THIS IS FOR THE BOY WHO TRAINED SO LONG & IS FINALLY DEBUTING! GO JOHNNY, YOU DESERVE THIS, WE LOVE & SUPPORT YOU now let’s just hope to see the other undebuted boys soon too :/
no matter your height, I’m willing to bet that Johnny will tower over you (don’t hold me to this tho haha). the height difference is something he uses to his advantage. he likes putting all your things on the top shelf so he can laugh while watching you almost break your back climbing on things to get it.
but is also lowkey concerned for your safety
so even though he’s laughing his ass off, he’s also hovering closely enough by you that if you did fall, he could catch you
one time, you actually did slip but instead of catching you bridal style like he had always imagined, you landed on top of him, both of you ending up in a heap on the floor
always has to reassure you that “no, babe, I’m not dating Ten” bc sometimes tenny seems too real
both of you being mark’s guides for adult life but do not tell taeyong. you both know that mark’s not as innocent as “nct dream” tried to make him seem that’s a long ass ride
so if he hears some slang term online, you both tell him honestly what it means. and you even slipped him one (1) beer at his bday but he took a sip & handed it back
so he’s not that hardcore but he appreciates not being sheltered or treated like a child
seriously tho don’t let taeyong find out or else ur ass is his
“wow, that dj in LunAmber’s new song is pretty hot” ;)
he’s like “ewww gross” if you try skinship in public but in private he’s a clingy baby
“ok but who do you love more: me or yoona?”
to which he plays it safe & replies: “ten”
freestyle rap battles 24/7
in which johnny is so extra & praises your crappy beatboxing & lyrics as if it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard
“broccoli boy, pass me the remote”
dance battles to r&b classics where you end up slut dropping while he’s twerking & the boys don’t even bother to ask if they walk in
showing off his piano & long, fast fingers skills
random skits where he’ll evaluate your fashion & either trash talk you or be so extra about how lucky he is to have someone so beautiful in his life
randomly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder
hugs where he twirls you around (until he trips & you both fall lol)
tbh he might have a daddy kink. he’s sunshine on the streets, a freak in the sheets. so sex where he picks you up then throws you on the bed, his tall frame making you feel small beneath him
he’s so supportive and extra though. no matter what you do, he’ll be behind you, cheering you on the entire time. he’s too young to be married yet & his career is only taking off about time sm but he does think of the future. he’s fully committed to you & you’ve both already talked about getting married, having kids, the lot. you have no doubt that he’ll protect and cherish you, knowing that someday he will be your husband
“ok but seriously, is there something going on with you and Ten?”
This was a little random. I had the idea to write about what would happen if Jungkook and Y/N switched lives and bodies, and had to go through the other person’s life, kinda like Freaky Friday. I thought it’d be funny haha, but this one is a lil random. I loved writing it though, so let me know if you want a part 2?
Genre: comedy, fluff, i can make this somewhat smutty in future if ya’ll want hehe Jungkook x reader Length: 9k words
the lid of your laptop with a sigh, pushing it to the side and running your
fingers through your hair. Leaning back in your chair and eyeing the clutter of
your desk, you basked in the realisation that now you could finally go to
sleep. You looked over at the clock next to your bed to find that it was
2:43am. You had only just finished everything now. And you still knew that soon
enough you’d be assigned another twenty things.
Being a university
student meant that you were given barely time to even breathe around all the
work your professors set for you. What with your job added onto all of that,
the amount of stress you dealt with on the daily was crazy. But you dealt with
it regardless because you were passionate about what you were studying, and if
this is what you had to do to reach the place you wanted to get to then so be
Your job was
one thing you were less enthusiastic about, but that couldn’t be helped. Your
tuition wasn’t going to pay itself.
the stress and work, you liked to think you were a cheerful and optimistic
person. You were reasonably confident that at some point your life would stop
being as damn repetitive as it was now. Work, lecture, study, sleep, repeat.
