Hey, new beekeepers! If you are in the US Birmingham area and are looking for bees, I am starting a beesness called Hive Dynamics that involves giving colonies that I extract to new beekeepers for a super low price! I get calls for extractions and removals from all over now, so I’ll probably have plenty of bees soon.
It will work like this:
First, all you must do is give me your contact information, and I will tell you your place in the “bee queue”. Then, once I am called for an extraction, I will call the next person in the queue to let them know. Once the bees are in my possession, or about to be, I will call you so that we can schedule a place to meet so that I can give you your bees! You don’t have to pay a cent before you get the bees, because there is no guarantee that I will get them myself. I will be sure to tell you whether or not I know for sure that there is a queen, and any other suggestions relating to the colony and it’s wellbeing. If there is comb you will get it, and any queen cups or cells that I find will be given to you too. I will only be able to hold the bees for about one day before putting them in a temporary hive, so if you want the colony price without the hive box, it will need to happen quickly. Bees don’t like being kept in buckets.
I’m thinking of charging 70$ per colony, but I’m not sure if that is too much considering the uncertainty. If you have any sort of ideas as to how I could make this process better or smoother in any way, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m here to get more bees in to more homes, and want to do it as efficiently as possible. The hive boxes that they will be transported in after a day will simply be 5-sided wooden boxes with a hatch lid and a hole in it. Nothing fancy, but just a place for them to settle down in. Pre-waxed frames or top bars may be added for ease of access and transfer. They will add approximately 35$ to the total price. This price may vary as time goes on so don’t hold me to it. Xp
Please spread the word too! I can’t really advertise much, so word of mouth is basically all I have. I will hopefully have a website soon, so that will be nice too.
This is a Dan Stevens one shot that was requested by a friend of mine. If you’d like more content like this feel free to make requests in my Ask. All the love xx
Update 4/1/2017: Edited and added a few things.
Warning! Rated M. Proceed at your own risk.
“Dan, hurry up and shower! We’re running late!” you shout, slipping into part of your white lingerie set for the evening. You look over at the gorgeous, satin dress hanging from the door of the wardrobe. It had been purchased for the gala that evening but in all honesty you’re just eager to slip into it and see Dan’s reaction.
You hear footsteps padding into the room. “Alright alright, hopping in now- oh,” he falters, giving a guttural groan as you feel his eyes drag up and down your body. “You look… ravishing, darling.” He professes, giving a playful wink.
You allow yourself to revel in his admiration for a moment, your face flushing with heat, before cutting his fun short. “You- shower- now!” You scold, rushing over and practically shoving him into the bathroom, pulling the door shut quickly so he can’t get a word in edgewise.
Walking back to the foot of the bed you hear the shower turn on and Dan whistling on the other side of the door. You look down to where the rest of the lingerie waits to be donned, toying with one of the straps on the garter belt. As you pick up the garment you hear the bathroom door open, the sound of running water intensifying. His soft foot steps, almost inaudible, give you no chance to scold him again before his finger tips are ghosting over your arm, his breath at your neck sending shivers down your spine.
“Hmm, white,” he whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck, “what an interesting choice.” he says, every consonant like the sharp rapping on a door. His right hand glides back down your arm, landing on your hip where you feel his finger tips digging into you with an almost territorial hunger. His left arm reaches up and pulls your hair away from your neck, nuzzling your skin with his nose as if asking permission before pressing a warm kiss against your skin.
“And why is that?” You ask as you melt into him, your voice sounding as languid as your body feels. You lean into his touch and can tell he is wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. You long to turn around and peer greedily at your very own Adonis but his grip on you, body and soul, is too firm.
As he kisses and nibbles at the sensitive skin behind your ear he lets out a delicious little chuckle, the sensual proximity of the sound causing a rush between your legs.
“Well, in just about every literary work, white is the archetype of innocence. But- I know you…” he trails off, his hand releasing your hip and moving down towards your center, his finger tips edging past the hem of your panties. “You’re a lot of things…. But-“ he pauses, his fingers making contact with your sensitive clit, making you gasp and tilt your head back in delight. “Innocent is not one of them.” He growls hungrily, watching your expression, taking pride in his effect on you. He kisses your shoulder tenderly, his fingers moving in tantric circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Before you have a moment to snap out of your aroused daze he spins you around, picking you up at your thighs and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Dan! What are you doing? We have to be somewhere!” you yelp as he carries you away from the bed.
“The gala can wait, love. I need you. Now.” He exclaims, giving your bottom a playful spank.
He walks you over to the shower and stops just outside, dropping his towel and giving you an incredible view of his rear. Before you can protest he walks into the shower, stepping under the stream of water and sets you down, soaking your lingerie all the way through.
“You could have at least let me take this off, you know.” You say in a scolding tone. But when you look up to meet his gaze, the wet undergarments are suddenly the least of your worries. The way he is appraising your body, watching the water droplets roll off of your skin, reminds you of when a predator stalks its prey, his effervescently blue eyes dark with desire.
You don’t have a moment to breathe before he rushes you, his body pressing you against the cold shower wall. Your body goes into momentary sensory shock at the contrasting temperatures, his lips crashing down on yours with intense passion. His kisses are urgent and strong, but still all the while soft and tender, his hands caressing either side of your face. You can feel him already erect, pressing against your thigh, and your body flushes knowing how eager you make him.
