
don’t think I’ve ever taught someone who knew more French than I did!”
You let out a laugh and shrugged. He
nodded, pointing to the board. “I’m assuming you know this already?”
On the board were the instructions for past
tense, something you learned in elementary school. You nodded, “I learned it in
Mr. Reid chuckled. “Did you hear that class?
We’ve got some catching up to do!”
You quickly realised that this class wasn’t
going to be a challenge at all as it was a beginner’s class. You started
drawing in your notebook, passing the time as Mr. Reid taught the lesson.
handed out the exercises for the lesson, he gave you a knowing look and you
awkwardly looked away. You quickly finished the exercises, handing them in a
few minutes before the bell.
Going back to your seat, you could see Fin
glancing at you before looking down at his page. You sighed, realising that he
was going to be just like everyone else here; cold and distant. You couldn’t
understand it. Ali was so nice, and Fin was too. You hadn’t seen Ali all day,
but you wished you had. You knew that she liked you and would talk to you, and
before you got to school, you were just as sure than Fin would too.
The final bell
pulled you out of your thoughts and you quickly got up to leave.
Leaving the classroom, you could see Alex
on the other side, exiting his own class.
“Hey,” you said, coming up beside him.
“Did today get any better for you?”
He let out a dry laugh. “They don’t want us
here, y/n,” he explained. You nodded in agreement. “I wish they would treat us
You separated from Alex when you got to the
front, and you were more than disappointed when you couldn’t even find Ali. You
quickly whipped out your phone, dialling her number, but all you got was her
machine. You angrily hung up, the frustrations of today finally whittling you
down. You reached into your blazer pocket, pulling out some extra change that
you had from lunch. You may have enough to take the bus home. You quickly Googled
your bus route and made your way to the nearest bus stop.
As you walked down,
you could see Fin’s car drive by you, the sound of loud music and shouts coming
from the small car. You couldn’t be angry, everyone had their own friends here,
you just weren’t one of them.
“Y/n!” you heard Ali call out from behind
you. She waved you over to her and her friends.
You quietly made your way over.
“How was your first day?” Ali asked, excited.
With the excitement and hope in her eyes, you felt bad if you were to bring her
down; so, you didn’t.
“It was good,” you lied, running a hand
through your hair.
“That’s brilliant!” Ali exclaimed. She went
on to introduce her friends, who were the nicest people that you’d ever met. Why weren’t they in your grade?
Getting home, you quickly went upstairs to
start your homework. There was nothing else that you could do.
This was your routine for the next couple
of days, and you couldn’t deny your isolation.
Lunches became a full out war as
other students would pelt you with food when the supervisors weren’t watching.
By the end of that first week, no one had a clean button up.
“Where’d you get this stain?” Mrs.
Macmillan asked, rubbing her finger over the tomato stain on your shirt.
You shrugged. “Must’ve dropped something on
it, I guess I’m just clumsy.”
“We’ll have to get you a new one, this
You nodded, sighing deeply. The weekend was
your heaven right now, with no one to bother you. Fin had stopped talking to
you altogether, but you had gotten used to it. His friends absolutely hated
you. No one in your level wanted to be close with any of the exchange students. You were the lowest of the low in their eyes.
Monday came around too quickly for your
liking, and you were back to your personal hell. You were wearing one of Ali’s
old button ups, and your blazer was buttoned as far as it could go. You managed
to get through most of lunch fine, but it was quickly ruined when a plate of
half-eaten spaghetti was poured on Alex.
Another boy, John, had enough.
“Do you think this is funny?” he called out
to the other boy, who was laughing away with his friends.
John glared at them, before sitting down.
You helped pull most of the pasta of Alex, realising that everything he had was
“You’re going to have to go home,” you said
to him, wiping his arm of tomato sauce.
He sighed. “I know.”
He quickly left to call home.
Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw him. It was announced the next
day that Alex had quit the program and was heading home. It seemed almost like you’d lost someone in battle, and no one was pleased; but no one knew what to
Hey there! I hope you enjoyed this! Requests are still open if you’d like to request anything! Stay peculiar! <3
summary: you like dogs, and lucky for you, a cute boy in the park happens to have one that’s taken quite the liking to you.
pairing: seokjin x female reader word count: 2k genre: fluff warnings: dogs!!!!! a/n: this is unedited, because i don’t have time to edit these days (and i’m also too lazy). also, i’m a cat person. requested by anon!
You’ve never exactly been the luckiest person, so to speak. Take, for example, when you were five, and the speaker who came to visit your school was giving out magnets and stickers to every kid they saw, and when you all returned to your classrooms from the auditorium, you were the only one without any sort of goodie in your hands. Or, when you were in middle school, in the cafeteria, rushing to finish some math homework you totally forgot about the night before, and the exact second the sheet fell on the floor, the janitor spilt his bucket full of mop water all over the cafeteria, absolutely drenching everything in its wake and rendering you homework-less. Case and point, you’re not particularly lucky, and your love for animals that your parents happen to be incredibly allergic to is no exception.
So you can’t have a dog. Or a cat. Or even, like, a gerbil. Every single one of them makes your parents sneeze like crazy, noses puffy and voices groggy, and you’re not sure if it’s the shedding, or the scent, or maybe just genetics, but there is no mercy for a pet in your household.
Which is exactly where the local adoption center comes into play. If you can’t get the pets to come to you, you’ll just have to go to the pets yourself. Good thing the shelter was looking for volunteers when you Googled their website. Sure, they’re not your pets, but you love and cherish them all the same, and—shh! Don’t say anything—you maybe sometimes hope that they won’t get adopted, just so you can keep seeing them. But you didn’t hear that from me.
STORYTIME THAT MAY INDUCE BINU. I WAS SHOPPING TODAY WITH MY FRIEND FOR A DRESS TO THIS WEDDING AND I WALKED OUT OF THE DRESSING ROOM TO LOOK IN THE FULL LENGTH MIRROR IN THE HALLWAY AREA THAT PEOPLE WAIT IN FOR PEOPLE TO COME OUT IN THE CLOTHES THEY TRIED AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS RIGHT THERE BUT SHE WASN'T AND I ASKED "HOW DO I LOOK" AND THERE WASN'T A RESPONSE UNTIL A RANDOM DUDE'S VOICE SAID "YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD WIN A PAGEANT" AND HE WAS THE ONLY ONE THERE. IN CONCLUSION, I GOT HIS NUMBER
LISTEN WEDDING ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE WEDDINGS ???????? TRIPS OVER MYSELF TO PRESENT U: MORE BINU TRASH
“Guys, we need to tell you something.“
Jinjin’s sitting opposite Bin and Rocky in one of their favourite cafes, hand tightly clutching MJ’s under the table
Bin looks at Rocky
Rocky looks at Bin
Oh my god
It can’t be
Bin, cautiously: "You’re pregnant?"
Rocky, nodding fervently: ?????
Bin: "listen we told you to have safe se-"
Jinjin reaches across with his free hand & knocks Bin’s head into Rocky’s
They might be best friends but
Truly his best friends are idiots
"He said yes!!!!"
And before they know it Rocky sees Jinjin swing his & MJ’s hands above the table, silver bands glinting in the light
And it’s suddenly all celebration and laughter and MJ squealing and Bin choking in glee and Jinjin beaming proudly and Rocky has never, never felt this proud of Jinjin in his life
His hyung might be an idiot but !!!!! Now he’s officially MJ’s idiot and Rocko couldn’t be prouder
@ myungjin: "ur going to have sunshine babies!!!!!! With sunshine beams!!!!!!!!!!!!!! & ur going to power five villages for years!!!!!"