You hated to admit that your life was dull, but it really was. There wasn’t
much else to say about it, if you were honest.
yourself out of your desk chair hurt far too much. You’d been sitting still
there for so long that your back absolutely killed
now that you’d straightened out. Your bedroom door opened as you sat down
on your bed, allowing your dog to wander lazily into the room. He immediately
came to you and rose up to rest his paws on your thighs, trying to lovingly
lick your face. You pushed his head away from you with a soft chuckle, mindful
of the fact that the rest of your family would definitely be asleep by now.
Cookie must have gotten bored of staying in your sleeping sister’s room again,
which would be why he was now here trying to lick your cheek as you tried to
keep his tongue off of your skin.
you fought him off and managed to lie down with your head resting on your
pillow. Your poor rejected Cookie took the hint that you were going to sleep
and curled up in a fluffy ball next to your body. You lay there for a minute
petting his curly fur for a few minutes, just thinking. Right before your eyes
fluttered closed, you wished for the fiftieth time that your life would change
from dull and repetitive to somewhat eventful. At least you could dream of what
it would be like.
You’d known Philip for a long time. He was your best friend since you were little so you had practically grown up together. There were lots of play dates that your parents found endearing and adorable pictures of just the two of you.
In each one, you were smiling wide with your arms wrapped around one another or at least touching each other in some way.
Your mom and dad always teased that you were destined to be a Hamilton. You always blushed at the thought of you and Philip getting married, but you had never fully tossed it aside. He was wonderful, kind, and loyal. He’d make someone very happy someday.
If Arthur were to end properly, with a final episode and everything, what would you like to see?
hm! good question! i’d like to see some callbacks to old episodes and old characters, just bringin em back one last time, though i don’t know how you’d pull that off haha. i’d like to see the kids graduate and move on to the next grade without mr ratburn coming with them because it’d feel more Final that way, you know? to show they’re all really moving on. the idea of a flash-forward to see what the characters are up to in ten or fifteen years or whatever is nice but i think i’d prefer to leave their futures up in the air so people can imagine what they want.
ALSO SONGS i’d want the last episode to have lots of songs
OMG THAT JYN/KRENNIC COSTUME SWAP IS PERFECT. Haha yeah I can imagine a 5'3" ft Jyn next to a 6'0" ft Tarkin and them just glaring at each other XD. Speaking of which IF YOU EVER DRAW TARKIN I WOULD PROBABLY EXPIRE BECAUSE CUSHING'S FACE AND EYES IN YOUR STYLE?? OMG
I may have to draw Tarkin because Peter Cushing does seriously have like the most amazing face? I bet it’d be so much fun to capture.
I wish we could put him as Van Helsing in the Doctor Who comics- though I imagine getting the rights would be a total nightmare. Ages ago I was going to do a print of he and the Doctor going through a dark, Hammer Horror-style house, with Christopher Lee’s Dracula sneaking up on them- but it never got past the very rough layout stage -
(A/N: I don’t know if this is good enough for you! I tried to be hella swag and shit, but I don’t think it happened? Lmaooo. Oh well. You can always request for another! I liked this one though haha 😊💕. Thank you for requesting 😘.
This is so awful, I am so sorry guys, I just wrote this in a hurry. I am so busy lately with school that I need to catch up to and homework and I’m organizing a few stuff, I also need to do some Christmas shopping for my friends omg, I need to find time to write in there, haha! But I still hope you will enjoy this! ( I’ve actually been inspired by an imagine I read on Tumblr I guess but I can’t remember which one so I am sorry if this is similar to something you’ve already read even though I haven’t copied the storyline or whatever, it is completely written by myself. I just wanted you to know.)
yawned for the third time of the night, waiting for my lovely
boyfriend to get done with his work so we can both go to bed but he
was taking ages and I was exhausted. All I wanted was to fall asleep
in his arms but it was too hard for me to keep my eyes open anymore
longer. “Are you done yet?” I whined and Joe shook his head. “I’m
sorry, love. I really need to get this done but I’ll join you in
bed.” He said with a soft smile and I let out a sigh with a pout
which made him smile wider. I got up from the couch and pecked his
lips before making my way to our bedroom. I lay down under the cold
sheets and quickly fell asleep without my lover’s arms around me.