His lips pull away from yours, trailing down your jawline and neck to the hollow of your collarbone, his tongue tracing figure eights against your warm skin. He reaches up and hooks his fingers under your bra straps, sliding them gently down and over your shoulders until your breasts are bare to him. His eyes travel down and take in the sight before him, biting his lip in temptation before grasping one of your breasts, giving your nipple gentle flicks. He leans down and attaches his lips to your other breast, painting you tenderly with kisses and suckling your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple. You gasp at the symphony of sensations and run your hand through his hair, reveling in the way he pleases you.
Realizing your bra still hangs loosely around your waist you reach behind you, unhooking the clasps and tossing the garment aside. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the shower wall, letting yourself truly feel everything. Before long he begins traveling down your body until he is on his knees before you, ready to worship your body like a goddess. Grasping the hem of your panties he tugs down, pressing kisses along your lower abdomen as he rids you of your final garment and carelessly tosses them aside.
“Now darling,” he says, breaking you from your focus. You look down to see him kneeling in front of you as you suspected, his hair drenched from the stream beating on his back, water cascading over his shoulders. “Can you promise to do one thing for me?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. You nod, your body giving a shudder in response to the way his voice rumbles so close to your center. “Mmm good girl,” he groans, pressing a soft kiss to the other side, your body jolting once more in response. “Here’s what I want you to do. No matter what I do, do not break eye contact with me. Understand?” You quickly give a nod, your need for him and you desire to obey toe-in-toe with each other.
You do as instructed, keeping eye contact as intently as possible as he leans in and presses the pad of his tongue against your center. Under normal circumstances he would have had your head tilting back in pure ecstasy with just that initial contact, but you struggle not to let your eyes roll into the back of your head. The corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk, his tongue still pressed against you as he sees your internal battle. He drags his tongue up your sensitive slit before closing his mouth around your clit and giving a gentle suck. Your breath catches in your throat as he chuckles and groans, his vibrations rattling through your core.
He grasps your thigh and hitches it up to rest on his shoulder, his fingers reaching up to tease your entrance. You’re finding it hard to breathe in the midst of your concentration but when you feel one of his strong fingers enter you a passioned gasp rattles from your lungs. You stay true to your promise, once again seeing the upturn of his smirk, his beard scratching deliciously against your tender skin as he practically devours you. Broken from your concentration for a moment, you notice his left arm moving slightly and look down to see him gripping his cock tightly, pleasuring himself simultaneously. The sight before you is enough to send you teetering over the edge but you hold back, determined to savor every bit of pleasure he is giving you.
You know you’re getting closer to the edge and he can sense it as well, feeling your thigh quivering on his shoulder. He adds a second finger and begins thrusting them in and out of you deeper and quicker, his tongue still swirling around your swollen clit. With every thrust he curls his fingers up inside of you, trying desperately to hit the one spot he knows will do you in completely. You feel the familiar tightening in your abdomen and reach your hand out, entangling it in his wet hair to ensure he doesn’t break away. His eyes are shining wildly, the sight before him clearly driving him mad. His fingers finally make contact once-twice-three times and the tightness inside of you springs like a coil, sending you spiraling over the edge. You can no longer keep your promise and throw your head back, moaning and shouting curses as your body trembles in pure ecstasy, your orgasm rocking through your entire body. Your chest is heaving as he sees you through your climax, his tongue still working its magic on your now too sensitive clit.
Once he’s satisfied with his work and you’ve stopped trembling involuntarily he stands to meet you, wrapping his hands under your thighs and hoisting you up against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist and he takes your face in his hands. Kissing you deeply he collides his tongue with yours, letting you taste yourself on him as he groans into your mouth.
He pulls away, the water from his hair running down his face in little droplets. “God you taste delicious.” He growls.
A moment later, once he has positioned himself under you, you drop your hips and let him slide deep inside. You love seeing the way he falls apart under you, his mouth going slack-jawed and his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he gives a gentle groan of relief. He pushes into you, using the wall for support as he thrusts, the cracking sound of skin to skin echoing between the tiled walls. You grip his shoulder, your fingers digging into his muscles as they ripple under his skin with each movement. Leaning forward he presses his lips against your neck, kissing and biting his way from one side to the other, his heavy breaths fanning out across your skin.
You feel yourself slipping down the tile and when Dan notices he hoists you up and grips you tightly before gently lowering you down to the floor of the shower, still inside you. Without warning he begins thrusting again, but harder and deeper than before. The sudden contact makes you moan with pleasure, feeling him grind down on your clit with each thrust. He leans back on his ankles, gripping your thighs and gyrating his body against yours. Seeing the way his body moves against yours, his muscles rippling in waves and his brow furrowed in hungered determination, gives you the extra push you need to reach a second orgasm. You reach one hand down to touch yourself while you tease your breasts with the other, all the while keeping fierce eye contact with Dan. The corner of his mouth turns up and his eyes spark with primal desire at the sight of you pleasing yourself as he takes you. His hand ghosts up your leg, gripping your ankle before pressing his lips to your skin and kissing down to your knee. He repeats on the other leg, giving your skin playful little nips, his beard scratching your skin in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Once you’ve had fun with yourself he leans forward, knowing you’re close, and rolls his body deliciously against yours. He is hitting hard and deep, your bodies colliding together in perfect and succinct harmony. There is a constant stream of water dripping from his hair like a halo and you look up to see those cerulean eyes of his looking down at you, awash with a mixture of need and tenderness. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours as he picks up his pace a little. He reaches down, caressing your thigh and wrapping your leg around his waist.
“See love? You’re not innocent, at least not for me” he says playfully, giving a harder thrust. You throw your arms around his back, your nails digging into his skin making him groan with lust.
