he have the same pose for somes and it really annoys me

for you pt. 7 [m]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy!Taehyung, angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Originally posted by vminv

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Six Months Later

You walked down the hallway of the academic building slowly, the weight of the paper in your bag causing you to drag your feet. Each footstep bringing more and more uncertainty about the next chapter of your life. You noticed that the door to your professor’s office was locked, and a small sigh of relief escaped your lips.

You didn’t want to have to explain to him how all your interviews had turned to dead ends. You didn’t want to have to explain how you were still going to be stuck in this town. Stuck in the memories of the past year when all you wanted to do was move forward. There was nothing that you wanted more than leaving. If he could leave, so could you. But instead you had gotten hired at the coffee shop in which you first met him. Left to repeat the same memories over and over again.

And as you left the building for the last time, you didn’t feel any different. The emptiness that had filled your chest the day he left was still there. You held your phone up to your ear, the familiar number having been dialed like clockwork. “We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” seared through your ears after the first dial tone.

You kicked at a rock while waiting to cross the street. There was no reason for you to continue to call that number. But there was still a large part of you that hoped he would come back. That when you called his voice would saying hello on the other end. But no one had heard from him. Not you. Not the boys. It was like he had erased himself from your universe.

Taehyung crept into your mind during your most vulnerable moments. Like when the sun hit your skin in the middle of the afternoon, reminding you of the hours you would spend sitting next to him in the front seat of his car. Driving the two of you around while blasting old music and singing along so out of tune that everyone else would stare at you from their cars.

You missed him when you couldn’t get a jar open, not because he was strong enough to open them. But because you would hunch over in fits of laughter as you watched him turn red in the face while trying to open it. He wasn’t much of a muscle pig, but you thought his effort was the cutest.

He was in the worn out t-shirt hidden in the back of your closet. A piece of clothing you didn’t know you had until your nose caught the smell of his cologne the first time Mina came over to your apartment to do your laundry since you hadn’t left your bed in weeks. You had her put it down, worried that if she held it for too long you would forget what he smelled like when he held you.

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Mi Amor

 Daveed Diggs x Latina!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi. It’s the anon who asked about the Latina reader here. I was wondering if you’d do like where Daveed and the reader are really good friends but Lin knows she has a crush on him and he’s teasing her about it but daveed overhears them mention him and doesn’t understand them cause they’re talking in Spanish. He asked her about it or something and then fluff or smut! I don’t know…. Your other fics are amazing so I know this one will be to die for no matter what! Gracias!! ❤❤

Words: 3,675

Warnings: Swearing and SMUTTT. A LOT OF IT idk what else you want from me ahahaha

A/N: This was SO FUN to write but Idk I’m sorry if this was so bad lol I THINK I’VE OFFICIALLY MADE THE SINNERS CLUB LOLOL OKOKOK

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Studio

Namjoon x reader

theme: namjoon is working on his music in the studio and he is stressed out so you help him relax

requested by: bts-is-love-exo-is-life

genre: smut

word count: 2.5K


‘When are you coming home?’

I don’t know baby, I’m still at the studio. I’ll text you when I head back home.’

You sighed, putting your phone down on the couch next to you. This was starting to get really annoying.
Namjoon was constantly at the studio, and yes you knew it was his job, he had to be there, he had to work.
But you started to feel like you were not as important anymore.

Even though he showered you with kisses almost every time he saw you, stayed with you up late when he had to get up early, you weren’t being intimate as much as before.
(Idk im not good at English)

You were selfish, you wanted him all the time and you were not denying it.
Sometimes you even felt like your neediness started to annoy him so you were scared that he was going to drift away because of that.

Usually you’d keep texting him and calling him, which was probably not a good idea, but tonight you decided to try leave him alone.

After what seemed like hours, when it was actually half an hour you texted him again.

Namjoon, I need you. When are you done with work?

He didn’t reply. So you waited a bit- until you texted again.

‘I wish you were here..

You were disgusted by yourself and by your selfishness. Couldn’t you just drop it?
No, because you were a needy, annoying bitch.
You kept texting him.

Again, no reply.
Now you decided to call.

You honestly expected him not to answer but instead, he picked up immediately.

“Namjo-“you started purring.

”(Y/N)! Can you stop already? You texted me a million times asking when I’ll be home, I don’t know! I’m working! I do this for a living (Y/N) and I can’t always be there when you feel like it! I’m trying hard to balance our relationship with work! So stop being so needy goddammit!“

And then he hung up.

He hung up on you.

And he yelled at you.
Namjoon never did that. He was never this mad at you.
Your hands were shaking and you didn’t know what to do next. You had a scary feeling you were not gonna see him tonight at all.

You hated yourself for this. How could you be like that when you knew about everything that he said? You knew how hard he tried and you still wanted more. You could not stop yourself. Ever.

Not even now.

So you put on your shoes and took your car keys.


Opening the door without knocking you stepped into the studio quietly trying not to catch his attention.

You could see him sitting by the computer, papers scattered all around the table, his back turned to you.

He seemed really stressed.
He was messing with his hair, sighing, shaking his head no while listening to the beat through his headphones.
His foot was tapping on the floor and his hand was scratching on the table lightly.

You decided not to call for him.
So you just stepped forward and touched his shoulder gently.

He turned around quickly, not knowing what was happening, but when he saw who it was his face changed.

Sighing, he took his headphones off and raised an eyebrow at you.

”(Y/N), what the hell are you doing here right now?“

He turned around in his chair completely, now facing you.

You stepped back, not knowing what to say exactly.
His gaze was confusing you. Making you stutter.

“I just..”

He still held his eyebrow up, waiting for an answer.
You felt small under that look he was giving you. The feeling was not pleasant at all.

“I just wanted to say sorry-”

“And you couldn’t do that over text?“he snapped at you.

You didn’t know what to say to that. Actually you weren’t planning what to say at all. You just drove all the way to the studio to see Namjoon.
And you had no idea what to do now.

Seeing as you were at the loss of words he sighed.
”(Y/N) I’m sorry I yelled at you but I meant what I said. I really need to work. I need to finish this and you are not helping. I’m very stressed and you’re making me feel worse.“

Seeing the look on my face he continued. “I’m sorry but I had to tell you. It is what it is.”