shifted when I felt the bed stretch, I rolled over to face Joe,
finally joining me. I frowned and slowly opened my eyes. I rolled
back on my side and reached for my phone on the bedside table. My
eyes went wide as I saw the time. 3:45. Oh
I put the phone back on the table and I felt Joe’s arms slip around
my waist. He kissed my temple and I couldn’t find the strength to
fight with him about it so I simply sighed and relaxed before falling
back into the arms of sleep.
woke up feeling the sun warming my skin through the window. I blinked
my eyes open and heard the sound of water dropping from the
shower. I sighed before getting up and heading towards the kitchen to
cook some breakfast. A few minutes later, I heard Joe’s footsteps
getting closer and served ourselves the omelette I cooked and some juice. I soon
saw him coming towards me, rubbing his eyes like a child.
the Joe I had to deal with. The grumpy busy boyfriend who was
obsessed with work. I loved him deeply but seeing how mad he was
going for his job made me so angry. He spent his time editing videos or
attending meetings or mostly filming and he was so incredibly tired.
He just didn’t want to admit it but he needed some rest. He smiled
and kissed my forehead and as I looked up to give him a small smile,
he pecked my lips. He sat down next to me with his plate on the couch
and I leaned him onto him, placing my head on his shoulder. “Why
did you go to bed so late?” I blurred out. “I just started
editing the 2 other videos I needed to edit.” He replied like it
was almost so casual and I leaned up to look at him properly. “Joe.”
I said, firmly but not rudely. He looked at me, confused. “Y/N.”
He replied with the same tone and this teasing smirk on his lips.
“You need to stop working, at least for like a day.” I admitted,
looking seriously at him and his smirk turned into a frown as he put
his plate down on the table. “What does that mean?” He questioned
and I sighed. “You need to relax for a bit, Joe. You’re so stressed
and tensed lately. You’re exhausted! Look at you, you’ve gone to bed
at almost four in the morning and I can see on your face how tired
you look.” Joe gave me warm smile and his hand went up to my arm,
stroking it gently. I smiled at the gesture. “Love, I appreciate
that you care and worry about me but I’m all fine, I swear!” He
insisted but I knew he was lying to himself. “You’re not. You
really need to-” I started but got cut off by his lips on mine. I
couldn’t help but melt onto him. After 3 years of relationship, I
still couldn’t resist that boy. I pulled away and was about to talk
when he put one of his fingers on my lip. “Now if you’ll excuse me,
I have another meeting I need to attend.” He said and quickly pecked my
lips a few times before getting up and to the bedroom. That was it,
he really needed some rest. I decided that when he would be rushing
for his meeting, I’ll prepare him some good stuff he’ll obviously
thank me for later on.
was about 8 in the evening when I heard the front door close, I
walked through the hallway and noticed Joe sighing and laying down on
the couch, yawning. I was right. I walked into the living room and
when he saw me, he tried his best to lit up and act like he was doing
just fine. “Hello, baby girl!” He exclaimed but it all sounded so
fake and exaggerated. I took both of his hands in mine and pulled him
up from the couch. “I have a surprise for you.” I said, excited
for him to see and I leaded him to our bathroom where his favourite
candles were lit up and a big ol’ bath was running. The room smelled
so good that even just stepping in made you relax. He smiled as he
saw how the room looked. “Have you actually done that the whole
day?” He asked with some sparkle in his eyes as they met mine. “I
did.” I replied and he pulled me into a long hug. For a moment, I
thought he fell asleep into my embrace but he pulled away and kissed
me softly before he slowly started to strip off his clothes. “Please, tell me you are
joining me.” He said with an earnest look and puppy eyes and I
chuckled. “Sorry but I have to make dinner.” I said, sticking my
tongue out at him and he pouted before I headed towards the kitchen,
started cooking our dinner.