“At the end of the day I’m yours and yours alone, innocent or otherwise.” you moan, your lips brushing against his gently.
He grips your thigh again, tightly this time, and leans on one elbow to caress your face, his forehead still pressed against yours. “Good.” he growls, his voice full of need and desperation. He begins thrusting harder and faster, letting his lips brush against yours as he practically drives you into the floor. You feel that familiar tightening again and he kisses you passionately, swallowing your erratic moans.
“Come for me, love. Be a good girl and come for me.” he says, grunting as he thrusts into you, your wet skin smacking together in beautiful synchronicity. His words alone send you careening over the edge, your back arching off of the tiled floor as he continues to thrust deep inside of you.
“Oh my god, Dan! Fuck!” you moan erotically. Your nails dig deeper into his skin as the waves of pleasure course through your body, making him groan in response and triggering his ultimate undoing. His movements become erratic, his breaths against your skin ragged as he groans deeply and you open your eyes to watch the man you love fall apart. His eyes are squeezed shut, his brows furrowed, and his mouth slack-jawed in erotic euphoria. When he stills he finally opens his eyes and they are almost sparking with electricity, the blue and flecks of silver dancing together in reckless abandon.
He leans down, pressing a firm kiss against your lips before pulling away and staring at you, searching your face for the answer to what would next leave his mouth. “I love you so incredibly much, you know that right?” he asks, his lips parting and mouth upturning to reveal his radiant smile. Maybe it wasn’t Helen of Troy whose face launched a thousand ships. Maybe it was this man above you, the man you just made love to, and whom you love very much.
“I think I might have some idea.” You answer coyly. “I love you too, Dan.” you add, smiling and leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“You know, it might be too late to make it to the gala on time.” he says, feigning upset.
“I blame you entirely for this, I hope you know.” you respond, cocking an eyebrow in contest.
Sigh. “Fair enough.” he says, sitting up.
“It is too late to go now, in truth.” you say with a groan, sitting up beside him. “Although, I’ve just had a thought. I know we’ve just gotten clean but… maybe we can spend some time… getting dirty?” you imply, kissing his shoulder and giving it a playful bite. When you look up, the sense of undeniable hunger has returned to his eyes and before you have a chance to react he pounces on you with a guttural growl, wanting and needing more of you.
Hi everyone! Sorry this update is a day late.Hope you enjoy the chapter! Read it on Ao3 or below and let me know what you think. :)
Chapter 7: Saving the Fracking Day
“I’m not leaving you here,” Oliver yelled. He and Felicity’s
voices had gotten incrementally louder over the past few minutes after she had
explained her plan.
“Oliver, I only have about 22 hours left to do what I need
to do and I need to focus on that and I can’t exactly focus if I don’t know
that the kids are safe.”
“Felicity, you don’t know how Waller is going to react when
she learns what you have done. If she is anything like you said – she may
torture you, or worse, even kill you to get what she wants. I’m not leaving you
Oliver and Felicity stood eye to eye, neither giving in.
“Will the two of you either go in the bedroom for a quickie
or focus on the issue at hand? We have a deadline here,” Lyla interjected.
sports: was on the table tennis team until their funding was cut
clubs: campus journal - he critics music albums and reports on student activities (sports, musicians, events)
seungkwan is pretty well known on campus because he’s interviewed just about e v e r y o n e
anyone who heads a team or a club or organized a fundraiser/bake sale whatever like seungkwan has emailed them to talk about their activities
and like his enthusiasm isn’t matched by anyone else in the major, like seungkwan will do the most to get a story and he’s never shy of approaching people or getting them to share what they know and like he’s a complete PERFECTIONIST when it comes to reporting because not a single thing can be a lie, he has to report exactly what he knows
and sometimes this can get on people’s nerves and people always whisper behind his back about his over-the-top nature but seungkwan could literally care less
sometimes seungcheol or hoshi will hear someone say something and they’ll be like “cheer up seungkwan, they’re just being assholes!” and seungkwan, whose eating with one hand and taking notes from one of his interviews with the other is just like “hmm? they said something? i didn’t even have time to hear them.”
and like his true passion is writing musical critique because aside from being a journalist, he’s also a practiced singer and even minors in vocal performance
and every time the journal comes out the music section is the longest because seungkwan is passionate and yes he totally reviewed vernon’s secret mixtape and that one cover song jeonghan put up on his soundcloud and when both people found out their names were in the journal they were like sEUNGKWA N and he was just like
“listen i gave you pretty decent scores, you should have seen how i tore about this other album-” and they’re like oh my god
and seungkwan has sent in a couple formal pieces to local magazines and things like that and he’s really hoping for an internship soon because just writing for the campus journal isn’t too big of a deal
especially considering the fact that almost every time someone joins the journal - they like drop it a semester in because the work that you actually have to put in is a L O T
the editor in chief also is like seungkwan maybe you shouldn’t,,,,be so hard on the newcomers you kinda scare them away
and seungkwan is like “just because i told ken his fiction piece about flying squirrels wasn’t that good doesn’t mean im being hard on people. it was a story about flying squirrels you guys.”
and the thing is seungkwan really does love his major and he really loves the act of reporting, of hearing people talk about things they love or things they hate, and being able to share that small snippet with the rest of the campus through his words - like that impact is the reason he’s so obsessed with putting out only perfect work
and so when the campus directors send the journal a letter about how if it doesn’t find new members it’s sure to lose its funding, seungkwan is beyond devastated
buT MAN DOES IT RILE HIM UP AND He’s LIKE GUYS WE GOTTA MAKE FLYERS
and everyone’s like “seungkwan that’s not gonna even wo-” and seungkwan’s already opening up photoshop and being like “comic sans would be a good font, but let’s be real helvetica is more classy.”