You were hurt by his words even though you knew you shouldn’t have been. You deserved it.
But still you couldn’t take it.

Sucking it up, you nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheeks.

You were looking down at the floor and you could still feel his gaze on you.

“Is it okay…if I stay here? I-I won’t bother you I just… I miss you all the time and-”

You stopped after seeing him close his eyes and put his index finger on his temple.

You bit your lip, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah, sure.. You can sit there on the couch and do..whatever."he said motioning with his hand towards the black couch behind you and then turned back to his work, ignoring you again.

And seeing there was nothing else you could do you obeyed and you took a seat.


Time passed slowly and the only sounds in the room were your breathing along with the faint sounds of the music coming from Namjoon’s headphones.

Watching Namjoon working hard, the way he was running his long fingers through his hair, the way he bit his lip occasionally was making you really frustrated.

Sexually.

Because you and Namjoon haven’t been doing it for weeks now. That was one of the reasons you were acting this way.

Having nothing to do you started tapping your foot on the floor loudly, but Namjoon couldn’t hear it.
You started to groan out of boredom but he didn’t notice that either.

You rolled on the couch, sang, even got up and walked around the studio a few times. But he didn’t notice any of that.

Returning to the couch behind him, feeling defeated (because you were obviously trying to get some attention from him) you flopped down.

But then you got an idea.
There was a high chance it was going to annoy him, but it was worth a try.

Smirking like a little devil you are you took out your phone, posed and took a selfie.
Checking if it was seductive enough, you sent it to him waiting for his reaction.

A second later, his phone buzzed and you squealed quietly, waiting for his reaction. You’ve always wondered how boys react when you send them a pic.

He reached for his phone and sighing he unlocked it.

You could see yourself on his screen for a second, and then he put the phone down.

He didn’t even look at it more than a second! What the hell?

Determined to get his attention, you took a few more, all featuring the same pose, the same face expression, with a little change of hair or maybe lip biting.

He just ignored them all.

Time for a bolder move.
Taking your phone again you laid down on the couch, letting your hair scatter around your head and your cleavage expose a bit, you took a pic featuring only your lips and tongue licking the top lip seductively with a bit of cleavage.

You hit send.

The phone buzzed again, he sighed a bit more frustratingly and he unlocked the phone.

This time, he looked at the pic longer.
That meant you were slowly getting what you wanted.

You seem really stressed. I could help you out maybe?’

As soon as he saw the text he put his phone down again, shaking his head.

You noticed how he was tapping his foot even more now and you could even see his head slightly turning towards the phone as if he was checking for any new messages.

He was getting the point of the game.

You took a minute and didn’t send him anything for a while. And then when he least expected, his phone buzzed.

He was now staring at the screen, you laying on the couch, your lacy red bra exposed and tongue out again.
You were teasing and you were going slowly.

You heard him huff, he didn’t put his phone down this time at all.
Now he was openly waiting for more.

The next pic of you was without a bra, shirt up.
You threw the bra away, so it fell next to his feet and he noticed.

Looking down at it you could see him tensing up a bit, he let go of his pen and his hand slid down his pants.

You sent another bra-less pic but at a better angle. You were really enjoying this game.

You knew that the only thought in his mind now was ‘she is laying shirtless on the couch behind me’.

For one final strike, you slid your pants and panties down just a bit and you pit your hand in, as if you were rubbing yourself.

You took a pic showing your whole body laying down and as soon as his phone buzzed meaning that he got the text, you moaned.

And you knew he could hear it because you saw him turning off the music seconds ago.

After staring for quite a bit, you noticed his hand moving up and down in his pants, so you sent this.

Daddy, I want to help you, please let me.’

You felt excitement, you’ve never done something like this before. You were literally a few feet away from him, almost naked, taking pics, teasing him.

His phone buzzed, he got the text. And as soon as he read it he pulled his hand out of his pants, pulled his headphones down and turned around in his chair facing you finally.

You were laying there on the couch half naked, looking him right in the eyes as he was taking in the sight in front of him.

You pulled your hand out of your pants and you grabbed your breast teasing him further.

"Take everything off."he suddenly demanded, his voice an octave deeper than usual.

You almost squealed from excitement as you started taking your clothes off quickly.

"No. Do it slow."he said lowly, biting his lip.

You obeyed, looking him in the eye, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, letting his erection spring free.

"Daddy…"you moaned, wanting to help him out.

He then instructed, "Touch yourself. But slow.”

You did as you were told, all the time, looking at him.
You could tell already that wasn’t going to let you cum. He does that when he is mad at you.

His eyes were a darker shade, he was biting his lips, letting out low grunts.
The sight was making you wanna go faster with your hands but you had to obey him.

You let out a small, shaky moan, earning one from him. You closed your eyes, immersed in your own pleasure.
And it would’ve been boring if it weren’t for the sounds of slapping skin and the low grunts he was letting out.
Because you were already used to touching yourself when he wasn’t around. You knew that he knew that and he was now torturing you.

“Namjoon…"you moaned his name as you slowly built up to your high.

"Are you close baby?"he asked.

"Y-Yes…”

“Stop."he said suddenly. You knew this was going to happen. "Stop touching yourself.”

You did as you were told, feeling a bit annoyed, but you knew with him, it had to be like this so you didn’t complain.

He got up from his chair and stood there looking over your whole body licking his lips at the sight.
“Come here. You know what to do baby.”

Practically hopping up from the couch, you crawled over to him and kneeled down.

You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.

“Wrap those lips around me now."he ordered and you did.

First licking up and down his shaft, and then kissing the tip, tasting the precum you slowly took his massive length in your mouth completely. You felt like gagging but you didn’t, you went even further, your lips touching his lower stomach.

He groaned. "That’s it baby, hollow your cheeks.”

You moaned on his length, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“That’s it. Do that again."he kept saying through moans.

The sounds he was making were making you more horny than before and you could help but let your hand wander down between your legs.

It didn’t take him long to notice that.
Smirking deviously he stopped you.

"Ah, no baby. Did I let you to do that? Hand on my thighs, now.” he ordered, growling lowly.

As you put your hands on his thighs, he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe.
He grabbed on your hair, smirking again.

“Open wide and stand still baby.”