After about 20 minutes, I was done
cooking his vegan burger and put it on the table with the rest of the
meal and smiled at how good it looked. At this moment, I saw Joe
walking through the living room with a towel wrapped around his
waist, I smirked to myself enjoying the view as he was drying his
hair with another towel. He looked up and smiled as he saw the table
and recognised the scent. “Oh my god, what have you planned?” He
said with a teasing voice but I knew he was thankful for it. I looked
at him up and down and smirked again. “A lot but I’m very tempted
to go straight up to bed.” I said as he laughed and kissed me
softly. “Let’s not waste this delicious food.” He teased, taking
a chip from his plate and putting it in his mouth. I slapped him on
the butt playfully as he made his way towards the room to get
were now watching one of Joe’s favourite films on the couch. I looked
up to him and noticed how hard he was trying to not fall asleep. I
got out of his embrace and took his hand leading him to the room. He
frowned but followed me. “I have one more surprise.” I said and
he smirked as I took off his shirt and he let me do it. I turned his
body so I was facing his back. “Lay down.” I spoke and he
laughed. “What are you up to?” He asked, glancing to me over his
shoulder and I laughed to myself about how dirty-minded he was. “Just
shut up and lay down.” I said in his ear and he did lay down on his
stomach, crossing his arms on the bed resting his head on it. Joe
glanced back over his shoulder as I shift onto the bed, straddling on
his lower back and bum but my weight was mostly on my knees. I
moisturised my hands with massage oil. “What are you- Oooh.” He
whispered, before feeling my hands slowly run up his back and move
apart to his shoulders and I instantly felt him relax completely. My
hands moved back down his back slowly with a good pressure. I watched
his eyes, enjoying the massage. “Is it okay?” I asked and he
nodded as I smiled. I ran my hands to his lower back and down his
sides before moving back up, stopping at his shoulders, I squeezed
He said dreamily. “Can I just pay you to do this everyday?” He
asked and I laughed. “Maybe, only because it’s you I might do it
for free.” I said, lent over and whispered into his ear, before
kissing under it lightly and he chuckled. “Lucky you.” I teased.
Joe laughed, my hands on his shoulder blades and moving back down his
back, repeating the movements. “Feeling
less stressed now babe?” I asked while I watched him drifting off
in pleasantness. “Oh my god, yes. This has been the best evening
I’ve ever had. Thank you so much, love.” He replied and I stopped
my movements and got off of him, laying by his side.
He tilted his
head to look over me again, putting his weight on his elbows. “Don’t
thank me.” I spoke, passing a hand through his soft hair and he
took hold of it, kissing its back. “No, I’m serious, Y/N.” He
intertwined our fingers and I smiled at his gesture. “I am so sorry
for going to bed really late and lying to you about how tired I was.
I am actually exhausted and deep down, I knew that even If I lied, you’ll notice.” He started and shifted to lay on his back, opening his arms so
I could cuddle up close to his chest. “I know you all too well, Sugg.” I admitted, soothed by his his heartbeat. “I know. That’s why I
love you so much and thank you for today.” He started, playing with my hair. “The bath, the meal, you
watched Taken with me even if you hate it and now the
massage. I love you.” He said, kissing the top of my head. “I
love you too.” I said before lifting my head up and pecking his
lips before we both fell asleep for a good long night.
I only want a Hamilton film if the OBC is the cast if it
Honestly, I thought that at first but now I don’t think I would mind. We have a whole new cast now, also the Chicago, West End and San Fran productions with different actors plaing these roles and being pretty amazing at it, I truly love them all (yes i follow most of them on social media and you can imagine the freaking mess haha) and even though the OBC cast will always be my favorite, they’re not the only ones capable of making Hamilton amazing.
I can see that with all these new talents taking their place and owning it, they turned the roles into their own in such a beautiful way, I’m sure if new people get cast for the movie, they won’t dissapoint either.
I've been rereading Tumbling Together (amazing by the way) But I had a question, kinda like for an outtake scene, but I was wondering if Barry and Len ever went back to their bank, from chapter one, and if Barry kinda rubbed it in Raymond's face that he's dating Len? Just a thought that popped into my head, had to ask.