and that is actually how you meet intense journalist seungkwan, through some flyers and im not saying he hands you a flyer and politely introduces you to the student journal
im talking you’re running down the hall to the printing room and seungkwan is holding a wobbly pile of 100 flyers that all say PLEASE SAVE OUR SCHOOL JOURNAL on them
and once you two collide all those flyers come down like rain around you
and you’re hfowskdf oh my god im SORRY and seungkwan doesn’t even answer you he’s like “the flyers, pick up the flyers, the flyers, we’re ruined, the flyers, flyers, flyers, fLYeRS” and you’re like
watching him try to gather everything with panicky hands
and you know you were running because you had to print something super fast because you were in class but you can’t leave him like this so you start helping him pick up the flyers and he doesn’t even notice
until you two are both out of breath, sweaty, each holding a crooked pile of papers and you’re like “here!!! sorry again, i hope none are ruined!!”
and he’s like “oh-” because he didn’t notice you were helping him he got too caught up
and then,,,like you two thought it was over riGHt but all at once it’s the end of classes and before you know it there’s a stampede of like students coming from this way and that and you and seungkwan are caught in the middle and their are elbows being pushed into you and peoples backpacks swinging at you
and seungkwan wobbles and once again….the papers going flying
except this time you guys cant hurry to pick them up, instead they’re stepped on and tore apart by people trying to get the hell out of the building
and when you look up at seungkwan you can see the Utter Defeat in his eyes and like you feel so bad that that just happened and you’re like
“,,,,,,,,im so sorry.” and he just sighs and as the crowd disperses he walks over to the wall and slides down against it and is like “it’s fine, it was a stupid idea anyway. who on campus even looks at flyers anymore?” and you’re like ): because like you’re not friends with seungkwan, but you know who he is and you’re like
“i assume the flyers are about the journal?? is it closing??” and seungkwan explains that they’re gonna lose their funding if they don’t get more members and you’re like oh,,,,,im sorry
and he just shrugs and he’s like “it’s not like anyone reads that journal anyway.” and you’re like “i read it!! i especially like the music page, all your stuff is so in-depth and not half assed.” and seungkwan suddenly gets a hint of happiness on his face
and he’s like “really??” and you’re like “yeah!!! i even checked out that cover your friend did…..jeonghan? you wrote about it and when i listened to it, it was so relaxing!!”
and suddenly seungkwan perks up and he’s like “if you think jeonghan hyung sings well, you should listen to-”
and long story short you don’t ever print your thing and instead you end up talking for some time with seungkwan until once again he’s like “i really don’t know what to do about the journal.” and you’re like “i could try to join??;” and seungkwan thanks you for the sentiment but one new member probably won’t appease the school
and so you’re both standing there with frowns on your faces and seungkwan is like
“it’s funny but i used to wish that someone in the journal would finally ask to write an article about me,,,,don’t you think that’s kind of selfish?” and he’s trying to laugh it off but you see that he’s faking and you’re like
“wait? are you also a musician?” and seungkwan bites back his lip and shakes his head
and he’s like “my sister and i both sang a lot when we were younger so i took up vocal performance as my minor because i like it a lot. i wouldn’t say im a musician, but ……it’d be nice to have someone acknowledge it once in awhile.”
and he like starts to get up and you’re like “wait.” and he’s like ??
and you scramble to your feet as well and you’re like “let me do it. let me write something on you as a singer, at least for this last issue.”
seungkwan kind of looks at you flabbergasted and he’s like ????? do?????do you know what you’re signing up for???
and you’re like “hEY look midterms are over for the most part and aside from stuff i have to do for myself, i could devote some time to this. especially if it means a lot to you.”
and seungkwan for a second stares at you as if he still can’t believe you’re offering to do this
but then he takes your hand in his and is like “well, finally we’ll have another persons opinion in the music section!”
and you’re like giggling but you’re also like “just tell me a time when you’re free so i can hear you sing.” and seungkwan’s like here give me your number so i can contact you
it’s cute seungkwan’s background is the famous singer junsu and you’re like “oh” and seungkwan’s like LISTEN he’s my idol,,,,,,,, and his eyes get all sparkly it’s adorable
but yeah you give him your number and you’re like “ill look forward to it and ill do my best!!”
and then you figure out holy shit your class is over, you never printed your thing time to run and see if the teacher still hung around for office hours
and like as you make your way down the hall, seungkwan holds his phone and he can’t help but finally feel a little better about everything
and as he watches you disappear around the corner he reminds himself that he owes you a thank you when this is all over
and so a week passes and seungkwan texts you finally to meet him in the performance center on campus and he’s like “i booked one of the recording rooms!!” and you’re like cool let’s go
and like to be honest you’re sitting on the other side of the glass with your notebook out to maybe take notes like ??? really you don’t know what you’re doing here you’ve never written a review but you’re not like worried
but then, seungkwan who seems so shy putting on the headphones and adjusting the mic
like when he starts to sing the pen you’re holding literally drops from your hand because his voice???????
it’s the voice of a real Angel
and from the moment he starts to the last second of the lyrics, you can’t help but just be completely wrapped up in his voice
and when he asks you what you thought of it you can only try to snap yourself out of it and ask him
“did you play a recording into the microphone? was that really you?”
