have your voice be heard

I don’t know if I should
Should stop writing about you

I’m afraid to read these things again and
That I still won’t have seen you
That I still won’t have seen your ocean blue eyes
With the soft waves as your lips

That I still won’t have heard the rushing ocean
Your voice when you’re saying my name

I’m afraid that my words will stay words
Just imaginations
Of the deep blue ocean

—  To you // Anonymous

You have until MIDNIGHT TOMORROW to register and have the chance for your voice to be heard!!!!! This is soooo important!! Only 43% of people aged 18-25 voted in the 2015 general election😱 what?!!!?? We are the future of this country and we have the right to decide how we want it to be run🗣 Please register to vote and, on the 8th of June, please exercise your right to vote❤️❤️❤️❤️

Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!


Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

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Together. - Jughead Jones

Hi! Can I request a jughead x reader imagine with the prompts “why did everything have to get this bad?” and “maybe we’ll just have to figure this out together.” Thank you!

I didn’t really know where to take those prompts, but I hope you like it! I’m sorry it’s short.

Originally posted by loislanes94


The first week back at Riverdale High was a rough one. With Jason Blossom’s body being found and arrests being made, it stressed you out. You weren’t particularly close with Archie, but you were friends with Betty and it hurt to see her upset. As much as you disliked the drama, being friends with Betty incidentally dragged you into it. Jughead, your other friend, wasn’t much for emotional support. He was writing a novel about the whole summer, including the drama that was currently unfolding. Despite his indifference towards Betty and his dislike of Archie, he acted as your sounding board. You would tell him all about what happened between them and he would make some witty remark about how they should write a cheesy, teenage romance-drama. Then you would laugh and hang out with him, forgetting about all the stress.

Sadly, one night when you were over at his place, his jokes weren’t enough. You were pacing around his room, your hands pulling at your hair while he was typing away at his novel. At some point you just stopped talking and laid on his bed, tears rolling down your cheeks. Jughead, being your best friend, tried his best to console you with his words.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N,” he said, turning in his spinning chair to face you. When he noticed the tears, he got up and sat next to you on his bed. You were staining his pillow with your tears and he felt utterly helpless. “I’m, I’m not the greatest when it comes to dealing with things like this,” he murmured, “but if there’s anything you need, tell me.” You glanced up at him from your spot, and he gave you a weak smile. You lifted your head and rested on his thighs, trying to find some comfort in being near him. His hand found it’s way to your hair and started to stroke it soothingly.

“Why did everything have to get this bad?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but Jughead heard it and it broke his heart. When he didn’t answer, you turned to glance at him and the look in his eyes made you feel hopeless. He didn’t know when the table turned and flipped everything upside down. He wished he knew, just to give you some sort of answer but he couldn’t. “I don’t know, Y/N, it just did.” You sat up beside to him and leaned your back against his headboard. You rested your head against his hard shoulder and in turn, he positioned his head against yours. Your right leg brushed against his left one and your hands joined between them. His thumb was running over your knuckles in an attempt to soothe you further. “Thank you Jug,” you murmured and Jughead looked at you. “I wish I could do more,” his voice deep with worry. You lifted your head and he turned to look at you, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

“Maybe we’ll just have to figure this out together,” he whispered and your gaze met with his. Silence overcame the both of you and the tension built between you. Finally, Jughead couldn’t hold back anymore and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours softly. You kissed him back, carefully as not to push him further. His hand found your cheek, pulling you closer. After a few moments longer, you came up for air and Jughead pressed his forehead to yours. “Together,” you whispered and Jughead pressed a kiss to your nose. “Together.”

thunder - zach dempsey

requested: yes

word count: 1.224

warnings: i swear once, besides that there are symptoms of anxiety in here

plot: zach helps you go through a storm, trying his best to make you feel comfortable and to be there for you

a/n: i can’t believe how much zach content i’m posting but i live for it. anyway i hope this is true to the request. also i listened to this & this while writing idk maybe it creates an ambiance for y’all


Zach was driving you home when the storm broke.

One minute the two of you were joking around as his music blasted from the speakers and wind blew messing up your hairstyles. Then, quick drops of water began falling from the sky, causing Zach to immediately put the convertible’s hardtop on.

You grew quiet as you took in the sight of the darkened sky and the raindrops hitting the windshield.

Zach took notice of your sudden mood change and turned the music volume down. “Everything okay?” He asked, shifting his gaze from the road for a few seconds to look at you.

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Moving Business? Mafia!au

Originally posted by toughchim

(gif is so big my lord)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mafia!au 

Summary: Only a few days after proposing to you, you finally find out what Taehyung’s real job was all along after going into his private office.

(Credit to original owner of gif)

Part (1) (2) (3)

You hadn’t meant to see the files, you were passing by his office when you his dirty dishes, he wasn’t home and you were now engaged you doubted he would care if you went in for a few seconds to clean up a wee bit. You had grabbed the glasses and plates off his desk and as you picked up the last plate and adding it to the small stack resting in one hand you saw the file with someones picture crossed out with a black sharpie.

You were confused and curious, Taehyung and you had been together for a while by this point and the most you knew was he was apart of some sort of moving business, the last time you had asked too much he got quite upset and then calmed down and asked you to never ask about it. You had even met a few of his colleagues who all seemed nice enough. However this file that was now just sitting here made you wonder. You did as you originally planned and put all the dishes in the kitchen and moved back into Taehyung’s office, you didn’t normally pry but he knew nearly everything about you but as you stood reading the file you truly realized how little you knew about the man you were going to marry.

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Hiraeth (M) | Pt.1

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Originally posted by jungkooz

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | pt.11 | pt.12 |

Words: 12,957.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, smut, fluff, angst.

Summary: “I guess we’re not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns – what does it matter when we’re all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?”

A/N: Inspired by the wonderful game The Last of Us.

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An Essay about LGBTQ+ representation and art, tied up with a bit of a tribute to Stephanie Rice.

I haven’t written something like this in quite a while. But I’ve been thinking a lot this past month about stories (even more than usual). So please be patient with all the caffeinated rambling I have to do here. 

Needing to tell stories is something I have always known. There’s not a point in my life that I can look back on and not find in my younger self the intense will to put words and worlds, experiences and characters on paper. I’m sure this is a thing many artists and storytellers would say about their own lives. It’s the heart hammering, hand shaking need to find an outlet for experiences, passion, compassion and emotion that answers every “how did you know you wanted to do this” question with a “because I had to.”

Being gay is something that I haven’t always known. And yes, I can look back on my life and point to moments and insecurities and road bumps that came from having always been gay. But I haven’t always known. Knowing came later. Knowing came with combined fear and confidence and the ability to eventually shatter the brick walls I’d built to hold my shoulders upright, in order to look at myself more clearly. And then I knew, and now it’s as though I always have.

I spend a lot of time thinking about my experience coming out and the experiences of other LGBT people around me, and young kids who have come out and are coming out every day, either in quiet moments to themselves, or in one big fight with their families, or again and again each day to that Uber driver or that woman next to you on the plane, or your hair dresser who always asks who you’re dating. I spend a lot of time thinking about how that experience can be made easier, how kids can be received with more love, how we can better learn who we are before the years of self doubt. And no matter how much I think about anything, I am almost always brought back to the same two ways to fix anything. 1. Through giving and compassion and 2. Through art and stories. 

With each generation in the LGBTQ community, the groundwork is laid for the ones that follow. From fighting for our right to live and be seen, to demonstrating that we’re just like everyone else, the generations before mine have laid a foundation that I am fortunate and humbled to stand on. In that light, I really and truly believe that it will be my generation that brings us alive, as a community, through art, that tells stories and writes songs so that generations after us can see themselves a little sooner, can look up to more than just a handful of queer artists, can grow up knowing and with families who know that there is no one normal, no cookie cutter sexuality, no right experience. 

I have few memories of experiencing media that was specifically gay, growing up. But one of the clearest I do have is watching Pretty Little Liars with my mom. I grew up in liberal Massachusetts, outside Boston with loving, accepting parents. Even still, I can vividly remember a time when Emily, a then high school student on the show kissed her girlfriend and my mother explained that she just “didn’t like to see it” that it was fine and she had “nothing against it” but “she’s just a little girl” and she didn’t want to think about it. I’m sure my mom’s response wasn’t different from many others. So often, the world is okay with kids being queer but not okay with showing them a world of experiences like theirs beforehand. My mom is one of the most loving people I know and I tell this story with a fondness. She’s always been accepting of who I am. I’ve always been safe and supported. There’s a chance she doesn’t even remember this moment because she loves me for who I am. But when all is said and done those moments happen all the time and they pile up and they mean something. They mean something because there are young kids, across the country, across the world, in less loving houses, with less accepting parents, who don’t have the word for what they feel for years and years, who are sheltered from seeing Emily Fields kiss girls on TV, who watch their parents turn off movies if two boys are in love. Those kids hear song after song on the radio where girls sing about boys and boys sing about girls. They’re raised on fairytales and animated films about Princesses who marry Princes or don’t marry at all. They flounder, they search, they look for themselves here and there and everywhere and they come up empty handed. They come up with one song by a niche band that no one else listens to, or one sad lifetime movie about a woman’s dead gay son, or one lesbian on a TV show who inevitably ends up dead. 