Hahahahaha, well, he wouldn’t do it deliberately. I mean, Barry likes to gloat, but that would be a bit petty even for him, considering he got his man.
He will eventually end up at the bank with Len more than once though, of course. One day they’re gonna probably open a joint account together, realistically, even if they don’t combine all of their finances? And they might have other appointments together. Can you imagine them getting a mortgage???
Haha anyway, they’re going to find their way back to the bank more than once over time, and Raymond is going to start out with shooting jealous looks at Barry for having so obviously charmed Len (who is 100% Raymond’s type), but after a few visits, Ray is going to be sending those appraising glances at Barry too, and more or less develop a minor couple-crush.
Poor guy. It’s a shame both Len and Barry are as jealous and possessive as they are (and have to hide their identities) because he’ll never be invited for the three-way he daydreams about when they come in.
“Can you write one where your crush is your best friend even though you go to different schools, and you go see a movie together and it’s cute but also you hook up in the back row? ;) He’s really tall and I’m short so if you wanna include that you can. Thanks :)”
Not my best work but I hope you enjoy anyway. And by the way, unless you specify otherwise I’ll always make the characters sassy because I find those imagines to be the cutest! (I can try writing super cheesy fluff but I’ll be cringing the whole time haha)
Word count: 2222 (that made me so happy)
You walk into the movie theater, reluctance making you drag your feet, although you’re secretly very excited. Reluctance because you gave in and agreed to watch that stupid Life of Pets movie instead of the much cooler movie you wanted. And excitement because you’ll be watching the movie with your crush, (c/n).
You check your texts again. (C/n) said he arrived five minutes ago, and he’s still in line for popcorn. You look up, scanning the food buying area until you spot him. He’s paying already.
“Hey (c/n)!” you call out, walking over. “Get me a popcorn!” There’s a looong line behind him and you’re not getting into it.
“Too late,” he says, turning around and exiting the line. He holds up a bag of popcorn. “It’s okay though, I got a large. I will allow you to take a piece or two.”
You give him a big, fake smile. “Your generosity astounds me,” you say sarcastically.
He mirrors your smile. “I know, I’m a saint.”
You reach over and grab a handful of popcorn. “Hey!” he says indignantly, reaching out a hand to retrieve his stolen goods, but you jump away, laughing.
“I’m sorry, did you want this back?” You chuck a piece at him, pegging him on the forehead. Bullseye. You do a victory dance.
(C/n) growls playfully and grabs a couple pieces of popcorn, aiming for your face. You duck, but one of them bounces off your head anyway. You throw a last piece at him and tear off down the hallway.
(C/n) chases you down and catches up to you just as you both arrive at the door of your assigned theater. You quickly down the rest of your handful of popcorn, munching happily as he glowers. “Mmm, buttery, thanks (c/n)!” You look over his shoulder. In his hurry to catch up he spilled popcorn out of the bag all over the hallway. “Nice job,” you remark, pointing.
He turns to look. “Oops.” He turns back, and for a second you look at each other. “Hey (y/n),” he says, grinning.
“Hey (c/n).” You grin back. You’ve almost forgotten that this is the first time in a while that you’re seeing him in person. Your friendship has developed so much over text that talking to him for real just feels natural and ordinary. Still, you appreciate being able to see him in the flesh, actually experience the hilarious height difference, hear his voice, and hey, he smells good, too.
“Well, let’s watch this movie, shall we?” He gestures to the theater door.
You sigh dramatically, remembering the stupid cartoon you’re about to watch. “I’m so not excited. Only for you, (c/n).”
He seems pleased with himself. “After you,” he says in mock politeness. You walk in and he follows you to your seats in the back of the theater. The hookup row, you can’t help but think. But hey, you didn’t pick these seats, he did. And it was probably a good choice, because knowing him, he’ll talk disruptively through the entire movie.
The trailers are still going, and that cartoon he keeps texting you about comes on. He gets visibly excited. “That’s the movie I was talking about! Looks sick, right?”