And so toasts are made and months go by and more plans are made and
Bin: "Oh my god rocky"
Bin: "We’re the best men”
Rocky: “Well I know we’re the best men, Jinjin and MJ asked us like three months ago"
Bin: "No but we’re the BEST MEN"
Bin: "We gotta get TUXES”
Rocky: “Oh shit"
Rocky: "oh S h I t"
Bc wow truly have you seen the boys in tuxes for that AAF photo shoot truly A+ the A in Astro stands for Amazing-visuals
But the S in Astro also stands for Styled-by-professionals
Rocky and Bin
Are not professionals
Fast forward to two weeks before the wedding: Rocky and Bin finding themselves in a tux store, frantically begging the tuxedo gods (ie, the store managers) for suggestions
And so the magic workers toss them a couple of different cuts to try out to see what fit them the most
And naturally Rocko picks the first one he gets because 1) he really cannot be bothered to try more than one he would totally go to Jinjin’s wedding in a hoodie and jeans if he had the choice 2) they all honestly look the same to him 3) I mean he’s rocky he looks amazing in everything
So he lets the tailor take his measurements and flops over on the fitting area sofa to wait for Bin
Who has gone through at least three different cuts of pants and four different blazer designs
He’s honestly crying why doesn’t he look good in any of them
He looks good in all of them, Rocky doesn’t understand what he’s saying
(Flings open the fitting room curtain to pose in front of the mirror for Rocky)
"This one makes my butt look flat"
"Bin your ass looks flat in everything"
"That’s unTRUE PARK MINHYUK TAKE THAT B A C K"
Rocky cackling and throwing another pair of pants at Bin
On Bin’s fifth pair of pants and eighth blazer though, Rocky gets bored
And he smells
He leans as far back as he can on the sofa and cranes his neck to peer out the fitting area door
Yes that’s more Rocky’s style
He peers back at Bin’s closed fitting room curtain and silently gets up from the sofa
He’ll be back real quick, he promises Bin in his head
And nips off outside to see whatever it is that smells so amazing right outside the store
Oh my god
It’s a pretzel food cart bless uP
Walks past two arguing brothers (?)
"Hyung, I sat through that damn minion movie the least you could do is sit through this one fitting with me"
"But you’re so,,,, oddly shAped they’ll take forever to take your measurements and I’m hUngry"
Eunwoo grumbling and shoving Sanha’s shoulder
Damn Sanha for getting into the final round of that competition
I mean, Eunwoo’s proud of him but
Who even wears a blazer to a guitar competition anyway
That’s dumb, Eunwoo decides, plopping his butt down on the fitting area sofa while Sanha goes off with the store managers
There’s someone mumbling from a fitting room
Huh talking to himself, Eunwoo guesses and goes back to tapping aimlessly on his phone
Bin: "Rocky oh my god i think this is it"
Bin: "My ass actually looks good??"
Eunwoo looks up
Bin: "And this blazer fits my shoulders so well?????"
Bin: "wow Pacific Ocean coming through wew nice shoulders Binnie”
Bin, ripping open the fitting room curtain: "Yo dude how do I look"
Eunwoo, sort of stunned because wow this guy’s right his ass does look good in those pants
Huh nice shoulders too
Well, he doesn’t know who this Rocky guy is but
“You look like you could win a pageant,” he offers cautiously
Bin whips around
That in no way resembles Rocky’s voice
Rocky’s voice is a little like snow, powdery and soft and rough all at the same time
But this man
His voice (pardon the lack of poetics) sounds like someone gently hit icicles with other icicles and the result was a light, tinkly icy echo
“And the thing about your ass?” the man continues, “Very true.”