It’s my understanding that art is never meaningless. That culture and stories are what shape who we are, our worldview, our communities. It’s my understanding that when we diversify those stories we begin to change the world, stone by stone, kid by kid. 

Often, I hear other LGBTQ people talk about not wanting to be defined by being gay or bi or trans. But the more I grapple with it and the more I exist in this world, living in LA, working in television, fighting for my chance to tell stories, the more I want to scream it. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. Because maybe if I yell it loud enough some kid will hear it and say “hey me too.” Because maybe if I pour that pride and pain and passion into my art it will reach their television some day, their home, their couch, and even if it doesn’t change their dad’s mind, it might make them feel less alone or give them the right words for the pain and passion that they feel. 

I never watched The Voice before last year. I turned on season 11, at random, because I wanted to watch Alicia Keys be a coach. At some point, I stopped. It was fun but these aren’t the kind of shows that feel like they’re for me. They feel like they’re for corn fed, middle America, fighting over this pleasant looking man or that palatable country singer. And while I’m a creative who appreciates the rise and fall and hopes and dreams of other creatives as stories, these weren’t ones I was ever invested in. This year, I again turned the show on to watch season 12. Only to watch the auditions because those are fun and I get one more season with Alicia Keys. I remember the moment the show played Stephanie Rice’s backstory. I was watching it with one of my good friends. I remember we both perked up a little more when we saw her holding hands with her fiancée. I remember watching in an odd, baited breath silence as Stephanie began to tell her story and finding myself choking up just a little. For me, that emotional choked up feeling came from hearing things that I recognized, from watching her talk about the fear of disappointing her little sisters and knowing that exact same fear, to the same hands shaking, heart in your throat need to prove it’s alright, to make your way, to have your voice heard. Even as a person who has been out for years, an adult who is comfortable and confident in my sexuality, that feeling is still there. And as I watched it and watched her speak her truth and kiss another girl back stage I was reminded again that some kid, somewhere on a couch was going to see this, and feel that reliability, and feel seen and understood and not alone. I was driven again to keep fighting to tell my own stories.

There is something significant about pain and diversity and art that isn’t discussed enough. Art is universal and can be interpreted and understood and seen and heard and felt by anyone. But there is a rare and often overlooked feeling that comes when art feels like it understands you. When someone says words or shows an emotion that you can put your finger on and say you’ve felt. I stuck with the Voice after that. I watched specifically to follow Stephanie’s journey. For one, because she’s an incredibly talented artist, and for two, because I have a distinct understanding of how much harder that fight to make your way is.

Just a few nights ago I was driving, after my last day at my job in the Shannara Season 2 Writers Room, at about midnight down the freeway, and I was loudly singing along to Stevie Nicks with my windows down. On my reverse alphabetical order by artist itunes library, Stephanie Rice’s cover of White Flag comes right after Stevie Nicks’s Edge of Seventeen. So I’m driving and I’m singing and I know every damn word to Dido’s White Flag because I’ve heard it a hundred thousand times before and it was never even a song I cared about or liked. But I hadn’t heard this version that many times. Here I am, twenty-six years old, yelling at top volume in my car feeling my head get sort of swallowed and overcome and numbed by emotion as I do. Because when another gay woman sang that song, it changed. Because when another person fighting and dying to get their pain and emotion out of their chest sang that song, it changed. Because the emotion she sang with is emotion I know. Because suddenly yelling that I wouldn’t put my hands up and surrender became about something different. I can’t tell you what someone else meant by their song or their voice or their story. But I can tell you how it touched me personally. And I grinned like a damn idiot in my car because I felt a little stronger and a little prouder. 

I’m in the process of writing a feature/novel package with the brilliant Dawson Schachter. It’s a romance between two women. And as we work on it we keep having to remind ourselves of the reality that these stories don’t get told often, that the market for them is smaller, that they have to be palatable to the big wigs that will look at them. And that is infuriating and compromising and fucks with every better angel and creative demon you have, let me tell you. That’s the ugly part people don’t talk about. That’s the reality of being an LGBTQ creator. Being too gay or too different or not gay enough, not sensational enough, being martyred to your community when you would love just a little less pressure today, knowing the pressure is the only way, being brave because anything else has never even been an option you were given, feeling like failure means letting down that kid who needs this story, feeling like it means letting down the kid in you who needed this story and now just needs to get it out. But I also know how inspiring all those feelings can be and how it can feel like singing along at brain numbing volume to White Flag with your windows down going 90 on a freeway at midnight in Los Angeles far away from your home and your family. 

To Stephanie Rice, thank you. With as much weight as I can put in those two words, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for so bravely sharing your story and your art with America. Your vulnerability and light brought a story to televisions across this country that people need. And despite that particular journey wrapping up last night, I have no doubts that you will go on to keep sharing your soul through your music. As a fellow woman, as a fellow storyteller, you reminded me why I’m doing what I’m doing and I am so grateful to have gotten to hear your truth. You have a friend and supporter in Los Angeles if ever you need one. I look forward to hearing everything else you have to tell the world. 

To anyone else reading this, my friends, young LGBTQ followers, fellow writers, coworkers, strangers consider this very long ramble a plea for you to continue to back and support LGBTQ artists and youth. Continue to lend them platforms and elevate their voices. Continue to diversify the stories you tell, paint televisions and movies and the radio with kids that look like them, that sound like them, that feel like them. And please, also consider this very long ramble, another in a pile of promises I’ve already made to you, that I will never stop doing everything I can to illuminate your hearts and your souls and your stories. If I have to scream them or deliver them from the ground with bloody knuckles, I will make them heard. I hope that together, we can continue to build a foundation for generations after us, through art where exposure has opened hearts and minds, where stories have saved lives, and art has changed the world. We fight, as we always have, for a better, louder, prouder, safer, and more inclusive future. 

BTS Reacts: Your Accident On Stage

Request: Hey! Can I request a bts reaction to their girlfriend in a girl group performing onstage but tripping on a wire and hurting her ankle? Your blog is so nice to read through!


Originally posted by jiminslov

Seokjin (Jin)

Seokjin wiped the palms of his clammy hands on his pressed dress pants. It was your first award show performance since debut and he knew you would be terribly nervous; he could practically feel your screaming nerves radiating from his designated seat in the audience. Seokjin could picture you backstage, head-mic slightly askew, your hands gently swinging by your side, nowhere to throw your nervous energy. A fond smile appeared at the corner of his plump lips.

Seokjin watched idly as the staff set up your group’s stage, half listening to the other member’s banter.

“She’ll do great,” Namjoon encouraged. Seokjin quickly looked over to Namjoon, a reassuring, dimpled smile letting him release the breath he was holding. Seokjin pressed his lips together and nodded slightly. The lights suddenly dimmed, and he hoped Namjoon couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest.

He watched as your group made their way across the stage and into their positions. Spotting you easily, pride blossomed in his chest and flourished up through his throat, the sudden urge to yell words of encouragement almost too difficult to push down.

You eyed the audience until your wide eyes found the striking blond of his hair, a small, barely noticeable smile at the edges of your lips, and you gave a short wave. It took everything in Seokjin not to return the small gesture.

Your performance started off without a hitch, hitting your notes while battling your nerves. You found the camera easily, showing off when it was your turn to shine. Seokjin sang along easily, letting out an embarrassed laugh when he turned slightly to see his head bobbing to the beat on one of the large screens from just a few seconds before.

All it took was a quick look away. A collective gasp from the audience had his head snapping to attention, eyes immidiately following your outline curled up on the stage floor, desperately holding onto your ankle. Your face contorted in pain and every atom in Seokjin’s body screamed for him to go to you, to carry you to a safe place and whisper words of comfort, to wipe away your tears.

He traced every move they made, multiple staff struggling to carry you off stage, your four other members crowding around you to help any way they could. Namjoon placed an arm around the back of Seokjin’s seat, a large hand coming to block his oncoming words from view.

“I know you want to go to her hyung, but you can’t. It’ll look way too suspicious.” He looked to him with apologetic eyes and squeezed his knee with a note of finality. A forced smile made it’s way to Seokjin’s features and nodded, not sure he trusted his voice enough to keep up appearances. He puffed out his cheeks and blew out air, if not for just something to do, to distract himself from thoughts about you. How much pain were you in? Did you wish he was there beside you to soothe away the disappointment that would inevitably come?