“Mmmhm,” you say without passion. (C/n) and his cartoons….He blabbers on. “We’re watching that next. Soon. Maybe right after this we watch that.” As he talks you quickly google it. “Oh my god, chill, it comes out in like two weeks.”
He shrugs. “Okay, fine, two weeks. It’s a date.”
“Um - that’s not - okay…” you stutter, torn between your nervousness at the word “date” and your eagerness to see him as much as possible. In typical (y/n) fashion, you quickly change the subject. “You’re hogging the popcorn. I want some.” You hold out your hand expectantly.
He looks scornfully at you and makes a show of dropping two small pieces into your hand. “Okay, give me that,” you say, grabbing the bag from his lap and putting it on yours. He tries to take it back, gripping the edges of the bag and brushing the front of your shirt in the process. But you won’t submit. This popcorn is yours now.
Luckily, the trailers finally finish up and the movie begins, so (c/n) gives up and sits back in his chair to watch. You gobble your popcorn triumphantly as the opening scene unfurls.
Suddenly your back pocket buzzes, and you jump. Oh, it’s just your phone. You pull it out and read the notification on the lock screen. It’s a text from (f/n) to your group chat. HOWS YOUR DATE GOING (Y/N)?!?!?!?! Another message pops up from (f/n/2), reading ^^&&&.
Typical. You don’t know how she always manages to make that typo. (F/n) texts DID YOU MAKE OUT YET and you suddenly remember who you’re sitting right next to. You quickly hide your phone and sneak a glance sideways to see if (c/n) read the messages over your shoulder. He’s looking straight ahead at the big screen, but the smirk on his face tells you that he probably saw everything. You wince and mentally facepalm. Turning your phone away so he can’t see it, you quickly text back, Omg stfu (f/n) we’re not making out! and then add, I’m turning on Do Not Disturb…see ya in two hours hoes!! You shut your phone and put it back in your pocket.
“Friends checking up on you?” (c/n) teases, and you know from his tone that he definitely saw their texts. Great. “Uhhh, yeah.” How else are you supposed to respond?
(C/n) just keeps smirking to himself, and you both turn your attention back to the movie.
Every couple minutes he turns and looks at you expectantly, sometimes asking, “What do you think?” or “Pretty great, huh?” You mostly respond with noncommittal grunts. The movie is just as stupid as you thought it would be.
You munch on your stolen popcorn. (C/n) reaches into the bag every few seconds to get popcorn for himself. Every once in awhile you’ll go in at the same time, and your hands bump into each other clumsily. Of course, neither of you backs down, and you fight over control of the popcorn, which just means you shove each other’s hands away and grab as much as possible.
You go in for another handful, and (c/n)’s hand goes in after yours. But this time, instead of pushing your hand out of the way, he just clamps his hand over yours. As in, you feel his palm resting on the back of your hand. You’re confused, and at the same time, your heart starts to flutter. You look over at him. He’s still staring straight ahead, but he’s smiling, and he’s got a bit of a devious look right at this moment.
Your hand is still clenched around the popcorn, but it looks like that’s not what’s happening right now, so you allow it to go limp and release the popcorn, not without feeling a little sad. No matter how much you love boys, food will always be a priority too.
(C/n) takes this opportunity to lace his fingers between yours, and now it seems like he’s holding your hand. Well, okay then! This is certainly a development. Amidst your nervous confusion and excitement, you smile a little picturing your friends’ reactions when you tell them about this.
As if holding your hand isn’t enough, (c/n) starts rubbing circles with his thumb, sending shivers down your spine. Your breathing seems to get louder and you worry that he can hear it. Maybe he can also hear your heart beating furiously in your chest.
If someone were to ask you the plot of the movie at this point you would have no idea what to tell them.
After several minutes of this, he untwines his fingers from yours and takes his hand out of the popcorn bag. You can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment, but it doesn’t last long, because next thing you know that arm is now around your shoulder. He pulls you towards him and rests his head on the top of yours. For once you appreciate being as short as you are. The ten inch difference is really helping with this whole cuddling thing.