Bin flushing because
ding diggi ding diggi ding ding dong
is this man saying !!!
if Bin thought Eunwoo’s voice was beautiful
he truly set himself up for a surprise
the man himself
literally the most ethereal being he’ll ever have the fortune to meet
excepting the fact that Eunwoo walked into a tuxedo shop in a minion t-shirt
Bin isn’t sure at this point if Eunwoo’s aware he’s staring very hard at Eunwoo’s beautiful face
Eunwoo truly enjoyed the ass and shoulders but wow the minute Bin whipped around
startled cat eyes and slightly worried pout and mussed up hair from changing
Rocky: “Hey Bin, I’m bac-”
Sanha: “Eunwoo, what do you think abo-”
Rocky blinking in confusion because wow Bin isn’t angry that Rocky went missing??
Sanha blinking in confusion because Eunwoo isn’t whining about waiting??????
Rocky and Sanha squint at their friends
who are staring at each other
because wow truly Bin has never seen someone with a face that small or with eyes that bright or a smile so amused
Eunwoo finally breaking the eye contact and coughing slightly and going, “well i really think you should get that pair of pants”
“uh rigHT YES PANTS”
“i mean if you ever want a second opinion on clothes or whatever you should uhhh definitely uh call me ??”
Sanha, squawking slightly because wow Eunwoo complains so much about shopping with him but would willingly go on shopping trips with a stranger he just met??????? would give second opinions on clothes????? would hand him his phone so that he can input his phone number into Eunwoo’s contact list????????
Rocky sighing in relief because holy heck Eunwoo can suffer shopping with Bin then
ie, Bin looking at two hoodies in different shades of black and humming over them for half an hour before deciding on a white one
i’m highkey bin
I HOPE YOU CONTACT HIM WEDDING ANON LMK HOW IT TURNS OUT I’M SCREAMING I LOVE
Hi! Can I request a thug/gang Jung Taekwoon AU? Thank you 💓
here u go angel!!! hope this is ok!!! i also incorporated @mamamochi‘s req for secret flowers, it is a really small part of this but i hope that’s alright! 🌸💐🌹🌺🌷
taekwoon is the right hand man in the gang, but honestly he’s even more scary than the leader hakyeon. because at least hakyeon smiles……….. taekwoon does not smile. ever. at least not in public
when the gang started out it was really about money because they needed money but once it picked up taekwoon kinda fell into the role and became a lot stonier whereas hakyeon and jaehwan (the other main man) stayed mostly the same
he’s only ever seen wearing black and usually wears a white face mask and has dark circles from not sleeping well everyone (who isn’t vixx) in the gang is petrified of him, it’s been said that once a rival gang member heard the name “jung taekwoon” and that was all it took to get info out of them
hyuk is still sort of scared of him. he pretends that he’s over it but one time taekwoon tapped hyuk’s shoulder and he shrieked
his role in the gang is a lot of planning w/ hakyeon but he’s also really strong and tall and yknow terrifying so he’s been known to interrogate rivals and also sometimes do some physical damage to them
but you don’t know any of this!!! you only know the jung taekwoon who comes into your bakery with his niece and sister once every couple of weeks
because taekwoon may be a big scary gang member but he loves his family and he especially loves his little niece minyul, so he and his sister and niece spend a lot of time together and it just so happens that you run a bakery right by his sister’s apartment and minyul loves it
and he doesn’t talk to you other than ordering their food but you’ve sort of been entranced by this mysterious man since he first came in
because at first….. he looks scary, in his steel toed boots and heavy black wool coat and dark eyes, but when he talks to minyul (you know her and her mom because they’re regulars) his face gets soft and it’s like his whole persona shifts
and you can’t help but think that it would be nice to be on the receiving end of that sweet stare, plus it doesn’t help that he’s so handsome and has such a nice voice and carries himself like a prince
you feel silly, but whenever he comes in your heart picks up a little….. you tell yourself that it’s not like he knows so who cares
but he knows!!! because he has to notice when people are staring at him he can’t miss that sort of thing, it might get him killed
at first taekwoon is pretty sure that you’re a rival spy and are undercover to kill him because why else would you be staring like that??? but when he tells hakyeon about it hakyeon is like, “idk why they must be crazy but it sounds like they think you’re cute”