Gulping you looked up at him, knowing what was going to happen next.

“C'mon, open that beautiful mouth of yours.” He said, still smirking down at you.

As soon as you did, he pushed himself in forcefully making you gag.

“That’s it.” he grunted, gripping on you hair tightly. “You wanted to be a dirty whore. So now you are.”

He started pounding into your mouth, not letting you breathe.
You were gagging, and he was loving it.

He kept pounding, groaning loudly until he saw tears pooling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks.

But he knew you were enjoying this nonetheless.

Stopping what he was doing, letting you catch some air he ordered you what to do next.

“Take it in your hand baby. I want to cum all over your face.”

You got excited again, feeling a stinging feeling in your lower stomach, you needed him inside you.

You started to jerk him off, and in just a few moments you felt him twitch in your hand.

“Faster baby. I’m really close."he moaned loudly, biting his lip.

And just a moment later he shot his load all over your face letting out a groan of relief.

"Ahhh, baby you did good.”

You smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

He started to put his pants back on.
You were confused.

“What about me daddy?"you asked, biting your lip and then licking the cum off your fingers.

His face got serious all over again.
"Put your clothes on and go home. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get home. Or your punishment will be even worse.”

You got up on your feel, kind of defeated, you wanted him to pleasure you as well.

“Hey.” he said suddenly.

You looked up and he pulled your naked body to him kissing you hard.
He groped on your naked ass, pressing himself into you.

But before your hands could even find their way into his hair he pulled away.

“Go.” he growled, licking his lips. “I wont be long I promise.”

And you smiled. You were getting old Namjoon back.


A/N : hey i know you didn’t ask for the daddy kink and all, just wanted to spice it up a little bit, hope you liked it ;)

Search for Loneliness Part2

Hi people! This is part two to the one shot called Search for Loneliness which is the first one on my blog. I think you can read this even if you haven’t read part1 and still get the plot. Hope you enjoy! 
Huge thanks to the person who requested Part1 and to my friend @interfectorems for the patience and help!

Plot: Harry broke Y/N’s heart. But how come he misses her now?

Warnings: May hint on sex and includes curse words. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

Harry was awoken by soft kisses being peppered across the warm skin of his shoulder and a low groan fell from his mouth. Images of a girl flashed before his eyes and a lazy smile forced its way onto his face, happiness flooding through his entire body.
She was here.
Y/N’s smooth fingertips were drawing over his tattoos and Harry took a deep breath, wanting to fill all his senses with her, all of what was her. His muscles relaxed beneath her soft touches and his heart thumbed heavenly full with emotion in his chest. Y/N had come back to him. Or maybe it was him who’d never left? Or…
Strange. She smelled differently than he remembered. And her hair was softer. In fact, now that he thought about it, the tender touches he was receiving could in no way be coming from his Y/N. Y/N hadn’t ever drawn over his tattoos, but rather along them, touching his bare, uncovered skin rather than the inked one. It was only a faint difference, but the moment he started paying attention to it he couldn’t ignore how drastically wrong this felt.
His heart fell and his stomach knotted. There was still the same distance between Y/N and him as there had been last night. And the day before. The week.
Harry rolled onto his side, successfully disconnecting the foreign girl’s touch from his body without even looking at her and got to his feet so quickly his head felt dizzy.

“Breakfast?” his raspy voice muttered, but he was out of the bedroom before his visitor could complain about his unfriendly manners or give an answer to his question.

….

“Yes, Gem, I’m aware of that.” Harry rolled his eyes at his sister’s lectures about how he’d missed another family dinner and pressed the phone closer to his ear. “It must have slipped my mind. M'sorry.”

“You seem to have very little room in that mind of yours lately,” his sister remarked, “We’ve all seen what might be occupying all the space. How is you’re new mysterious women doing?”

“S'no mystery,” he replied slowly, “And s'not very serious.”

She hummed, indicating that she clearly didn’t buy it. “When did you decide Y/N was to be out of the picture?”

Harry huffed in annoyance. In moments like this he regretted ever bringing Y/N around to meet his family. If he hadn’t done that they surely wouldn’t be bothering him about her anymore.

“I had my reasons so don’t even start.”

A loud, exaggerated sigh was heard, yet she remained silent. Gemma knew her brother well enough to sense when it was best to leave him alone. She also knew when he’d spill what she wanted to hear without needing to be pushed.

“She was just… not right, you know?” he admitted.

“How so?”

Harry shrugged even though she couldn’t see, his fingers nervously switched on the tap, allowing clear water into the sink. Switch on. Switch off.  

“She couldn’t accept my life”, he explained, careful to choose his words wisely, “There were many little things she did which clearly showed how little she understood about my lifestyle and there were bigger ones. I once asked her to come to dinner with me and Kendall and she said no, not because of my past relations with her, but because she didn’t want to get into a situation where she’d be filmed for a TV show. Or because there would have been too many paps around. Same went for any other time I wanted her to meet someone remotely famous and at some point all the arguments became too much. Is adapting to my standards really too much to ask? She couldn’t just expect me to change for her or to not go out for dinner every week anymore.”

Silence. One that told him enough.

“What?” he asked annoyed.

“Why do you think I didn’t come to that yacht you rented a couple of years ago?” Gemma giggled. “I met Kendall and she’s actually quite lovely, but her presence does mean a massive amount of cameras. So do all of your other friends. I’ve got sort of used to it over the years and still hate it, so I can understand if a girl with even less experience feels frightened or intimidated by it. Just my opinion, little brother. Maybe you could have solved that issue by simply giving her more time.”

Harry swallowed hard and processed his sister’s words. More time? But weren’t five months enough to come out of your shell if that’s what your boyfriend expects of you?

Gemma went on: “If you feel happier now then I’m on your side, promise. But you need to make an effort, too, Harry. If any relationship of yours should ever lead to something, you have to get used to the thought of making an effort yourself and not just expecting the girl to do all the work.”

….