Well, he’s been sending some hella obvious signals, and it’s finally enough to encourage you to do something. You turn towards him, grip the armrest that’s separating the two of you, and lift your face towards his. He looks down at you, that sexy smirk on his lips, understanding in his eyes. As you stretch your head upwards he leans down to meet you, crashing his mouth onto yours.
You’re hesitant at first. You’re unsure of what to do, but (c/n) seems much more confident, and you remember wryly that he has plenty of experience, from everything he’s told you. But this is not the time to be thinking about all his sexual exploits. (C/n) parts his lips slightly and allows his tongue to graze your lips, and your mind is quickly wiped of any thoughts outside of him and his mouth and OH. MY. GOD.
You open your mouth a little too, and he takes this as his cue to tilt his head and dive in deeper. This is definitely making out, and fuck, it’s so much better than in the movies. You’re deaf to the sounds of the one playing in front of you. You don’t give a crap about those stupid cartoon pets, and at last, it seems as though (c/n) doesn’t either.
He cups your face in his hands and you grab his neck, trying to pull yourself closer. The goddamn armrest is in the way. You stand up slightly and slide over into his lap, letting your feet dangle over the seat next to his. He pulls apart to take a breath, and grins. “Much better,” he says approvingly. His voice is low and sexy, different than you’ve ever heard it before. You would love to listen to it more, but you would love even more to just keep making out. So that’s what you do. Neither of you seems inclined to break away at any point. So you don’t.
You don’t even notice the end credits starting until the lights go up, and the theater isn’t dark enough to hide you anymore. You jump away hastily.
People are getting up and exiting the theater, passing you on the way out. You get up and follow them out, (c/n) close behind. You feel lightheaded and your legs are a bit unsteady. You stumble a little as you walk out the door, and he grabs your elbow. “You okay there?” he teases, putting his arm around you protectively.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say, smiling. “I am very much okay.”
“Wonder why,” he responds sarcastically. You elbow him. “Shut up, dumbass,” you say playfully, though you’re a little embarrassed at how bubbly and elated you feel and how obvious you’re making it. This is very out of character for you. You’re sassy and sarcastic, not dreamy and happy.
(C/n) chuckles and hugs you closer to him as you walk towards the front doors of the theater. “You’re so cute,” he says.
Your cheeks heat up. What do you say to that? “Um…thanks,” you mumble, feeling very flustered.
You call your parents for rides, and then sit down on the front steps to wait.
“So,” he says. “Good movie, huh?”
You nod. “Oh, yeah. You were right. Totally worth it.”
He grins at you, eyes twinkling. “What was your favorite part?”
“Umm….” You have absolutely no idea what actually happened in the movie. “The part with the animals?”
He laughs, and you melt at how adorable he is. “Same (y/n), same.”
You giggle. Like a little girl. What is this boy doing to you?!
“So two weeks is a little too long for me. I’m thinking we need to meet up sooner than that,” he says casually.
You can’t keep the smile off your face. “Did you get that Pikachu you wanted yet?”
“Nope.” He sighs. “I think Pikachu hates me.”
“Hey!” He nudges you playfully.
You laugh apologetically. “I bet my Pikachu won’t hate you,” you hint. “Our train station is always open!”
The smirk is back. “Maybe I’ll stop by. Grace your town with my presence,” he says, as if it’s the kindest thing he could do for anyone.
“Don’t trouble yourself!”
He chuckles. “No, no. It would be my pleasure to hunt Pokemon with you, (y/n).”
You smile down at your hands. Just then, your mom pulls up and honks her horn.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” You jump up and open the car door. As you climb in, you turn and wave to (c/n). “See ya,” you call out to him.
He winks at you and waves back. You shut the door and your mom drives away. Before you get too far, you turn back to look, and you can see (c/n) sitting on the steps, smiling to himself.