He ran a hand through his carefully styled locks and exhaled deeply. “I know,” he murmured, a careful expression set on his face as he watched the staff set up for the next set.

Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi ran a hand through his sweat-stained hair, exhaling deeply. The new choreography wasn’t making sense no matter how many times they repeated it and he could already feel the ache of his muscles. He would have to work overtime with Hoseok to get this choreo to stick. Yoongi rolled his shoulders back and gently tossed his head from side to side, stretching the strained muscles.

Hoseok passed him a water bottle and downed half, glancing at the clock on the practice room wall and idly wondering what you were up to. He smiled shyly at the image of you that popped into his mind, your hand tucking your hair behind your ears and smiling at the ground.

“Mm, just a second,” Yoongi held up a hand to Hoseok who was closing his own water bottle and made his way over to his bag where he was keeping his phone.  He chuckled softly at the blinking light of new messages waiting for him, knowing you had probably sent encouraging texts like you always did when he was working on a new track or learning new choreography.

Clicking the home button, Yoongi’s brow furrowed when he was greeted with multiple missed calls and texts, all from your group members and even one from his manager. His heartbeat sped up as if he was still practicing as he skimmed through the phone calls and texts. He clicked on the most recent one, a text from your group leader, Hyerin:

Hey, Yoongi. This is Hyerin. (Y/N) had an accident and tripped over a wire during concert practice. She fell through one of the floor lifts and hurt her ankle and leg really bad. She keeps saying she’s fine, that you don’t need to worry. But I thought you should know. Call our manager’s cell when you can to check on her. I attached the number just in case you don’t have it.

Yoongi stood rooted to the floor, his back facing Hoseok and the rest of the practice room. He felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Hoseok mumble something that sounded like “Are you okay”, though the words were too far away for them to be from the man standing right beside him. Yoongi read the text over and over until he had every line memorized. How had this happened? Usually you were so careful; they had to be exaggerating. You were fine, and the girls were just naturally overly worried. Yoongi’s thoughts ran wild, the adrenaline running through his veins.

“I have to go,” he muttered. Yoongi quickly grabbed his things and shoved them back into his bag. He spoke quickly, not wanting to waste more time here than he already had. “I’ll be back late, tell Bang PD I’m headed out.” And with Hoseok staring at him, eyes full of concern, Yoongi rushed out the door.


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Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok’s chest heaved, the adrenaline and sweat of performing still coursing through his veins. The crowds’ cheers still rang in his ears as he made his way into their changing room. He placed his in-ears on one of the makeup counters and took a seat on one of the couches in front of the monitor. Hoseok quickly pulled out his phone and pulled up his most recent texts, all from you sending love and words of encouragement just before their stage. This was the first time that you had been promoting at the same time but he wasn’t going to let it dishearten the tradition you two had set.

Hoseok quickly typed out cheers, most in the form of emoji’s, setting a bet of if either of them won, the winner would have to cook dinner for the other later on in the week. He hit send, pocketing his phone and gazed up at the screen, catching the tail-end of Bangtan’s performance.

Hoseok glanced over his shoulder, grinning when Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon came over to watch the performances, squeezing onto the couch, Jungkook coming to lay across Yoongi and Hoseok’s lap.

Easy conversation filled the room, from Taehyung and Seokin’s impromptu dance battle to Namjoon trying to decipher the deeper meaning of a song a girl group on the monitor was performing. Hoseok watched as three staff members ran past the open door, but dismissed it, thinking nothing of it.

Hyung, shouldn’t (Y/N)’s group have performed by now?” Jungkook questioned, looking up from his spot still sprawled across his lap. The question had been biting in Hoseok’s mind, but he wouldn’t voice it to the other members. His lips pulled a deep set frown, eyes searching the monitor. In the corner of the left screen was a list of all the performances. He quickly scanned the list, worry clawing it’s way through his being when his eyes landed on the words next to your group’s name: Cancelled.

“Come on, guys. It’s time for the awards,” one of their manager’s came in through the open door, clapping his hands to get their attention. Jungkook rolled off of Hoseok’s lap and onto the floor, his breath escaping him in a loud grunt. But Hoseok remained seated, brows furrowed, mind racing with thoughts of you and what was happening. He felt the burning prickle of eyes on him and looked up to where his manager was standing by the door. He jerked his head in the direction of the hall, and Hoseok immediately stood, following him out into the empty hallway.

“There was an accident,” his manager started. Hoseok could feel the color drain from his face. “Some wires weren’t properly taped down and (Y/N) tripped over them. She sprained her ankle and had to be taken to the hospital for proper care.”

“Why wasn’t I told earlier?” Hoseok’s voice was deathly quiet, a harsh contrast to the rage that was boiling inside of him.

His manager sighed. “Hobi, you know you couldn’t have gone with her. That’s way too obvious.” Hoseok knew the consequences if his relationship became public, but it all seemed so small when it came to something like this.

“I need you to go get ready for the awards. And when youre out there, I need you to hold it together.” His manager patted him on the back and made his way back into the room, ushering the boys to go through makeup touch-ups quickly.

Hoseok went through makeup and wardrobe in a daze. His thoughts were only filled with you. He knew you would blame yourself for the performance being cancelled. He knew the furrow in your brow and the slight purse of your lips in disappointment when they told you, you wouldn’t be able to dance for at least 2 weeks. He knew you would push yourself to get back on your feet and reschedule the comeback.

“It’s my job as a leader.”

He could picture your determined set features easily, imagine the ups and downs of your voice, having heard this statements so many times before. A small, sad smile settled on his lips at the thought of you pushing yourself so much. He sighed, releasing all of his negative thoughts with the rush of air. He would help you recover, even if it meant forcing you to stay in bed all day. A genuine smile filled his lips, the image of your group members making you food and arguing with you that it wasn’t acceptable rest to dance on one foot filling his mind. Hoseok relaxed his shoulders, willing the stress of today away.


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Namjoon (Rap Monster)

The bitter cold nipped at Namjoon’s bare hands and cheeks as he stood, arms crossed on the side lines, waiting for your solo stage. He licked his dry, cracking lips and checked his watch for the third time. As if on cue, the intro music filled his ears, the soft, delightful sound of your humming making tiny mountains of goosebumps raise against his skin.

A tender smile settled across Namjoon’s face. It was just the intro and he was already smiling like the love-stricken fool he was. He placed his hand in one of his thick coat pockets and idly traced the outline of the velvet box there. He felt the nerves creep up from his chest spreading like wildfire through his limbs.

Namjoon watched with adoration as you graced the stage with your prescense, mic in hand, waving lovingly at the crowd. You glided across the stage, the train of your long, deep scarlet gown trailing behind you, heavy winter coat desperately trying to keep you warm. You easily found Namjoon towards the back left side of the crowd and shot him a knowing smile. Your eyes quickly flitted to the rest of the crowd, and a cocky smirk pushed it’s way to his features. You may flirt with the crowd but he knew you were completely and utterly his.

Your first couple of stages went off without a hitch, having performed your newest single that was quickly gaining popularity. You hit all the notes you had expressed concern about to Namjoon and was even so worried as to seek help from Jungkook. You easily riled up the crowd, though it may have just been you performing, your presence filled the entire stage so naturally.

During a quick five minute backdrop change and water break, you were simply chatting with the audience, telling a story about your parents you had revealed to Namjoon when you were just getting to know each other. He knew you told the story when you were particularly nervous, the memories of you and your parents holding hands and walking around the cherry blossom festival soothing your excited nerves.

Namjoon’s eyes shifted from your form to one of the staff members setting a camera cord down towards the front of the stage, without taping it down or having any regard for where you might walk. His eyes strained to make out the line of the cord, it’s placement. A slight nervous sweat broke out across his forehead and he rolled his shoulders back to soothe his worries. The staff was smarter than that. They wouldn’t put you in danger, no matter how small it was, he thought.

Namjoon’s worries only began to grow as your next song started playing, a hyped up pop song he had helped you and your producer in creating. It was one of your favorites, as you usually would just lose yourself in the song and the crowd would always sing along with you.

As the bridge approached, your favorite part because of the high note you were to hit, you walked up to the stage to fully interact with the audience. It felt like Namjoon had been thrown in ice water, watching you walk just past the cord, your heel barely touching it.

It was almost as if time had slowed and sped up at the same time, your singing barely registering in his ears as you swiftly turned on your heel too fast and tried making your way quickly back to the center of the stage, only for your foot to be caught up in the cord. Namjoon watched in horror as you crashed to the stage floor, hands desperately trying to catch yourself. Your mic rolled off stage with an echoed thud as stunned silence filled the outdoor venue.