and seungkwan puts a hand over his mouth to laugh and he’s like WHAT is up with your facial expression you look so confused
and you’re like “seungkwan, seriously why aren’t you a singer? why are you in college? why aren’t you selling albums with your face on the cover holy hell you sing better than anyone ive ever heard before???”
and seungkwan shrugs and he’s like “nahh, it’s just a hobby.” and you’re like if i had a hobby that i was THAT good at. i wouldn’t be here. i’d be trying to get jyp or sm to notice me hoyl HELL
and seungkwan comes out and he asks if you took any notes or have any criticisms and you’re like
“criticisms? this review im going to write is literally going to be like : BOO SEUNGKWAN OF THE JOURNALIST MAJORS HAS THE VOICE OF GOD”
and again seungkwan is just laughing because wow you’re so silly he’s not that good but like a sense of pride swells in him because no one’s really ever praised him so much like this before
and like he asks if you’d like to listen to him some more and you’re like yes please!!!
and it’s amazing he has such a good range and he even says he’s written his own original lyrics
and you two spend a good 6 hours in their together until one of the professors needs the recording room to teach and as you’re walking back onto campus you’re like
“seungkwan, what if……..you busk?” and he’s like “on campus?” and you’re like “sure, or even better like in the city? like whats a day you don’t have classes or club we could go out and set up in a park or somewhere and you could sing and maybe if we do it a couple of times we could scrap up some many for the journal???”
and seungkwan brightens up instantly and he’s like !!! that’d be so cool and you’re like right??
and you two start basically jumping up and down in excitement just talking about it and seungkwans like “maybe i could ask my friend joshua to come out and play guitar too??” and you’re clapping your hands like yes!!!! that’d be amazing
and seungkwan is like “you’re a genius, we should have thought of this SOONER” and you’re like ok ok text joshua and see when he’s free and then tell me so we can plan more
and it’s like really adorable because you and seungkwan, who met literally a week ago are talking like you’ve been friends for ages
and you get so happy at the thought of being able to help him and he gets so excited being able to share what he loves with you
and maybe neither of you know it yet but listen, this is the beginning of CRUSHES
and when seungkwan asks if you’re free tomorrow after 4 because joshua can come out then you’re like yes!!
the next day you’re leaving your dorm and your roommates like woAH you look so cute - going on a date? and you’re like huh??? no?? why does it look like i put in effort? and your roommates just like (—–: yes it does. is it for a bo-
and you’re like BYE GOING NOW
and you meetup with seungkwan and joshua near the subway station off campus and joshua introduces himself and when he turns to seungkwan he’s like
“your significant other is really sweet, why didn’t you introduce them to me before?”
and seungkwan is like “oh they’re not - we’re not -”
and you’re like YEAH we’re nOT
and joshua is like oh?????? really???? it’s just the way seungkwan was talking about you made it seem-
and seungkwan like jumps up to cover joshua’s mouth like HAHAAH so funny hyung let’s get on the subway
and you don’t notice it but joshua nudges you closer to seungkwan while you guys are squished on the seats on your way to the city
and seungkwan holds you steady when you get up to get off and the train jerks
and the whole time joshua’s looking off to the side like he’s on the office with the mOST SMUG EXPRESSION
because you two are all cute and innocent, just like a young couple in love and you don’t even KNOW IT
and like once you get to the park you help joshua and seungkwan set up and you guys use joshua’s guitar case as a way to collect money and you’re basically in charge of attracting peoples attention so you run around asking people to gather around seungkwan because !!! hey hEY the best vocalist is about to perform
and like you give seungkwan a thumbs up after you manage to get like 15-20 people to come around
and when he starts to sing along with joshua’s guitar you can see the shock on the faces of the audience
and people even start getting their phones out to record
and sooner or later that crowd of 20 turns to a crowd of even more
and seungkwan is such a natural people person like in between songs he asks the people if they’re resting well after work and if they’ve eaten
and it’s like watching a soloists performance, he’s so professional and good
and people even ask if he has albums or a site where they could listen to him sing like a youtube or something
and seungkwan is like !! im not that great- but seriously everyone is complimenting him
and seeing him light up with happiness and bow in thankfulness it makes your heart beat with joy,,,but also
the smile on seungkwan’s face,,,,,,,it gets you so,,,,,,,soft
like you want to protect that smile forever
on your way back you count all the loose change and bills and you’re like it’s over a hundred dollars and seungkwan is like WHAT NO WAY and joshua’s like “im not surprised, you sounded really good seungkwan”
and you’re like “i told you!!! you’re so talented and lovely - people are bound to like you!!”
and seungkwan looks at you and he’s like,,,,, “lovely?”
and you kind of turn pink and stutter and you’re like “yEAH you know like idols,,,,,,,,,,very lovely your look,,,,,,you look approachable and nice and,,,,,”
and seungkwan is like “oh! you just mean im nice!” and you’re like mHMM!!! and joshua is like PFFT UHUH OK
and so you accompany seungkwan a couple of more times when he goes out to busk
and by the end of the semester you’re sure you’ve raised enough for the journal to fund itself just a bit longer without having to get new members
and seungkwan is like “it’s time for our next issue to come out!!” and you’re like “can you wait to see what i wrote on you?” and he’s like HONESTLY NO
and so when the copies get made, seungkwan rushes to see and he’s like
“why isn’t your piece in the review section, it’s just my review of vernon’s mixtape - where is -”
and you’re like “silly, look at the cover!!”