Harry scrolled through her Twitter page and it was strangely empty. The last phrases she’d tweeted had been posted weeks ago. Not even her favorites showed any activity and though Y/N hadn’t exactly visited her Social Media every day, this absence did appear odd. Harry couldn’t admit it to himself, but he did miss knowing what she was up to. Had she experimented with a new recipe? Had she gone to the cafe in north London she’d always wanted to visit? Had she managed to get a ticket for that gig one of her favorite musicians  had held last week? He wished he could ask her.
Deciding that this wouldn’t provide any of the desired information, Harry closed the app with a sigh and instead found himself opening the familiar app of his photo folder.
This images weren’t new, but familiar and this was something he desired just as much; the familiarity Y/N had posed that was now lost. Harry stared at the photos and was surprised how every detail of her face was still engraved into his memory, just like any face of a person he cared about was. Only that he shouldn’t feel that way for her anymore. He didn’t have the right to.

“What are you doing?”

The voice was soft and sweet and yet Harry flinched at the unexpected noise. Mia… Maya… Harry wasn’t sure which name it was exactly but after she’d stayed over for three days now he figured asking would be rude. He shut off his device and let it drop onto the coffee table before him, doing his best to appear relaxed.

“Nothing really.”

His new girl smiled and stepped closer. She was pretty. Her hair fell in long waves just below her waist and her wide eyes sparkled with a friendly curiosity for what he was up to, thought or felt. A curiosity he’d known when he had himself began developing feelings for Y/N and now was all he needed to recognize the condition the girl before him was in. She would fall for him. Soon.
Harry didn’t tense when she stepped closer and instead held out a hand for her to take, giving it a slight tug so she would swing one leg over his lap and climb up.
Harry granted her a gentle smile when he had her sitting in his lap with both slender arms wrapped around his neck, his own hands pressing against her smooth back. Maybe if she’d fall for him, he would find the perfect companion he had been dreaming for. The one Y/N had failed to be.

“Are you okay?” Mia or Maya asked with a small frown between her perfectly plucked brows.

Harry just nodded, his throat too dry to answer. Her smell invaded his senses and the sweetness of her perfume clouded his mind. His girlfriend, if that’s what she could be called, smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to his mouth, expecting it to be a short one and finding herself surprised when Harry’s tongue pushed between her lips and dipped into her mouth. One of his hands moved up to press against the back of her head, keeping her from moving back while his fingers pulled at her top with a feverish desire to tore it away. A small laugh fell from her soft lips and she disconnected their kiss in order to oblige his wish and undress. Once off, she leaned in and pressed tender kisses to the side of his neck, sighing whenever his hands moved over the uncovered skin of her body.
Harry’s mind raced and his heart thumbed heavily in his chest. His lower stomach ached and his thighs felt pleasantly tingly. Soft hair brushed over his skin, warm lips placed gentle kisses and delicate hands left faint scratches on his back and stomach. He allowed his head to roll back and his eyes to fall shut.

“Y/N.”

The name left his mouth in a breathy gasp and it took the girl he was holding to shrug off his embrace before he could realize what he’d done wrong. Hurt evident in her eyes she stumbled to her feet and bent down to gather her shirt, covering her naked torso with hastily moving and shaking fingers.
Harry’s stomach turned and he shook his head, an exhausted huff leaving his mouth.
Why wouldn’t Y/N leave him alone? Even when she was miles away she could torment him like no one else ever had.
Words were shouted, but he took it with no fight and instead stayed sat in his chair as the girl before him began to cry and shake, receiving no words from him to mend her heart ache. At some point he thought she’d slapped him, his cheek, previously kissed by the same person now red and stinging. But he wasn’t sure and only noticed his guest had left when the door fell into its lock with a loud noise.

….

He had to call her. Y/N hadn’t left his mind in days and frankly he was quite sick of it. So many ordinary tasks had been ruined by her messing with his head. Nervousness made his heart skip and press the phone just a little closer to his ear, waiting impatiently for Y/N to pick up.

“Hello?”

Her voice. His eyes fell shut when he heard it and his fingers tingled. She sounded calm and collected, not angry at all.
Harry cleared his throat.

“S'me.”

Silence. He heard Y/N take in a breath. “I’m sorry, but who’s this?”

A frown took over his forehead until it dawned on him. She couldn’t have known it was Harry, he realized. In order to keep any woman he was involved with from having his private number he had it blocked at all times. He could call and text them without any of them getting his contact info. It was an old habit he’d broken for Y/N and quickly picked back up once he’d broken up with her.

“Harry,” He clarified, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Forgot about me already, have you?”

The silence following his words was nothing like the one earlier. It was as if the connection had died and Harry quickly checked to see if she’d actually ended it or not. Harry’s feet shifted and sighed.

“Y/N?” he pressed on carefully.

“Harry.”

It was a whisper, exhausted and empty.
Harry’s heart squeezed painfully tight and he brushed the sweaty palm of his free hand against his jeans. So she really wasn’t angry, but hurt.

“Listen,” he began, “I-”

But he was already interrupted by the dreadful peeping noise and this time once he looked at his phone, her name had vanished.

….

His head hung low and his hands were balled into fists. Just one knock, that’s all he had to force himself to and from there she would take the lead. Every time Harry had had a problem it was her who knew just how to solve it, why should it be different now? All she’d need is him who came back long enough for her to help.
With a deep breath Harry raised his hand and let his knuckles meet the door twice. A shudder ran down his back and his throat went dry.
What would he do? What would he say?

I know I was an asshole but I flew all the way back to LA for you so please forgive me?
I can’t explain it, but I miss you.
You haven’t left my mind in weeks, no matter how much I tried.

He couldn’t blame her should she shut the door right into his face if he dared bringing any of those weak excuses. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the wooden door opening just a slim gap, allowing the person inside to see who it was interrupting their evening.
Harry braced himself, his heart skipping in his chest and he looked up eagerly to see the face he’d missed so much more he could have been prepared for.
But it wasn’t Y/N.

“Mary.”

Harry cleared his throat as the unexpected sight of Y/N’s friend threw him off guard. She narrowed her eyes once she realized it was in fact him and she opened the door wider, keeping hold of it to block him from entering.

“I knew you’d miss her,” she spoke, her voice nothing but unkind and empty of sympathy, “She is too good for you and I just knew you’d end up at her door once you realized that no girl you’d try replacing her with would compare.”

“Is she here?” Harry asked, ignoring the sting in his chest caused by her harsh words.
They were true in every way but his pride wasn’t going to just let him admit that.

“Yes,” Mary replied.