Two staff members came rushing out to help you stand as you tried laughing off the embarrassment. You winced as you tried standing on your own, taking a tentative step back only for your ankle to give out under your weight, sending you clattering back down to the stage floor.

You looked out towards the crowd, panic filling your vision, eyes finnaly landing on Namjoon. Anger exploded in his chest, bitter rage furrowing his brows as he made his way along the side lines, carefully covering his face from the crowd with the hood of his coat. Someone would be losing their job tonight, he thought bitterly, as he made his way backstage, flashing his backstage pass at the door. That’s for sure.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung’ chest heaved from the performance Bangtan had just finished as they made their way down the hall to the viewing room where they would view their performance and give their thoughts.

“V-ssi!”An unfamiliar voice rang through the long hallway. Taehyung turned around and stepped aside, letting all the boys pass as he waited for the man shouting his stage name.

As the man approached, he eyed the press badge hanging from his neck and sighed impatiently. “I’m sorry,” the deep timber of Taehyung’s voice echoed in the hall too loudly for his liking. “But I do not have time for a personal interview. If you would like one, please see my manager.” And without waiting for his response, Taehyung turned on his heel, and made for the room with the rest of his members. His eyes rested on Namjoon, who was already making his way to Taehyung, hands resting in his pockets.

“It wouldn’t be because of (Y/N)’s accident, would it, V-ssi?” the man called out no more than 10 steps away from Taehyung, but the words echoed noisily in his mind. Taehyung remembered the call he had gotten from your best friend that you had managed to fall off stage from a loose wire while performing with your group at the Gocheok Sky Dome during the last leg of your concert. The six foot fall had broken your ankle in 3 places, and had put your wrist in a sling. Taehyung knew you were clumsy but the carelessness of the staff had put him in an agitated mood, finding every available second to be with you at the hospital.

Taehyung snorted at the man’s words and turned abruptly, venom poised in his throat to kill, but a large hand landed on his shoulder, as Namjoon made his way past, easily carrying himself towards the man. Said press took one look at Namjoon and took an uneasy step back, his eyes darting between the two men.

Taehyung was unable to hear their hushed conversation over his thudding heartbeat, anger still coursing through his veins. He was sure whatever quiet but deadly threat Namjoon was uttering to the man would have him skittering away, tail tucked between his legs.

In the viewing room, Taehyung stood behind the couch, as off screen as he would be able to without looking too reluctant to participate. He just wasn’t in the mood to record, but would push it down for his fans.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin

A/N: (Y/G/N) = Your Group Name

Jimin bounced quietly on the balls of his feet, nerves on fire with anticipation. Normally he was comfortable performing on music shows, but this comeback was special. It was the first time he had a huge helping hand with the production and choreography of the song, and he wanted everything to be perfect. And it fell perfectly in time with your group comeback. Though your interactions were kept very limited, you still managed some time together, even if it was only five precious minutes.

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle lowly and bite his lip at how shy you had been with him earlier. Your group was coming back with a sexy concept, something you were far from used to, and the outfit was more suggestive than you would like. He smiled at how you squirmed under his gaze, biting your lip and nervously tucking your styled hair behind your ear. Jimin took off his leather jacket, and gently placed it around your bare shoulders, an adoring smile aimed at you when heat flushed up your neck and to your face, pulling the jacket around you closer, his heady cologne soothing your screaming nerves.

Taehyung and Jungguk came up behind, laughing at something that had been said just out of earshot and Jungguk placed a hand on Jimin’s waist, tugging him close. Jimin smiled at the action, and glanced back at the two boys, mischief filling their eyes. Jimin snorted and rolled his eyes, looking back to the stage where staff was setting up your group’s comeback stage.

“I heard (Y/N)’s group is doing a sexy concept,” Taehyung grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Jimin. Jungguk giggled and scrunched his nose at Taehyung.

“Shut up, Tae,” Jimin smiled, lightly punching him in the stomach. Taehyung doubled over in exaggerated pain, holding onto Jungguk’s forearm for support.

“(Y/G/N) on in 60 seconds,” a staff member called over the intercom and Jimin smiled as he heard screams and cheers from the audience. Pride flowed through his chest and he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his plump lips.

“Come on, lover boy. We should move before someone sees you,” Jungguk joked, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the small, dark hallway where the rest of the members were waiting.

Jimin pulled away, a shy smile spreading across his face. “It’s okay, I’ll just watch from here. I can’t be seen, I’m sure.”

Jungguk pursed his lips and shrugged, turning to meet with the rest of the members. Jimin turned around just in time to see your group take their places on the stools that was part of your routine. As the lights dimmed, the crowed erupted in cheers and whistles. He found you easily, hair almost as bright as his, long and flowing to your mid back, well past the crop top that showed your toned stomach from long nights in the practice room, a shy smile gracing your brightly colored lips.

Jimin found himself entranced, only able to follow your form along the stage, surprised when he realized your song was almost over. “Jimin-ah, come on. Bangtan’s up next,” a stylist called. Jimin sighed and took one last look at your form on stage, confindently striding towards a stool.

Jimin turned to walk away, but the sound of the crowd’s gasps caught his attention. His attention snapped to the stage, immediately finding your form on the ground behind the stool your were heading towards just only seconds before. His brow knitted in confusion, wondering how you had tripped when his eyes caught sight of the loose cord laying across the stage, near where your stool had been.

It took every careful ounce of self control Jimin had learned over the years to not rush out to you onstage and take you into his safe arms. His fists tightened at the sight of you holding your ankle, the immediate swelling noticeable even from where Jimin was.

“Come on.” Jimin felt Namjoon’s firm grip on his arm, gently pulling him away, the last thing Jimin was able to see was your members carrying you off stage in the opposite direction he was. Jimin turned to Namjoon, his pleading eyes searching Namjoon’s careful one. “I know everything in you is screaming to go to her, Jimin-ah. But it would be too suspicious if you’re not on stage with us.”

Jimin looked down at the ground, searching for the restraint he would need to not just abandon the performance and go to you. He knew this performance would be a big one for the group, and exhaled, the only comfort in knowing that you were in good hands with your members and staff.


Originally posted by sugutie

Jungguk (Jungkook)

Jungguk bounced excitedly, barely able to keep still with the nervous energy in the air. He adjusted his black face mask and pulled his gray hoodie over his head as people started cramming their way to the front of the stage. Jungguk was never one for crowds, especially in such a small club as this, but you had begged him to one of your performances. And with a small break in his schedule, he was finally able to oblige.

The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the show and a giddy smiled brightened his face. The announcer moved from behind the curtains, and settled himself in the middle of the stage. He began riling up the crowd, announcing who was performing with flourish, and what the top prizes would be. The crowd roared and whistled when your name was called and Jungguk’s eyes widened in surprised at how much you were loved. Sure, you had told him how much you loved performing and couldn’t count how many times you had done it now, but he wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction.

Jungguk bit his lip and smiled in anticipation at seeing you on stage, basking in the roar of the audience. He understood the feeling well. It was almost like a drug how addicting it was, to have people screaming your name, to take pride in your work and be returned with such unadulterated love.

Other contestants performed, some doing well, others being outright booed off stage, their nerves getting the best of them. As the next to last person ran off stage, a teenage boy who attempted a rap by Agust D and had been screamed at to get off stage, the announcer happily called out your name into the mic, the crowd once again gaining volume, whistles and cheers erupting from all over.

You peeked your head out from behind the curtain, the crowd screaming louder, if possible, and you smiled and winked towards the audience. You easily walked over to the mic, adjusting the stand to your height, and looked up to the dj, sporting an “ok” hand sign.

The melody began, your usual hip hop base traded for a slower guitar tune that Jungguk recognized as Taeyeon’s “Fine” that had recently been released. His eyebrows raised in surprise; the only time he heard you sing was in the shower as he would always hum along. Jungguk smiled easily as you confidently sang the verse and build, eyeing the crowd for their reaction.

Jungguk beamed with pride as you belted out the chorus with practiced precision, the crowd cheering and clapping in response to your beautiful voice. Jungguk pulled his facemask to rest just under his chin and joined the crowed in cheering, whistling as loud as he could. You locked eyes with him, and smiled warmly, winking at him.

Coming to the end of the chorus, the performance was cut short by an opened water bottle that was flung up towards the stage, water flying all over the stage, narrowly missing your face. Your immediate reaction was to flinch away from the unexdpected intrusion of your personal space, causing you to stumble backwards, foot becoming caught up in the cord of the mic and slipping in a small puddle of water, sending you tumbling down to the stage, ankle landing in an almost unnatural way.