and seungkwan flips it back over and he sees that on the cover it’s a photo of him singing in the park, a photo you took and he’s like “wh-”
and he sees that the main story that was printed is about how his performances helped save the journal
and it’s written by you (with help from the journals members who all love seungkwan too) and it’s literally just you praising his hardwork and humbleness
and ask seungkwan reads it you see him stop at the last line
“….and somehow, this all made me fall in love with him.”
and he looks up at you and he’s like
“is it true?”
and you can only looks to the side sheepishly like,,,,,,, “reporters shouldn’t lie? right?”
and seungkwan literally just puts the journal down and takes you by the waist and kisses you and you’re like oH!!
but it doesn’t stop there he’s just kissing you on your temple and your cheeks and your nose
and you’re like seungkwAN THE other MEMBERs of the JOURNAl Are WATHCING
and he’s like OOPS but it’s cute they’re like “we’ll leave you two to it ^^”
and seungkwan is just like,,,,,, “i don’t know how or why i got lucky enough to meet someone like you who wanted to help me right from the get go, but god im so so so thankful”
and you’re like “im thankful too, to have meet someone so talented and passionate. you have the capacity to do anything seungkwan. really.”
and you two are looking into each others eyes and he leans in and he’s like
“right now, i want to use all that capacity to kiss you again.”
AND LIKE you two are the cutest thing ever seungkwan is so proud of dating you and he shows it off all the time
like literally a minute after he sends his mom an excited message about how he thinks he’s found the person of his dreams
he also mails her a copy of the journal as always and he’s like “here, do you wanna talk to my mom when i call her???” and you’re like isNT IT TOO early to talk to her like this,,, and seungkwan is like “no no she’ll love you i know it because i love you.”
and the journal is up and running ok and tbh seungkwan’s busking on campus has kind of made it pretty popular like more people are coming to meetings and submitting writing or songs
and you even join but not really as a reporter but more as like an editor every now and then
and you’re the only person seungkwan trusts to show drafts too
and like you’re his number one hype squad like you’re always like seungkwan your writing is so good, your singing is so good, your face is SO GOOD
and seungkwan’s like ‘i know my face is good because you keep kissing it’ and you’re like YOU’RE RIGHT
that background photo of junsu on his phone is replaced with a photo of you when you fell asleep on his shoulder after you two were coming in from the city after he busked
and one day he actually writes a song for you
and performs it for the first time outside on the campus quad
and when he sings your name you literally fall to your knees with your face in your hands and like seungcheol and joshua and vernon and jeonghan are all elbowing you like AYEEE and it’s cute
seungkwan serenades you when you’re a little pouty with him and you’re like STOP we’re in the cafeteria and he’s just in his sing-song voice like “i don’t care~~~ i love you~~~~”
sarcastically told jun off that one time he tried to ask you to get coffee with him since seungkwan was busy writing for the journal and literally it was like this;
seungkwan: if i had to do a review on your hair jun, i’d give it a bacon sticker because it’s so greasy.”
it hurt jun and he held a grudge for quite a while
as he is with reporting and singing, seungkwan is a perfectionist in dating
and sometimes it’s a bit too much because if he takes you on a date and something goes wrong he blames himself and you’re like “baby, we don’t have to go see that movie. we can just go to the arcade.” and seungkwan’s like bUT i know you wanted to see that movie and you just pinch his cheeks and tell him that yes, but you also wanna kick his butt at dance dance revolution and that gets him fired up
you didn’t believe he was good at table tennis until you guys finally had a match and he won even though you guys played like 12 matches and you’re like seungkwan is their anything you’re not good at
seungkwan; hmmm im not good at resisting you?
depending on if you like to sing or not you and seungkwan do a duet during his busking one time and an elderly couple is just like “you two should hurry up and get married!!”
and you’re like blushing but seungkwan is like “my ideal wedding would be getting married on the beach at jeju, are you cool with that?”
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part two of the reverse idol series in which you are famoose and bts are the thirsty fans that scream about you role reversal at it’s finest. now it is our literal embodiment of the sun’s turn to be a fan. @omotexts THIS ONE IS FOR YOU ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY WELL DONE SURVIVING ANOTHER YEAR
so i feel like hobi will find your group before it becomes really popular
like he’s one of the first to watch the debut video
and you just stand out doing whatever you do
and from then on he’s hooked
he makes kpop videos on youtube (like jrekml) just talking about groups he likes and reacting to things
but lets be real it’s clear that hoseok is in love with your group, especially you
your fanbase are a big fan of him as well because he gives your group so much love
and one day he makes a cover of a solo thing that you released
your fans tweet you saying ‘oh my god check out this guy he’s great’
so you do
and you’re super flattered but also thinking ‘oh my he’s cute’
you mention him in an interview
‘oh yeah there’s this guy on youtube, jung hoseok, he’s super cool and talented’
hobi finds out and goes beserk
he’s so excited
one day you are all set up to perform near him and do a fansign
he gets so excited
hobi is like one of the first few people to book tickets to the concert
and he arrives to the fansign buzzing
when he gets to you he gives you this gift
because in an interview you said your missed your home sometimes while on tour
and straight after that hoseok did some research on where you came from and made up a big bag of things that should make you feel less homesick
and you’re so happy to recieve it from him because it’s such a well thought out gift
then you recognize him and you’re like ‘oh! you’re that guy from youtube. i like your videos!’
and he straight up screams inwardly and a little outwardly because ‘oh my god you’re one of his favourite people and you’ve heard of him!’
he tries to keep cool but it’s obvious he’s really happy
and that just makes you happy
so before he moves on you’re all like
‘hey why don’t you give me your social media and we can stay in contact!’
and he basically dies
but still accepts
hoseok becomes like the person that you talk to whenever you’re super stressed
and he will treat you like an equal which makes you super happy
he just straight up loves you and your music
one of those fans that will fite anyone who thinks you are undeserving of your fame
but he still somehow manages to keep out of fandom drama
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go, Jamaica
Off the Florida Keys there’s a place called Kokomo That’s where you wanna go to get away from it all Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand We’ll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo
[Chorus:] Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo Montego, baby why don’t we go Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo, we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow That’s where we wanna go, way down in Kokomo.