He paused, expecting her to say something more but she just continued to stare at him with venomous eyes.

“I need to see her,” he elaborated and took a step forward.

The gap quickly narrowed, but to his surprise Mary nodded. “The moment she calls for me to drag you back outside, I will.”

Harry nodded and pushed past Mary, entering the familiar space. He could still feel her enraged gaze on his back as his own eyes scanned the living room in search for his ex girlfriend, but she was no where.

“She’s in the bedroom.”

He uttered a thanks to the woman eyeing him and with weak knees he walked down the familiar hall and to the closed door or her bedroom, his heavy heart dropping to his stomach. He’d stood here so many times before.
Sometimes with flowers in his hands to surprise her just because she was as lovely as they were. On other days, mainly morning, he would take a moment to prepare for seeing her barely dressed and in her bed, his fingers tightening around the cups of coffee or the bag of breakfast he had gone to pick up.
Of course he also recalled the many nights where he’d stood right here, with her in his arms or hoisted up and pressed against the wood.
Never before had he stood here with fear rushing through his veins. It’d been him who’d rejected her, but he couldn’t imagine handling the situation if their roles were reversed. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Then he heard it. At first only faintly, then clear and loud enough for his heart to break.

Whimpers. Cries. Sobs.

Her face when it had finally dawned on her that he was leaving her had been a picture he’d replayed in his head over the past weeks.
His ears still rang with her cries and his eyes burned at the memory of her soft lips parting to beg him to stay with her.
And still, he hadn’t realized just how much he’d harmed her until now that he could hear her heartbreak through the thick wood of her door.
His hands pushed down the handle before he had thought twice about it and he rushed into the room. He could have sworn his soul crumbled at the sight of Y/N curled up in her bed, a thin blanked shielding her shivering body from the cold while she cried and sobbed into her pillow. Her arms were wrapped around the fluffy material and her head buried into it so Harry couldn’t see her face. Harry wasn’t sure if she’d even noticed his presence or not but he didn’t care.
Before Y/N could protest or really understand what was going on, he’d discarded his shoes and climbed up behind her. Both of his arms found their familiar hold around her waist and he felt tears shoot to his eyes when he finally buried his head into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. His legs pushed hers apart before intertwining with them and so Y/N soon was cuddled into and against Harry, closer and tighter than she’d ever been before.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry breathed against her skin, “I love you.”

Not for a moment did he hope she might have missed the confession that had slipped his lips before he could stop it. Though Harry hadn’t thought about it before, hadn’t come to any conclusion and sure as hell hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, he realized it was true. He did love Y/N and any reason he’d dug up to break up with her had been for the sole purpose of stopping him from falling deeper.
But he loved her. And this time he wouldn’t leave.

“Forgive me,” he continued, his own voice breaking as his eyes stung with tears.

Y/N’s body was stiff aside form the occasional shakes by her crying and she did nothing to return his embrace. But she didn’t push him away either and this allowed him to hope.
His lips found her neck and he sobbed when happiness flooded his body, his skin tingling with the relief of finally having her close enough to touch again.

“This time will be different,” he promised against her before pressing another tender kiss to her skin, “I promise you, Y/N.”

And so they lay, on the very bed Harry had broken her heart on all those weeks ago. He thought it fitting that it was here he doing his best to mend it again.
But although he held her, breathed her in and murmured promises of how much he regretted it all, Harry continued to fail to understand just how deep his betrayal had cut and so he didn’t know that all Y/N’s head was screaming for was for him to disappear, even if her arms were too weak to push him off and her voice too thin to send him away.

….

When Harry awoke he was alone.
His hands didn’t need to pat the mattress in search for her, his entire body could feel her absence without having opened his eyes to confirm it. He felt cold.
He crawled out of bed with a groan and stretched his limps before walking gingerly to the closed door, down the hall and into the kitchen. His hands clenched and his heart skipped widely in his chest, nervous of what was going to happen next.
Y/N was standing with her back to him when he entered the small space of her kitchen and for a moment Harry considered sneaking up on her and wrapping her into an embrace, just like he’d done many times before. She turned around to face him before he got the chance.
Y/N’s eyes met his and he froze. Her gaze wasn’t anything like the loving and warm one he’d expected to receive. Instead, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, proving just how much she’d cried last night, if not many more nights before that.
Her lips were bitten and dry, her hair appeared to be mat and when she raised her mug to her lips to drink he noticed how her hand was shaking.

“Did you sleep okay?”

It was a stupid question, he knew that even before he’d asked it, but he couldn’t think of anything else he could say. The girl before him looked nothing like the Y/N he knew.

“Can’t say I did.”

Not even her voice sounded the same, he noticed with a sinking heart.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, unsure to which one of his many mistakes the apology applied for.

“Breakfast is in the fridge,” Y/N spoke without reacting to his words.

They ate in silence, Harry sitting on the table and Y/N leaning against the counter. He watched her hand trembling slightly whenever she raise the spoon full of cereal to her mouth and he needed to focus on his own fingers to keep them from shaking too.
Once they had both finished Y/N turned to wash her bowl clean, but flinched away from the water when Harry stepped close to do the same.

“Y/N,” he sighed, set down the ceramic he was holding, before leaning against the counter himself. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N answered quietly, “Other than  that I think you should leave.”

Her eyes refused to meet his and instead focused onto the floor. A frown took over his face.

“Leave?” He shook his head.

“Yes.”

“But Y/N,” he protested, “we made up. Last night when I climbed into your bed… we made up, didn’t we? Said I was sorry and promised to be different now…We made up.”

Though he’d wished to have her look him in the eyes again, the moment she did, he regretted it. Her orbs were cold and empty of any kindness.

“Because you climbed into my bed as I was crying?” The raw emotion in her voice knocked the breath right out of him. “You think that’s all it took?”

“I-” Harry began, but was interrupted.

“Surely you must know that it was you who’d made me cry last night. It’s been you every night for the past weeks.”

He swallowed hard and his stomach was in knots as he watched her turn around and exit the kitchen. Though he was worried about what would happen next, he followed her into the living room, this time aware of her resentment towards him and so he didn’t try and sit close to her again once she lowered herself onto the couch. Harry took a seat on one of her chairs and watched her warily, unsure if she wanted him to speak or had something to say herself. After a moment of silence he took a breath.