Rage boiled within Jungguk’s chest, heady and hot, threatening to shatter the thin façade he was maintaining. Namjoon had warned him before he left to stay low, to not make himself known. But one look at you on stage as you winced at the pain shooting up from your ankle to your knee, causing unexpected to tears to spring from your eyes had him roughly pulling up his mask and hood, pushing through the crowd to make his way backstage.

You tenderly grabbed at your now swelling ankle, and looked out towards the direction the water bottle came from. Jungguk followed your gaze to the teenage boy who had been booed off stage just before you, being carried off by two bouncers.

Jungguk swore under his breath, taking off after them. barely catching up with the bouncers before they threw the boy out the door. He pulled on the boys hood roughly, stealing him from the grasps of the bouncers. The teengager quickly spun around, caught off guard by the unexpected force, and Jungguk hastily landed one good punch in the side of his cheek before the bouncers flung him out the now open door.

The two bouncers eyed Jungguk, recognition filling them, as his hood had fallen down and mask halfway down his chin. They glanced at each other, unspoken words passing between them. Jungguk’s chest heaved fro exertion, hair askew.

“Don’t let it happen again, Jungguk-ssi,” one of the bouncer’s deep voice sounded too loud in the small hallway. Jungguk replaced his hood over his head and fixed his mask, bowing slightly to the bouncers, a barely heard “Thanks,” leaving his lips before he turned on his heel, and down towards the backstage door where he was sure you would be.

Peter Pan Imagine/”Let me Reassure you.”

You feel insecure and start to doubt your relation with Peter ever since Wendy shows up, but Peter reassures you you’re his.

Warnings:Smut, cursing,self conscious,

 Everything was perfect, you had Peter, Peter had you, then one day, everything changed, all because of Wendy Darling.

When it was just you and Peter it was perfect, he was perfect, sure he could be an ass sometimes, but he was your ass, and you loved him for it.

“Y/n!” he would yell 

“Yes Peter!” you would yell back , chatting it up with the mermaids

“I need you love.” he would yell

“Coming! Sorry girls, the king is waiting” you would wink at them as they all ohhhh at you because that’s just what girls do.

Finally you get in Peter’s view and he instantly smiles, looking at you up and down, ready to devour you in seconds.

You smile and nod at all the lost boys, they were like your little brothers, and they all looked up to you and Peter.

“You look lovely today.” he says as he kisses you on your neck, uh oh.

When Peter kissed you on the neck, that means he wanted you, like wanted you.

“Peter..” you would moan a little , not wanting to make it obvious in front of the boys.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it love.” he says as he stares into your eyes.

It was simply hard to say no to Peter, he would look deep into your eyes and it was like as if he cast a spell on you

“To my cabin, now.” he said in the most stern but sexy voice you have ever heard in your life

“Yes my king.” you smirked as you walked away, not looking back but swaying your hips in a way that would make Peter look, you could almost feel him burning holes in you.

“Felix, look after the boys, me and Y/n have some things to discuss.” he smirked at him

Felix nods, “Aye captain, whatever you say.”

Peter nods as well and starts to walk away

“You dirty dog.” Felix whispers, knowing exactly well what was about to happen

Peter smiles but doesn’t look back he just walks to his cabin , as you wait for him.

He opens the door and there you were, on his bed, which you both shared now ever since you two both became a thing.

“Are you going to keep staring or?” you said to him, almost teasing

He gets on top of you and starts to kiss you , roughly grabbing every inch of you, Peter never liked to make love, he liked to fuck.

It would be like this almost every night, and you easily fell in love with him.

It wasn’t hard at all, the way he touched you, felt like how the wind touches the tree’s , so soft but roughly. The way he kissed you, your lips would melt, like how chocolate melts on a hot day, and how he holds you, just like how the clouds comfort each other in the night sky, that, is why it was so easy to fall in love with him.

One day you woke up, like any other day, got ready for the day , and walk outside.

You were a little confused, the boys were all in a circle, looking down, including Peter.

“What the hell?” you whispered as you walked towards the boys.

Peter turns to look at you, with his finger on his lips, signaling you to be quite, you did so, pushing the boys aside, it was a girl , a pretty girl at that. Oh no, you say in your head, you already knew where this was going.

“Who is she?” you ask Peter.

“We don’t know, it’s been about 10 minutes since we found her.”

“Well send her back to wherever she came from.” you say with a little attitude

“It’s not that easy love.” he shakes his head as his eyebrows nit together in confusion

“Well why is it so hard?” you asked

“Because she landed on my island, she’s lst, I just can’t abandon her.” he looks at you , and you start to worry. You nod your head.

You go and talk to your mermaid friends because you needed to be reassured that you were over thinking, well this was the most baddest idea ever.

“Oh hell no.” a mermaid said

“Nah girl she gonna ruin everything!” another said

“She gonna try to take your man!” the other said

You put your hands in your face and sigh

“Ugh, I knew it.” you say, dreading every second of the day left.

You go back to the campsite and see that she has woken up, you roll your eyes as the boys are practically hovered over here, typical, but then you stop in your tracks to see that Peter is there as well, laughing and smiling with the rest.

“Oh hell no.” you say as you walk up to Peter 

“Hi Peter.” you say as your rub his chest and kissed his cheek, looking at the girl, marking what’s yours.

“Hi Y/n, uh this is Wendy , Wendy Darling, Wendy, this is Y/n.” he said as he looks a little nervous

“Nice to meet you!” Wendy said, she had a high pitched voice, perfect teeth, perfect hair, and her body, don’t get me started.

“Nice to meet you as well!” you say with the most fakest smile, holding in all the anger.

“Well, let’s have breakfast shall we?” Peter said

Everyone cheered and agreed.

You all eggs in a biscuit, Peter’s favorite.

Knowing that Wendy would try to sit next to Peter you tried to sit next to him but Wendy was too damn quick. She sat next to him, all close and what not, Peter seemed a little annoyed but he didn’t seem to mind

“So tell me , how did you get such strong arms.” she asked

You rolled your eyes, Felix walked next to you, watching what was about to go down.

“Well , uhm I do a lot of arm work outs I guess.” he said , really wanting to eat his food

“Well I bet they’re good for other things.” she winked

Peter spits out his drink almost chocking on it

“Oh my are you okay?” as she bats her eyelashes

“I gotta go, excuse me.” he said avoiding eye contact

“Can we talk? Now!” he asked

“Y-yeah sure.” you say as you walk with him

As you and him walk deeper into the woods you start to become sad

“She’s gonna take you away from me, isn’t she?” you asked as you turned to him

He shakes his head, “I promise you, she won’t, I’m yours, do you understand that love?” his british accent getting stronger

“Yes Peter.” you say, not fully trusting what he has to say.

He grabs your head gently with his muscular hands, and puts your forehead to his, “Please, don’t do this, not right now.” 

You knew Peter was stressed , he’d been stressed, with everything, the lost boys, the island, the food, the supplies, a lot goes into Neverland, and you could see his frustration coming out, not wanting to make him anymore stressed, you nod. 

“That’s my lost girl.” he says as he kisses your forehead

You go to bed that night in tears, as Peter holds you, you just knew that it wouldn’t be the same, and you were right.

Wendy would constantly flirt with Peter, and it would annoy you to the point were you wouldn’t even go outside because you hated seeing it.

Peter would beg you time after time after time to come out but you refused, unless it was for a special occasion, you would go out when everyone would be asleep.

Well today was a special occasion, one of the lost boys had a birthday, Rufio, and you wanted to be there for him.

You decide to go out and bake a cake and yummy treats for everyone, it was good being outside, you got to say hi and talk to all of the lost boys, they all huddled in the kitchen, even Rufio came I and sat on a chair to talk to you.

“I miss you Y/n, we all do.” he admits 

“I know, I miss you all too.” you say as you mix something in a bowl

“Why don’t you come out anymore?” He asked

“Oh.. it’s just…” you try to ignore the question

“He doesn’t like her, you know that?” he looks at you, seriously

“But yet she’s still here.” you fold your arms, showing your emotions

“She’s a bitch dude, we all hate her, all of us, she can never take your place, I assure you that.” he said as he gets up

“Everyone is saying that, they reassure me, but I can’t help it.  you put your head down

“I’m one of Peter’s best friends, trust me, you have nothing to worry about.” he said as he lifts up your chin with his finger

“Now, hurry up and make my cake.” he says as he laughs

“You got it!” you smile and continue to bake and cook

********

After what felt like days were only a couple hours you asked all of the lost boys to come help you carrying out the food, they gladly accepted wanting to get away from Wendy.

They all placed the food on the table, licking their lips, eyes gazing, it all looked so delicious.