Martinique, that Monserrat mystique…
We’ll put out to sea and we’ll perfect our chemistry By and by we’ll defy a little bit of gravity Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high Way down in Kokomo
Port au Prince, I wanna catch a glimpse…
Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo Now if you wanna go to get away from it all Go down to Kokomo
“You know what the best invention ever is?” You yelled through your flat as a smile made it was onto Barry’s face, placing the last plate in the dishwasher.
“What?” He asked as you waddled slightly through the apartment to show him.
“Maternity pencil skirts. Look, business in the front.” You said, showing him your blazer and the skirt.
“Party in the back.” You turned, lifting the blazer to reveal the hidden elastic at the back.
“I can look smart, sophisticated and be comfortable.” You said, turning to the side to reveal your 7-month baby bump.
“You nervous?” Barry asked, grabbing your briefcase as you stepped into your small heels, leaning on the doorframe for support.
“No.” He shot you a look.
“Okay, yes. I mean, they’ve let people go for worse and it’s been a very public court case.” You said, walking over to him.
“But it’ll be fine, right? It will be.” You convinced yourself as he handed you your briefcase, staring down at you with a smile as he placed his hands on either side of your bump.
“Yes. You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.” He told you as he leaned down for a peck on your lips before letting you go and grab your coat.
(Y/N) = Your Name
(H/C) = Hair Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
Stiles wanted a normal life. Well, as normal as you could get with a werewolf best friend, a crush on a girl who was a banshee and being basically the only human out
of all of your friends. But hey, he wasn’t one to complain. Well, he was. Sometimes. That’s not the point. The point is he wants one day where he can go to school,
plan excuses for not having tomorrows homework in because of some pack crap (so he says yet he stays up late doing it), hate on every happy go lucky couple
making out, then go home, read some comics, force his dad to eat healthy then sleep. In his life that’s a long shot but he can dream big. He huffed, shutting his
locker harder than needed, poor thing wasn’t at fault.
“Honestly I will be fine.” He turned his attention, as did a few others in the hall, seeing a shorter girl sandwiched between two giants. Just looking at them
freaked Stiles out a bit, they were huge. “It’s high school.”
“Exactly. Hell.” The shorter of the two men, which wasn’t short mind you, spoke, huffing and Stiles took note at how deep his voice was. A few of the popular beauty
queens were checking them out, gossiping and giggling already.
“Dude,” The taller one groaned, “She’s a big girl she can handle it.”
The girl nodded at the freckled man who groaned at the double bitch face he was receiving. “Fine, but if remember the basic rules. No smoking pot, no underage
drinking, if you want to party you can but be back by midnight and - ”
“And if a guy or girl tries to touch me fighting is self defense, blah blah blah you had explained this to me literally eleven times the way here.” She pulled the
two to a stop a few feet from Stiles’ locker. “I get it, I love you guys. Now leave. I can handle myself.”
“(Y/N) - ”
“Now!” She rolled her (E/C) eyes, pushing the two lightly. The nodded, the taller one kissing her forehead before they walked out of the school, leaving the girl
standing alone, holding a brown side bag. She looked around, locking eyes with Stiles and sending him a small smile. “Brothers right?”
He nodded mutely, not really knowing what to say when a pretty girl talked to him. She looked him over once and he was not ashamed to admit he was then very
nervous of his last minute outfit throw together. “I like your shirt.” His shirt? What shirt? He looked down. Oh! Batman shirt.
“You like batman?”
“Is DC not one of, if not the best, comics I’ve read?”
“You’ve read comics?”
She scoffed. “A bit too much really. My brothers say I’m 45% comics 55% sarcasm.” She smirked slightly, “They forgot the 100% perfection but, I let by-gones be
by-gones.” She looked down, “I’ve gotta get to the office. Nice meeting you - ?”
He was supposed to say something right? “Oh uh - S-Stiles.” He coughed, “Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski.”
She laughed a bit and holy shit did he hear a choir of Angels? “Nice to meet you 007. I’m (Y/N)…(L/N).” She waved, heading to the direction of the office.
He continued to stare after her, mesmerized by, not only by her features (he thought no one had clearer skin than Lydia Martin), but the outfit style, what
he’s seen of her personality and -
He let out a screech, a manly one too, arms flailing a bit, hitting Scott, which hurt his hand, and clutched his chest, making eye contact with the puppy eyed were.
“The hell Scott you nearly killed me!”
“What were you staring at?”
He looked back to where he was looking. “I think I’m in love.”
Scott rolled his eyes playfully. “Everyone knows you’re a love sick puppy around Lydia buddy.” He pat his back, eyes furrowing in confusion when Stiles shook his
head. “We’re not…talking about…Lydia? Strawberry blonde you’ve loved since third grade?” Stiles shook his head again, smiling sideways at his friend, saying
nothing as he headed to class. “Wha - Stiles no! Don’t leave me hanging bro!”
“Alright class we have a new student, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She just moved here from Virginia Beach so let’s make her feel welcome.” Stiles could have laughed at the
annoyed face (Y/N) was making behind the teachers back, stopping when he turned around. “You can pick an empty seat Ms. (L/N).”