“I swear to you,” he began, “that me breaking up with you was in no way your fault. I know I made you feel as though it was, but it wasn’t. All you did was caring for me so much more than I’d imagined someone could and I fucked it all up simply because I didn’t know how to deal with that.”

“I didn’t think somebody caring for you would pose such a problem to you.”

“It didn’t,” Harry quickly argued, “Not a problem, but something that scared me. I didn’t want you to realize that I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/N laughed. “That’s bullshit. You wished that was why you broke up with me but we both know it isn’t.”

Harry fell silent. The girl before him shook her head and let her gaze wonder to the window, appearing deep in thought for a moment.

“I have spent every minute of every day since you abandoned me with ways of making sense of it. Do you realize that? While you were fucking her, I was sitting here wondering what I’d done to be thrown to the side like a plaything you decided you didn’t want anymore.”

“That’s not true,” Harry protested before he could stop himself, “I saw you with that man at the shops. I did nothing with anyone until I saw those pictures!”

“Oh, I’ve seen those photos, too,” Y/N spoke, her voice raising, “And you, of all people, should know that the media can make anything into a story! It was a guy who’d accidentally bumped into me and asked if I was alright. Nothing more.”

Oh.

“And what about you?” she continued “Did you also just happen to fall into that woman’s arms and did your mouths meet completely by chance? Did she stumble into your bed and you just coincidentally happened to be naked?”

“Stop.”

“Why? Don’t you want to think about her?”

“No,” he murmured, his eyes suddenly wet with tears.

Y/N swallowed hard and though it wasn’t easy for her to see the man she loved tormented, she had to admit that with every word she spoke, another weight was lifted off her chest.

“I’m not the first,” Y/N began, her tone gentler, “That’s what saddens me, too, though it saddens me more for you than it does for me. Tell me, what is the girl’s name? The one you left behind now so you could come to me.”

Harry froze. He looked at Y/N and if he wasn’t mistaken he recognized a hint of pity in her eyes. Not pity for herself, but for him.

“Do you not know? It’s Moira.”

Moira. Harry’s mind raced. Not Mia. Or Maya. Moira.

“I saw it in every picture that was posted online. She was like me, looked at you just the same. Are you aware that you broke her heart just the same you have broken mine?”

No, Harry thought, he couldn’t have.

“And what is the girl’s name you left before you first met me? And the girl before that and the girl before that? You have left so many people in the past few years there is a trail of heartbreak behind you and to this day you have remained completely unaware of it.”

Y/N’s cheeks were wet but her voice didn’t tremble.

“It isn’t the same,” Harry spoke, his voice hoarse, “you’re the only one I want, Y/N. We laster five months, that’s worth so much more than any fling I might have had before you.”

He closed his eyes and let his head fall into his palms.

“They meant nothing,” he swore, “and Moira,” he swallowed hard, “was only a distraction from you.”

“You said I wasn’t what you wanted,”  Y/N continued, “I assume you told all of them the same. You’ve let so many people down all because you selfishly chase a romanticized picture of a relationship you have in your head.”

“I’ll change,” Harry weeped against his palms, “From now on it’ll be only you. I don’t need any imagination of a relationship. I want what was real. Want it with you.”

He removed his palms form his face and got to his feet. He noticed her body tense when he neared but she didn’t move away, not even when he dropped to his knees before her.

“I’m in love with you.”

She shook her head. “Don’t,” she whispered and this time she allowed him to see her tears fall from her eyes, “don’t say that only because you’re scared.”

“I’m not,” Harry whispered, “It’s the truth, that’s why.”

Y/N didn’t flinch when he reached for her hands and his heart squeezed when she didn’t pull away.

“I am scared,” he continued, “How couldn’t I be? Your rejection would break my heart and I don’t know how I’d live with the knowledge that it is my fault that I lost you? But I’m not scared of being alone anymore, not enough to throw myself into random relationships like you were right, I have done all this time. I want you or nothing at all, Y/N. I love you.”

He watched her sob and squeezed her fingers with his gently, appreciating any skin touched by her warm tips. This small touches, the reluctant squeeze and tiny movements, meant so much more than the physical contact he’d graved and taken last night. He’d held her, kissed her, breathed her in. But this was voluntarily. She was holding his hands because she wanted to.
He could have rejoiced.  
When her body fell forward and into his open arms, he didn’t know for sure if it was because she wanted it or just her body giving out, finally surrendering to the weight of her emotions.
He cried out when her arms settled around his neck and his heart broke when he felt her kiss his neck. After all this time, he could breathe again.

“Harry,” she whimpered.

“I’ll fix this,” he promised, “Everything. I’ll call and apologize to every woman I hurt in the past. You are right, always are, and I should apologize to them for my selfish actions. But you and I are different, Y/N. We’re real and I won’t let my stupid imagination ruin anything again. I don’t want the classic perfect. I want our perfect.”

She sobbed and held onto him tighter. Harry fell back to sit on the floor and a relieved laugh tumbled from his mouth when she followed to sit in his lap, both legs now wrapped around his waist.

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

He groaned when her small hands pulled at the strands of hair at the back of his neck, but obeyed and moved his head back so his eyes could meet hers. Her beautiful orbs were full of the loving care he’d missed so much and he felt another wave of tears rush to his own eyes.
For a moment she just looked at him, the man she’d given her heart to, who’d then broken it and now promised to mend it again. Harry.

“It’ll take time,” she murmured shyly and he nodded without hesitating, “but I think we’ve got enough of it.”

A smile danced on his mouth and his eyes closed when her soft lips met his in a tender kiss. He had her back, he thought, his heart full of joy and he wouldn’t ever be reckless enough to let her go again.