“Okay I would like to say something!” Peter raised up his cup, filled with whatever rum was being served that night

“Rufio is my best friend, my best mate, my brother from another mother, so we have to celebrate like we have never celebrated before! I love you buddy!”  he yells with his cup in the air, everybody yells too and starts to eat and drink the night away.

You all dance and drank the night away, Peter had his arms wrapped around you most of the time, not really caring what Wendy did, or thought, he was yours, and he was going to keep that promise.

Not much later around 1 or 2 in the morning the boys started to tell scary stories, very bad scary stories, they weren’t scary at all, matter of fact, they were pretty hilarious.

You started to drowse off and fall asleep on Peter, that was fine until Peter had to take a piss, he slowly took you off of him and lay you near the campsite, he would bring you back to bed when he was done.

He started to walk into the woods, well guess who followed, yup, Wendy.

After he takes a piss he hears a giggle, being a little drunk he ignores it, and puts away his stuff.

As he starts to walk he was pushed on a tree, by, you guessed it, Wendy.

“What the fuck.” he says as his vision becomes more clear and see’s Wendy

“Hi Peter.” she says sexually

“You are to call me Pan, only Y/n is allowed to call me Peter.” he said in a stern voice

“I don’t give a fuck.” she says as she kissed him

He quickly pushes her off of him, “What the bloody hell? You know Y/n is my girlfriend!” he says as he starts to walk away

“Is she even good in bed?” she asked

He shakes his head in disbelief, and walks away

“You know I can treat you way better, so much better, I have the body, the looks, the personality.” she walks with him

“How did you even get on my island? Are you even lost? Lost boys and lost girls come to my island because they’re lost, or they feel lonely, not because of whatever the fuck you’re trying to do, you’re leaving first thing in the morning!” he yells

“Please please please! I beg you Peter! I love you, I beg you , leave her and be mine.!” she yells

Peter looks at her one last time, and shakes his head, “You’re fucked in the head laddie, you need help.” he turns around and leaves and head towards the campsite

  Getting to the campsite he see’s you and smiles in relief, but you’re awake, and you’re pissed

“Where were you?” you asked

“He was with me.” Wendy poked out of the woods

Peter’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “What?” 

“Don’t deny it Peter, it’s not good to lie.” she smiles

You looked at Peter, with tears in your eyes

“Y/n listen-”

“Save it! You clearly want her, so have her.” you said 

“It’s not like that!” He yelled at you, he was pissed, pissed at the fact that Wendy tried to tell such a disgusting lie, and pissed that you actually believed her.

“Whatever!” you yell and run to your cabin, well yours and Peter’s.

“I want you out of my island now.” he turns to Wendy

“Oh stop it, you know you like me.” as she puts her hand on his face but Peter grabs it roughly

“Ouch!” she screams

“Don’t you touch me, don’t you EVER, touch me. Shadow, take her way.”

The shadow comes and takes her

You could hear her scream in horror, begging  Peter to let her stay, you just cry, knowing that she is gone , was like a weight lifted off your shoulders, but still, you were mad at Peter.

********

Minutes later Peter comes in the cabin, you’re there on the floor with your knees to your chest, not wanting to look up.

“Love?” he asked

You didn’t respond

“Baby girl.” he sat down and rubbed your arm

You flinched back not aware that he was that close

“Hey hey hey, it’s me, it’s just me.” he says

“What do you want?” you asked

“I want to go back, pretend that this was all a dream, I want to apologize for even letting her stay this long, it was my responsibility, and i take full blame for it.”

“I need to ask you something.” you say

“Anything.” he said as he looks in your eyes, but you quickly looks down

“Did -did you ever, at any point, get feelings for her? Or thought she was pretty, or anything like that?” you said 

He lifts up your chin with his finger “Not even once love, I told you, you’re mine, and I’m yours.” he smiled

“I just felt so ugly, so worthless “ you begin to cry

“Well you’re not, you’re so damn beautiful and you don’t even know it.”

“I’m not sure..” you still shed tears

“Let me reassure you.” he says

He grabs you and puts you on top of his so that your legs are straddled around his waist, he starts to kiss you and your lips simply melt into each other, then kisses your neck and starts to softly rub your body, unlike the other times.For tonight,  it was different.

He picked you up and put you on top of the bed, and gets on top of you, he lays on his elbows so that he isn’t laying on you and starts to kiss you ever so softly, he then makes you moan allowing his tongue to sneak his way unto your mouth, your tongues are now dancing with each other , like lightning dances with the clouds, so beautiful yet terrifying all at once.

He takes off his shirt and he takes off yours, exposing your bra, but that’s quickly off as well.He softly rubs your breast quickly turning you on more and more.

He then takes off your pants, and starts to kiss your other lips, and you start to moan more and more.

Peter loved when he heard you moan, it was like music to his ears, and when you started to get a little twitchy, and your legs would start to shake, he would rub your legs, reassuring you that you were okay, and he wasn’t going to hurt you.

It always worked

He then softly goes into you and you were pretty sure all of Neverland could of heard you. Peter didn’t mind, he never did.

As he thrust into you his pumps never got rough, they got faster, but never rough, this wasn’t like Peter, for like I said, he liked to fuck, but he wanted to reassure you, that you were special, and you weren’t just a good lay, you were his girlfriend, and he felt you needed to know that.

“I love you Y/n, do you understand?”

You just nod, not being able to say a word, he always left you breathless at these times, he kissed your forehead and then whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

You start to cry , because you realized what he was doing, he was making love to you, he wasn’t just fucking you, he was showing his emotions, and that made your heart be filled with joy.

You start to scratch his back with your finger nails, leaving red marks , and as you do that he leaves red blotches on your neck, and all over your body, it was , he was clearly marking what was his, as he always did.

“You’re so beautiful.” he would tell you

He then went full on and his thrust became sloppy, signaling he was close, and you were too.

“Oh fuck.” he said as he was about to

“Peter!” 

Fuck Y/n”

“Right there, right there

You both screamed at the same time, he rided you out until your high came down, he then kissed your lips, and your kissed him back.

“I love you my lost girl” he said “I reassure that.” he winks at you

“You just smile and giggle “I love you too Peter.” you kiss him back

Prompts!
  1. “You’re really soft.”
  2. "You smell nice.”
  3. “You’re cute when you’re worried”
  4. “I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”
  5. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
  6. "I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
  7. "Is it possible to love too much?”
  8. “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
  9. "I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”
  10. “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
  11. "I will always be there protect you.”
  12. "I’m cold. Come closer.”
  13. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
  14. "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  15. "I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”
  16. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  17. “You’re really hot, shame about the personality”
  18. "All I want is you.”
  19. “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
  20. “You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”
  21. "I could never leave you, I love you too much!”
  22. "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”
  23. "I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”
  24. “You look really cute in that sweater.”
  25. "You look incredible in that.”
  26. “Is that my shirt?”
  27. “You’re so clingy, i love it.”
  28. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
  29. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
  30. "He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”
  31. “Are you sugar personified or something?”
  32. “I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
  33. "Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”
  34. "Do you believe in love at first sight?”
  35. "I think I’m in love.”
  36. "I’d like it if you stayed.”
  37. “You made these cupcakes for me?”
  38. “Have you lost your mind?”
  39. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
  40. “You’re my best friend’s sister, we can’t do this..”
  41. "People are jerks, but not you.”
  42. “All these new feelings are scaring me.”
  43. "I’ll share the blankets with you.”
  44. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
  45. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”
  46. “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
  47. "I want this to never end…”
  48. “I’m a big girl, i can handle it myself.”
  49. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
  50. “Can I kiss you?”
  51. “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”
  52. “So, are you guys dating or?”
  53. “There’s no way in hell i could fall in love with someone like you”
  54. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”
  55. “Could you hold my hand?”
  56. “Have you seen my jacket?”
  57. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
  58. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  59. “You can put your cold feet on me.”
  60. “You make me so happy.”
  61. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
  62. “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”
  63. “A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you.”
  64. “Did they hurt you?”
  65. “You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?
  66. “Your lips are really warm.”
  67. “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”
  68. “That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
  69. “I really love holding you, darling.”
  70. “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
  71. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
  72. “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
  73. “We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches.”
  74. “IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”
  75. “I want you to fight for me!”
  76. “Please don’t go.”
  77. “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
  78. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
  79. “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

I decided to make a prompt list cause I’ve always been anxious about getting a prompt I don’t know what to do with so I chose to grab them from other lists that I was comfortable with (originals: x  x  x )

~ Clara

Fish out of Water pt1

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor

Warnings: Mild violence implied, minor injury, near drowning

Words: 2k

Anonymous said: “Hi Um I was wonder if you could maybe write a short or something for Yoongi with a MermaidAu theme???”