She thanked him, making her way towards the back row where Stiles was sat near his little friend group - pack - clique, whatever it was called. “Hey 007.” She said,
sitting herself down beside Stiles with a smile.
“Hello Ms. Perfection.” Did that sound too flirty? Oh God he bet it did. He was trying to be funny from earlier and oh God that look Scott and the others
were giving him yup him and his big mouth and -
Was she laughing? Head fallen back laughing? “Glad someone seemed to have caught on to my full potential.” He smiled, relaxing a big back in his chair.
“So, you two know each other?” Bad puppy, no interrupting flirty time where Stiles made a pretty girl laugh.
Said pretty girl smiled brightly, looking back to him. “Yes, 007 here had to witness my overprotective brothers lecturing me about high school. And who might you be
puppy?” She tilted her head, (H/C) hair falling onto her left shoulder.
“Oh uh - I’m Scott McCall.”
“Nice to meet you Scott.” She smiled, turning back around. Stiles and Scott made eye contact, Stiles smiling widely, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth
as he nodded a little, Scott rolling his eyes yet smiling at his friends antics.
“So how do you like Beacon Hills so far?” Honestly Stiles might be dreaming. A pretty girl, no scratch that, a gorgeous girl with (H/C) hair, big beautiful (E/C) eyes
and flawless (S/C) skin was handing out with him at some little park, eating ice cream after school. Pinch him.
“It’s nice. Cute town, almost everyone I’ve met is nice. Though Lydia seems to hate me.”
“It’s just cause you’re really pretty I guess she feels threatened.” Did that come out of Stile’s mouth? Seriously? Pinch him. Please.
She laughed again, oh thank God she’s not giving him annoyed or creeped out looks. His phone beeps right as he goes to take a bite of his fudgcicle. Pulling it out,
he sees a text from Derek.
‘Pack meeting. Be here. Now.’
He looked back up at (Y/N) who was attempting to walk across on old piece of wood, arms out at her sides. Of course the supernatural had to come ruin his…his…
was this a date or hanging out? What was this?
“You look constipated. Are you lactose tolerant?” If he wasn’t so used to getting snuck up on he would have jumped. But he wasn’t used to being snuck up on yet so he
He shook his head laughing a bit. “No uh, my friend has an emergency and he needs me to come to his place so I uh, I gotta get going.” She nodded in understanding,
hopping down from the wood to stand next to him, hand resting palm up as she stared at him. He raised an eyebrow, receiving an eye roll. “Give me your phone
Oh. “Oh!” He went to contacts and handed her his phone, she typed quickly before handing it back. ’(Y/N) The Bestest ;) ;)’ He laughed, stuffing in into his
back pocket. “We should hang out again some time.”
“Yeah. Is that okay? After school? We could binge watch all the DC movies at your place.”
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Dorm-Mate : Got7 X Black Girl Series (Preview/Prologue)
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but we seem to be unable to find your luggage,” the clerk said in a timidly polite tone. “What?” “I’m sorry, Ma’am, bu-” “No, I heard you, I just…Oh, no…,” you groaned, placing your hands over your face. “Um…If you’d like to give me your information, I can contact you once we find everything, because I’m sure we will, Ma’am.” You nodded and complied, too tired to do anything else.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but as far as I can tell, you’ve made no reservations at this hotel.” “What?!” “I’m sorry, Ma’am-” “No! I heard you the first time, but I know for a fact that I made reservations! Can you just check again, please?” The man at the front desk sighed and quickly typed something into a computer before looking at you while shaking his head and saying, “Sorry…”
“Today just keeps getting worse and worse…,” you mumbled, kicking a can on the street. “What am I gonna d-,” you were cut off by a piece of paper hitting your face. ‘The hell?…..An audition…?,’ you thought, reading the print on the flyer.
You squinted your eyes at the bright lights and gulped nervously before introducing yourself. “What brings you to Seoul?,” a man with a clipboard asked. “I’m supposed to be spending my gap year here.” “And what brings you to this studio?” “Well, the idea of meeting and possibly living with an idol group seems awesome, but to be honest, I kinda need the free housing right about now,” you stated bluntly. You heard a group of people quietly laughing behind the screen in front of you, thinking that you were kidding. You quickly explained what had happened earlier that day, unknowingly charming the group with your wit.
“She’s funny…I like her,” JYP smiled, gliding his thumb and index finger over his chin in a thoughtful manner. “You aren’t seriously thinking of casting her, are you?,” one of his advisers asked. “Why not?,” he raised an eyebrow, already knowing the answer. “She’s…Well, she’s….” JYP rolled his eyes and called out, “Hey, boys, come in here!” The members of Got7 walked in and sat at a table in front of him. “More audition tapes?,” JB asked. “Please tell us that this one is interesting…,” Jr. sighed. JYP simply smiled and pointed at your image on a screen. He almost laughed at their shocked expressions. “She’s interesting, alright…,” Youngjae muttered. “Yeah…Really interesting…,” Bam Bam agreed. The rest of the boys, except Jackson, jokingly agreed at what the comment insinuated. A bit confused, Jackson looked around before asking, “Hey, didn’t anyone else notice that she’s black?”.
Ok, this one goes out to the lovely anon who made a request this morning. I’ve never done a request before so I was really feeling the pressure on this one! I changed the plot so many times today so I’m sorry if it’s a little late! It is a smut so please don’t read it if you’re a youngster! As always I hope you enjoy it and feel free to tell me what you think!