Thank you for reading this!! Hope you liked it. 
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Tales of Miss Fortune (Part 4)

Welp, everybody ready for Ladrien? Also, excuse y lack of talent when it comes to fighting scenes descriptions

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Adrien sighed as he typed away some report. Alright, so they got the best wool from the Vucana sheep, the national animal of Chile. No, Peru. Yeah, the national animal of Peru. Wait… why did he write down about the origin of their wool stocks when he was working on a report about the perfume line? Adrien squinted at his screen, obviously looking for a reason why he was being an idiot when someone cleared their throat. Adrien glanced up, to see Marinette giving him a dotting look, her arms crossed over her chest while she tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. Adrien gulped, making himself small in his chair. One may think he had no reason to be scared of his assistant. Well, those people obviously never met Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Adrien couldn’t even care less she was 30 centimeters shorter than him, she was terrifying. She had a glare that could unleash the apocalypse and he saw her arguing with someone and he was pretty sure that person pissed their pants at the sight of angry Marinette. Also, Adrien saw her running in stilettos without a trouble which only made her more terrifying. Who can run in stilettos without some dark magic going on? So yeah, you could bet your ass Adrien was cowering in fear at the sight of an obviously annoyed Marinette.

“Can… can I help you?” he asked in a small voice, trying to give her his best kitty eyes and somehow soften her.

“All the paperwork you sent to me to forward had mistakes in it. In the last report that is referring to the new shoe collection, you said there should be an increase in cashmere use.”

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, but closed it back just as fast. Honestly, it didn’t seem so far-fetched, given his state lately, but he still had so much to work on. “I’ll be more careful.” he promised only to flinch as Marinette closed the lid of his laptop a little bit too forcefully.

Adrien gulped as she lifted him off the chair by the tie. “Where are we going?” in all honesty, he hoped the answer wasn’t ‘your death’ or something similar. Or… you know, actually, he was going to enough of a young adulthood crisis to enjoy being caressed by the sweet touch of death.

“To the gym.” she said shortly, before dragging him towards the elevator.

Now, you may wonder, why would the headquarters of a fashion empire have a gym. The answer: his father had to be extra™ while working on the plans of the building.They also had a pool, a jacuzzi, and a mini spa.


Well, Marinette was right, exercising did help with stress relief. And stretching his muscles really came as a good distraction from all the work. From both jobs.

“Hey, Adrien.” he turned around to find Marinette leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring. “Wanna spar?”

Adrien considered his options for a second before nodding and joining her in the ring. As the sparing began, he couldn’t help but notice that Marinette was having good moves and defensives stances. She probably had some martial arts training, but Adrien still referred to no go full force on her. She might have training, but he was a part-time superhero. It just didn’t seem fair to go to hard on her when there were criminals that he didn’t go hard on because it wasn’t necessary. He moved fastly, trying to give a blow to her left, but in a blink of an eye, he found himself on his back, staring at the ceiling in surprise. Marinette moved forward blocking his view while her hands were holding his shoulder and neck securely.

Her lips curled in a cocky smirk. “Don’t go easy on me, sir.”

“As you wish.” Adrien declared after a couple of seconds.

Getting back on their feet, they began to spar again.

Marinette had the first round in the bag. It started pretty normally, they both focused more on hand to hand combat. Left, block, upper right, dodge, spin and low blow, move out of the way. Adrien was all too familiar with this dance. But honestly, he wanted to kick himself for making such an amateurish move to leave his feet unprotected. Marinette took advantage of that to knock him over. He was about to try to roll her over, when she secured his hands in an almost painful grip above his head while she was squeezing his hips with her thighs.

(Which he was entirely not enjoying, the same way he wasn’t enjoying her position on his crotch. No, sir, he was entirely professional.)

“I win.” Marinette declared in an almost bored tone, as of kicking his ass was a daily occurrence, very much like washing the dishes.

The second round was his. The fighting had been much more intense and it seemed both him and Marinette weren’t pulling their punches anymore. And he came to the conclusion he won’t ever get Marinette angry. She was ridiculously strong, flexible and had great stamina, given the sparing was going intensely for around fifteen minutes. Adrien had half a mind to suggest her to become a superhero. It was by pure luck, he caught her in a less favorable pose. He managed to get her hands in a lock, pulling her back against him, while he keept her hands seized by his side, his feet moving to block hers from kicking him over. They were both breathing heavily and Adrien took a couple of seconds to enjoy the sweet victory. But just when he was about to declare it, Marinette giggled.

“Are you trying to seduce me so you can win?” she teased in a voice that seemed oddly familiar, obviously referring. “Because two can play that game, sir.”

Adrien tried to keep from gasping as she rolled her backside against him. It just crashed on Adrien that they were in an awfully intimate position, her back to his chest, their limbs tangled together and their breaths still heavy. Adrien let go of her fastly, for the sake of saving whatever appearances were left (for whom… he wasn’t sure).

“That doesn’t work on me. You have no idea what I’ve been through.” he muttered darkly. “Round three!” he shouted without noticing the huge smirk playing on her lips as if she knew exactly what he’s been through.

In all honesty, Adrien had absolutely no idea what the hell happened in round three. But somehow he found himself on top of Marinette, his forearm against her throat, keeping her in place. Their chests were heaving against each other and they could feel the other’s ragged breath on their faces. And there was something in Marinette’s eyes, a fire that he couldn’t quite describe. Not that he had time to linger on it, because Marinette took advantage of his stillness to grab his arm and throw him over her head and right on his back. Fucking hell, she was strong! He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he should do next before he felt a pair of strong thighs wrapping around his head and neck. He felt like choking and it wasn’t because of the lack of air. By all means, if he will die, death by being strangled by Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s wonderfully muscled thighs was a fantastic way to go. But that wasn’t his main problem right now. No, his main problem was caused because of his heightened senses caused by the cat miraculous influence. He could smell things people couldn’t. And in that moment he was smelling arousal. And it smelled so sweet it made his mouth almost water. God, he wanted a taste of it. And just when he seemed to be left without any air, Marinette freed him. Not that it helped too much. Not when he was still laying in between her spread legs, not while her bare abs were glistening with sweat and certainly not when here hair was a wild mess, falling in her eyes as she parted those pink lips of hers. Oh, fuck.

“Are you alright? You look positively starved,” she stated, tilting her head almost innocently. “And you are awfully red.”

Adrien gathered himself and got on his feet as fast as possible, turning away from her. “It is because of the workout!” he argued.

He didn’t notice the way Marinette licked her lips, as if she just got some wonderful juice from which she intended to savor every drop.


Adrien hated himself. And his cat tendencies. No, wait. Tomcat tendencies. God, he couldn’t believe that thing crossed his mind. And towards Marinette! Hell knows what she must think of him. Adrien wanted to scream at the thought of losing his only current friend. She didn’t react badly after the whole incident, not even when they went back to the office. The things seemed as they always were. But something still felt off.