Thank you for the request! I have no idea if this is what you wanted, but I had a lot of fun writing it, and I think I’m going to continue it! <3    


Humans were so strange.

It wasn’t new-news to you, it was just something you would never quite get used to. They were fascinating to watch—they didn’t have fins, couldn’t breathe under water, and yet they liked to just… Splash around.

Small humans ran up and down the beach during the day, with tired-looking older ones chasing after them. Some laid in the sand until they were sunburned, swearing and waddling away only to return a week later. Others attempted to ride the waves, slipping and falling off of their boards more often than not.

They were not sea creatures nor dwellers, yet they had such a fascination with it.

You liked to watch them from under the pier—from this distance, no one could tell if you had a tail or not—okay, maybe if they really looked they could, but you knew enough about humans to know that they didn’t believe you existed, so you were fairly sure you were safe. At night, the restaurant that was above you would light up, and even the blasting music couldn’t drown out the yelling from within. You loved listening to them—only last week you heard someone propose, and the delighted response when she said yes.

They sounded happy, and oh how you wanted to find out what it was like up there with them. You had been warned about humans—they were cruel, heartless, and would dissect you if they ever found you, according to your father. But what did he know? He had never met one.

Something was different about tonight on the pier. The lights were off, there was no music, and for quite some time, you didn’t hear any voices. You still had some hope of hearing some human interaction, anything would be nice. A storm was approaching fast, and the waves had gotten stronger than usual—not that it was an issue for you.

After quite some time, when you were about to give up and swim home, you heard footsteps near the end of the pier.

“Look, I told you, I don’t have your money.” You heard one voice say. “You should go ask the person who borrowed it, not me.”

“Yeah, well he said to talk to you. So pay up.” This voice sounded much angrier, and you listened as the voices got closer and closer to the railing. There were at least four sets of feet, and you bit your lip. You didn’t know what the human did to have three other people mad at him, but it didn’t sound good.

“Go to hell.” The first man growled.

There was a scuffle, then a yell, then “Toss him over the edge. He’s not going to do us any good anyway. Just as well that he doesn’t go to the police.” A moment later, there was a splash, and you stared at where the man had disappeared into the water. You waited for him to reemerge, but when he did no such thing after a few seconds, you dove after him.

You knew you shouldn’t mess with human affairs—it was dangerous. But you couldn’t very well let him drown.

You found him easily—your eyes worked quite well in the dark, unlike human eyes—and you were about to pull him safety when you really looked at him. He looked like he was sleeping, his eyes closed and a trickle of air leaving his lips. He had a gash on his forehead, and you guessed he must have been hit before being thrown into the water. You had never been this close to a human, and you reached out and brushed the side of his face—you had just touched a human! Just wait until everyone back at home heard about this. He had a name tag on his shirt that said “Min Yoongi: Manager.”

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Got7 Scenario: Their girlfriend gets in a fight with his jealous ex and wins.

This is for @aegyoulzzangbtsexo, thanks for being so patient and sweet. I don’t know what I did to deserve a follower like you. 

I made this request more into a scenario instead of a reaction (actually I just wrote a lot by accident, oops!), plus I don’t really have a lot of scenarios. I also don’t condone violence so this scenario will be more of a verbal fight, I hope that’s okay and that you like it! 

P.S. Y/N means “You’re Name.”

Disclaimer: Gifs belong to their respective owners, they are not mine. This post also contains profanity so proceed with caution if you strongly dislike profanity.


Bambam:

The two of you decided to go watch a movie but Bambam wanted popcorn so you stayed inside the theatre while he went to get some. After you sat down you began to feel like someone was staring at you and when you looked in the direction of the gaze you saw her, Bambam’s ex girlfriend. She was glaring daggers and stomping towards you, to then stand towering over you.

You relaxed in your chair and raised an eyebrow completely calm, “Can I help you?”

She scoffed and looked around as if indignant by your response before yelling “I’m Bambam’s girlfriend you whore!”

You remained unfazed, “You mean you’re that girl Bambam broke up with a year ago?” 

Now she looked weaker and she lowered her voice to a normal level, “W-we didn’t break up, we’re just giving each other some time and space. We only had a fight and we’re going to get back together soon.”

You scoffed and raised both of your brows in amusement “Really? Is that why you keep stalking him everywhere he goes? Does he even talk to you anymore?”

She blushed a beet red and ran out of the theatre. That’s when you noticed Bambam had been leaning against a wall the whole time eating his popcorn, “That was better than the movie.”

Jackson:

It was your birthday and Jackson promised that he’d take you on a shopping spree and buy you whatever you wanted. You held hands as you walked into the mall, “Jackson, you don’t have to do this.”

He smiled as he lightly squeezed your hand “C’mon I just want to buy my Jaji everything she wants for her birthday.”

You pouted up at him, “But it’s a lot of money…”

He chuckled, “I earned it so I get to waste it on whoever I want,” he tapped your nose and smiled, “And I want to waste it on you.” 

You could hear a woman’s laugh from in front of you so you both looked up. It was Jackson’s ex. She crossed her arms as she smiled wickedly, “So he’s going to waste his money on you? Hah! He’s wasted thousands of won on me, so what if he buys you all the shit you want that ain’t nothing special.”

You remained calm, “Yeah you’re right it isn’t anything special.” Jackson turns towards you shocked and you look up at him with a gentle smile, “But there is one thing that IS special. He gave me his heart for free before I knew it was safe to give him mine.”

Jackson smiles lovingly down at you before rubbing his thumb against your cheek. He then looks at his ex with a serious expression, “Keep the wons. Y/n let’s go eat something sweet, this chick is too salty.”

Jaebum:

Jaebum had had a long day at practice and was really tired but you weren’t any different, it had been a long rough day at work. You were the first to get home so you texted him:

You: I’m so tiiiiiiiired

Jaebum: Me tooooooo

You: I don’t want to cook…

Jaebum: Takeout?

You: TAKEOUT!

Jaebum: Be home in a few, love you.

You: Love you too MUAH!

You ordered from your favorite takeout restaurant and Jaebum got home only a few minutes before your food arrived. You were prepping the table and excited to finally eat but you heard something hit your window. You opened it to find a note tied around a rock, it was a threat from Jaebum’s crazy ex. You looked out into the darkness and could make out a shadow behind a car.

You yelled “You bitch! He doesn’t love you! Keep fucking with us and we’ll get the cops on your ass!” There was suddenly a lot of noise coming from the direction of the shadow that had disappeared. Running feet, knocked over trash cans, and barking dogs. You slammed the window and turned around to see Jaebum licking some sauce off of his face just looking at you.

“So uh what’s wrong?” he finally said. You slumped down next to him and passed him the note, now feeling too emotionally drained to even eat. He read the note before sighing “Forget about her Jaji.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “I want her to forget about you… should we call the cops”

He wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your hair, “I think my little tiger scared her away.”

Jinyoung:

You had lost count of how many times you and Jinyoung have run into his ex girlfriend in his favorite anything. His favorite cafe, his favorite department store, his favorite grocery store, his favorite gym, and even his favorite park. You were both nice to her at first but now it was getting awkward and annoying so you just avoided her. Both of you were in the car contemplating whether or not you should go into the cafe.

“Jinyoung, this has to stop” you said as you could see her looking around in the cafe through the car’s windshield.

He sighed, “What am I supposed to do? We said that we’d just be friends after the breakup…”

“Clearly she’s not your friend, she’s your stalker,” you got out of the car and he followed before taking your hand in his. 

You walked inside and she quickly ran to you, “What a coincidence!”

You stared he down with a menacing expression, “It’s not a coincidence because you stalk Jinyoung and go to all of the places you know he’ll be, so just leave us alone while I’m telling you nicely.”

She looked at you with wide eyes full of terror before looking at Jinyoung for help. He shaked his head “I’m sorry but I can’t keep doing this anymore. My heart belongs to Y/N so please just keep a distance from us.”

Mark:

There was a very fancy restaurant that you were dying to eat at. Since there were hundreds of amazing reviews online of the restaurant Mark agreed that the it was worth going to. He made the reservations but they had to be made one month in advance to the actual date, so you waited and finally the day came. After around forty five minutes of waiting you were taken to your table which you gladly sat at. You were wearing a beautiful salmon colored dress that Mark had helped you pick out to match with his jacket, and your hair was in an up-do. 

Out of the corner in your eye you saw the shadow of a person walk past your table before you’re splashed with a cold liquid. Mark’s ex girlfriend smirks down at you holding an empty wine glass, “Let’s see if he’ll want to keep being your boyfriend looking like that.”

You glance at the people around you who look at the three of you in shock. You sigh as you keep calm, “To everyone here I look like an innocent girl who was physically abused by her boyfriend’s psychotic ex girlfriend, who can’t comprehend that he broke up with her three years ago and that he’s moved on.”