This is a personal fic that I wrote since
Youngjae is my ultimate weakness hahaha
Choi Youngjae (GOT7), You
(Reader/OC), Other GOT7 members
Smut, AU, and Fluff
Innocent!Youngjae, Begging!Youngjae, Virgin!Youngjae,
FirstTime!Youngjae, Student!Youngjae, TeacherXStudent (FUCK THIS IS MY
ULTIMATE KINK ASDUGAOISDHG) what else can I write here that will make me
more sinful than I already am OMFG HAHAHAHAHA
You are one of the youngest teachers at the university and even though
there are a lot of good looking teachers and students that surround you and make
moves on you, your eyes are settled in just one pretty average student, Choi
A/N – This story is about one of my ultimate
biases along with my ultimate kink so let your imaginations run wild as it
already is haha
The students started leaving one by one and
you were left alone in the classroom, trying to take down the results of their
preliminary exam without the need to go to the faculty room, since it is
crowded by a lot of other teachers as well as students with different reasons
that you do not want to hear.
You are a foreigner and it has been 2 years
since you started working in Korea as an English Teacher. It has been your passion to teach, and your
passion to learn the Korean culture and its people made you come here, and you
are enjoying every single minute of it.
Though there are still a bit of cons in terms of language barrier and
racism, but you didn’t let that get in to you, and pretty much you are
successful with what you do.
You didn’t find it hard to be close with your
students, knowing that your age gaps aren’t that much, so most of the time you
are just having fun while in class, but limitations are always set and your
students always understand. Some other
foreign and local teachers alike and even students tried to make a move on you,
tried asking you out on a date or for coffee, but you refuse to, because you
wanted to focus on your career and avoid as much distraction as possible.
Speaking of distraction, when you thought
that all of your students are already gone, you heard a nervous cough. You look up and you saw your cute distraction,
Choi Youngjae, standing a few meters away from you. He looks at you but immediately bowed down,
his hands on either side of his. You
smiled as you straightened against your seat, and you looked at him.
Did... Did Linda just quiet hand Frisk? Excuse me Keisha but I have a “bone” to pick with Linda. Haha excuse me. *walks over to Linda*
Is something wrong Sans?
Linda, you know damn well that there is something wrong. You think it's nice to quiet hand my kid? You think you can just grab their hands like thst even though you know it distressed them? Linda, I'm giving you a warning this time, but touch my kid's hands again and I will personally go through every imaginable time line and erase your foul memory until I'm the only living person who remembers your ill presence. Try me Linda. Just try me.
STOOOOOOPPP: This is by far the worst thing I’ve written. Though i tried to save it in the end. I’ll make sure - trust me with this one - to fix this as soon as I can. Read my previous post to see why this is so short and why a lot of the upcoming things will be short. Also the third reason which I didn’t mention is that I have test coming up again and I should probably study haha
Okay still I hope you like it and make sure to tell me if you want to read a “normal” lenght version of this.
Ps: Btw In the last paragraph the word yuyin is being explained. (2nd & 3rd sentence)
“I don’t think so honey.” He said with a sassy tone and everyone in the room started laughing. “I’m just saying that I can speak english really well.” Seungkwan was joking around and actually giving us some time to relax before our exams. We were studying like crazy and now that we had to study for our english exam he came up and just spoke. He knows his english is not the best but he really does everything to make his friends laugh. “Seungkwan-ah. Stop we have to study.” A friend of his said but he was also almost crying because of seungkwan.
He walked over to your side and sat down again. “Can you help me later on? I really have to fix my prononciation.” He said while shyly scratching the back of his head. “Sure, let’s do that.” You said, laughing about how cute he was. “But let’s set a time for tomorrow okay? I have to leave now.” You had to admit. And before leavong the room you set a study date with Seungkwan.
And the laugh of Y/N, was was made his day. His motivation for everything. “Tomorrow? How about right after school?” “Sounds great.” Y/N said again, with a huge smile, laughing again just because of what happened earlier. After Y/N left. Seungkwan was sitting there, staring at the door.
“I wish you could know what your laugh does to me. A sound that never stops. And repetitively plays in my mind. Never making me forget what you mean to me.”