Her eyes widen as she looks at all of the people around her before blushing a deep red. She storms out of the restaurant with the tail of her dress trailing behind her.

Mark looks at you with a worried expression, “Jaji…”

“Don’t worry,” you take your napkin and dry your face before smiling, “We came here to eat and eat we shall.”

“Okay…”

Youngjae:

You had told Youngjae on numerous occasions that you loved his voice and wished you could sing like him. He always laughed and sang even more so that he could see your beautiful smile. Everything changed when he accidentally caught you singing in the living room. He had just come back from practice and you had the music turned up so high that you didn’t hear him come in but he could clearly hear your beautiful voice. From that day forth he promised that he’d record your voice and put it online because he knew you’d become internet famous in no time. Presently, the two of you were at an electronics store getting the proper equipment for you to be able to sing at home.

“Should we really be buying all of this? I mean, is it all necessary?” You looked at the coiled wires and funny looking boxes in the cart that you didn’t even know what they did.

He chuckled, “Yes Y/N, all of these are important so that your beautiful voice can be heard at the best quality.”

“I bet she sounds like a cat giving birth,” you looked in the direction of the voice and see it’s Youngjae’s ex girlfriend, “How can you even stand talking to her? Her voice is so annoying!” 

You rolled your eyes, “Oh he can stand my voice just fine but I can’t stand your little whiny bitch voice, that might be one of the reasons why he left a bitch like you.”

She scoffed and shoved some boxes off of a nearby shelf before running away.

Youngjae helped you pick up the boxes, “Don’t listen to her Jaji you have one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard. I’m your number one fan.”

Yugyeom:

It was Yugyeom’s first weekend off in a long time and you were determined to have as much fun as you could. That morning you had made him a hearty breakfast with twice as many side dishes than you usually made. After that you went shopping for matching outfits which you quickly changed into once you got home. Then you went to a karaoke and danced as much as you could until you’re legs were too tired and you needed a break.

You sat down next to each other on the couch a sweating mess but giggling like idiots.

Yugyeom smiled widely, “Want to order something to drink?”

You nodded, “Yeah! A giant soda with extra ice.”

He laughed, “A giant soda?! What, a large isn’t enough for you?!”

“I need that ice Yugy!” You both giggled and he ordered your drinks. A man came in a few minutes delivering them but he had left your room’s door slightly open. Yugyeom had an arm wrapped around your waist and was drinking his soda with his free hand, as you leaned your head on his shoulder happily drinking your own soda.

“So you fuck him in the karaoke room, you sure are a slut,” you looked up to see Yugyeom’s ex girlfriend leaning against the doorframe misinterpreting your sweaty bodies.

“What we do in our spare time doesn’t matter to you because he already kicked you out of his life like I’m kicking you out of this room” you held up the karaoke remote that had a security button on it, so that she could see that you weren’t kidding.

She quickly ran out of the room slamming the door behind her. Yugyeom scoffed, “Who even let that crazy bitch in the building in the first place?”


Whooo! That was a lot to write but I’m back in the Kpop spirits! I missed writing about these dumdums. I hope you guys enjoyed this really long scenario! it’s always an interesting challenge to write reactions and scenarios but make up a separate scenario for each member. Here’s my Masterpost if any of you want to check it out where I have tons more of Got7 related content. See you guys around in Tumblr Land!

BTS Reaction to You Walking In On Another Member Naked

Namjoon: He would quickly jump in front of you and try to shield your eyes. “Maybe we should go to the living room.”

Originally posted by jinkooks

Taehyung: Taehyung would be oblivious to the fact that Jimin was naked because he was to busy playing with his new game. As you walked in you immediately saw Jimin and you looked away turning bright red,”Taehyung! You could have warned me!”

Originally posted by pokpokchikchik

Hoseok: Once he heard your voice from the hallway he would divert you to the other directions confusing you.

Originally posted by btsleepy

Jin: He would just awkward stand in front of you asking you the most random question,”Would peanut butter tast good with strawberries and whip cream?”

Originally posted by hugtae

Jungkook: He would be the same as Hoseok trying to get you away from Namjoon who was walking around the dorm naked because he lost a beat. “Didn’t you say you wanted to go to the park?”he’d ask leading you to the door.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Yoongi: Yoongi would literally throw one of his pillow at you to distract you as he walked both of you out of the room. “You really don’t want to see that trust me.”

Originally posted by sugagifs

Jimin: Jimin would move you away by dancing with you and telling you that Jin is naked in the other room as you looked away weirdly thinking to yourself,”Is this really a daily thing or?” 

Originally posted by sotaehyung

Sunshine // Lee Taeyong

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the prompt: song based scenario Taeyong with “Monsta X-Blind”? If you don’t do korean song, make it “earned it-the weeknd”

words: 1156

category: song rec + blurb

author note: bubbly!reader and infatuated!taeyong bc i can’t seem to write any other kind of taeyong tbh. (also I think by now you guys know that when given a song request I run with it so I’m sorry if it has nothing to do with the actual song.)

- destinee

Originally posted by taeyongsolo

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Jonathan Byers imagine:  You’re trapped  in The Upside Down with Will (part 1)

“Jonathan!! Please help us!!” Jonathan gasped and sat up straight in his bed. With wide eyes he looked around his room. That voice, it sounded exactly like his girlfriend (y/n)’s voice. He slowly got to his feet and looked around again.

“…(y/n)?” Jonathan’s voice was close to a whisper. He could have sworn that he heard your voice but very quickly became concerned when he realized how scared and desperate you sounded.

“Jonathan!!” Your voice resonated through his room with much more clarity this time and Jonathan’s chest tightened as his heart rate sped up and tears welled in his eyes.

“(y/n)!! Tell me where you  are!” Jonathan yelled, the feeling of helplessness taking over him. He didn’t care if his mom heard or if his yelling sounded frightening. He only wanted to find you. As expected, Joyce barged in looking just as frightened as her oldest son.

“Honey, honey what’s going on? What’s wrong?!” she asked almost hysterically.
Jonathan whirled around and grabbed his mother’s shoulders.

“I heard (y/n).” he said, swallowing hard. Joyce’s eyes widened as tears sprang to  her eyes.

“What if-” Joyce was cut off when a few of the Christmas lights lit up in the living room and were moving around. The two immediately ran into the living room and watched in awe as the room lit up even more. “What if she’s with Will…” Joyce whispered to herself. Jonathan slowly looked at her than back to the lights.

“(y/n), if you’re here, please please give us a sign!” said Jonathan as he tried to hold it together. All was quiet for a moment until they looked to the wall where Joye had painted the alphabet. Then, one by one, one light went off above certain letters, spelling something out just as Will had done just yesterday.

“p…r…o…t…e…c…t…i…n…g…”  Jonathan held his breath as Joyce clasped a trembling hand over her mouth as four more lights blinked.

“W…i…l…l…”

“Oh-oh my god,” said Joyce shakily. “(y/n), are you and Will alive?” Jonathan watched the lights intensely, hoping, praying that they were okay.

“y…e…s…”  Joyce nearly fell to the ground with relief. If Jonathan wasn’t there to catch her then she would have.

“Are you safe?” Jonathan asked. He dreaded the answer that would come, because he was almost certain what it would be.

“N…O…” Jonathan nearly cried as the lights throughout the house started to blink violently, almost like they were panicked.

“What do we do? How can we help you two??” Cried Joyce, who was now completely leaning on Jonathan. Then, every light turned off all at once and all went quiet again. Jonathan looked down with tears in his eyes. (y/n) was trapped in God knows where and with Will and she has been protecting him…but from what?


(I hope all of you enjoyed this! If this gets enough good feedback then I’ll definitely be writing more parts!)

Professor - four.
  • Baekhyun x Reader
  • Angst - Professor!AU
  • Word count: 1535

Description: You finally gave what Baekhyun wanted, sex. Now he should leave you alone, or so you thought.

A/N: Just a little angsty filler chapter to hold over. More like me stalling because I’m not sure how I want to end this yet. I feel like the end is near though. IT CAN’T BE HELPED.

one. // two. // three. // four. // five. (soon)

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

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Ineffable - Ch.1

Kim Junmyeon/Reader
Word Count: 2,961
Warnings: Blood, Violence, Creepy creature I suppose


“Heaven and hell suppose two distinct species of men, the good and the bad.

But the greatest part of mankind float betwixt vice and virtue.”


David Hume


The night before


You were fuming. A mixture of anger and pain swirling inside of you, almost choking you as you quickly made your way home where he had agreed to meet you. Your home, where he was due to move in in a week.

A sob almost broke out of you.

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