And as if it was magic, an alarm from a store began wheezing just then. Nudging his pocket to wake up Plagg, Adrien slipped in an ally. God, a superhero can’t even go grocery shopping without something happening. Just when he was about to call his transformation, a sweet voice interrupted him.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Adrien’s eyes were close to bugging out of his head at the sight of her jumping in the alley and walking towards him slowly.

“Miss Fortune.” he gasped.

“Oh, “ she put a hand over her heart. “So you know me.”

Adrien knew her personally, but he was sure the rest of Paris knew how she looked too. He began, to retreat slowly, only for his back to hit the wall.

“Lucky thing, “ she walked slowly towards him. “I know who you are too.”

For a second, he felt his blood run cold at the thought of her knowing his secret identity. But these worries were vanquished a second later when she stated. “You are Adrien Agreste. The model. You are even more handsome up close.”

Adrien was flabbergasted when she began running a hand through his hair, playing with it, before she slid her fingers down, caressing his cheek. She sighed dreamily. “Why do I always fall for the beautiful blondes? It is almost like I have a type.”

Huh, handsome blondes? Who was she talking about?

Coming even closer, she leaned against him, playing with the collar of his shirt. “So Adrien, given my kitten is so adamant about not kissing me, what about you? Would you like a taste of sweetness?”

Adrien gulped, as sh leaned closer, tilting her head. And her lips were really tempting, they had always been, so full and pink and he truly wanted a try. But there was a voice in the back of his mind screaming about morals and how kissing criminals wasn’t a superhero’s business. Looking aside, Adrien shook his head. “I’m not kissing thieves.”

“Oh, “ if he wouldn’t know better he could have sworn she sounded disappointed. Adrien noticed her expression dropped, before regaining her flirty demeanor back fastly. “well, if you ever change your mind… “

She kissed her index finger before tapping his nose with it, while leaning in awfully close and staring at him with those startling blue eyes. “… you just have to call my name, and I’ll make sure you won’t need anything else sweet ever again.”

Turning on her heels, she took a few steps with a swing in her hips. “Until then, au revoir pretty little thing.”

And with that, she threw her yoyo up disappearing in the night and leaving a flabbergasted Adrien Agreste against a wall in the alley.

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Zen:

♬ after you officially got together it took weeks until he let the two of you share a bed

♬ it’s not that he doesn’t trust you – although you do like to get hot and heavy – but that he mostly doesn’t trust himself

♬ sometimes he even went as far as to send you home in the middle of a make out session because it got too much for him to handle

♬ whenever you did sleep over – because he just couldn’t let you go – you slept in the bed and he slept on the couch

♬ meaning; you never got a good look at him sleeping

♬ after about two months he finally lets you stay over and you two share a bed

♬ sleeping with Zen is extremely comfortable

♬ he’s a great big spoon but doesn’t mind being the small one either

♬ his hair can get a little tricky when he opens it up, but if that means you get to cuddle him, you can endure a little hair tickling your nose

♬ what you can’t endure is Zen’s beauty

♬ one day you’re awake before him and you decide to actually get up instead of trying to sleep again

♬ you roll out of bed and turn around to get one last glance at sleeping Zen, since you’ve never really seen that

♬ it’s almost like a punch in the guts

♬ he is drop dead gorgeous!

♬ if you didn’t know better you’d think he was posing for some sort of photoshoot right then and there

♬ one of his arms is resting on his chest while the other is effortlessly resting above his head

♬ his white hair runs down his chest like silk as he lays on his back

♬ on top of that his face is relaxed, peaceful, untouched

♬ just watching him breathe in and out like this is mesmerizing

♬ one part of you is almost angry at how effortlessly beautiful he is

♬ the other appreciates it enough to get out your phone and snap a quick pick

♬ “Jaehee will so appreciate this…”


Yoosung:

★ you and Yoosung moved in together much later than both of you would have liked to

★ he had to finish school and starting a vet clinic by yourself was near impossible at his age

★ after a while though, you couldn’t stand being apart and while money was short, you moved in together

★ luckily Jumin invested as a wedding gift and so the clinic came to be

★ money was no longer an issue and so you moved into a bigger, nice apartment together

★ at first everything was great, even sharing a bed, which neither of you had ever done before

★ looking back on it you realized it was due to stress that your sleeping arrangements worked out

★ the second his head hit the pillow Yoosung fell asleep like the dead

★ however, once he’d gotten used to being a vet and the stress reduced, his annoying sleeping habits kicked in

★ for one, he’s a horrible blanket hogger and you woke up more than once during the night because you were shivering without your blanket

★ at the same time you also found yourself waking up from being smothered and that was the biggest problem

★ it was easy to buy a separate blanket set, but getting rid of squid Yoosung was a near impossible feat

★ once he’d wrapped his arms, sometimes legs, around you, there was no getting rid of him

★ only only did you feel smothered, but you began growing hot rather soon as well

★ that boy felt like a hundred degrees wrapped around you

★ when you told him about it he felt extremely ashamed

★ you attempted to sleep in separate beds for a while, since you had work too and being completely drained of energy due to lack of sleep wasn’t an option

★ it didn’t work out

★ suddenly you felt cold and empty without your little octopus wrapped around you

★ after about a week you craved and climbed into back during night

★ about an hour later Yoosung had moved in his sleep and slung his first arm around you

★ half an hour later he was once more completely wrapped around you

★ you just sighed contently

★ “Much better…”

Jaehee:

♨When you and Jaehee first moved in together it was as ‘best friends’

♨ you each had your room and did it for 'practical reasons’

♨ it was just 'easier to split the rent and chores’

♨ for anyone who didn’t notice, those were all keywords for you weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself and each other just how gay you were for one another

♨ eventually you got drunk and made out though and the cat was kind of out of the bag

♨ so you decided to confess and move into the same room

♨ the spare room remained a bedroom, but mostly for guests or just in case things got too much

♨ Jaehee is practical that way

♨ anyway, now that you were finally sleeping in the same room, arrangements had to be made

♨ the closet space had to be shared and a bigger bed had to be bought

♨ you went shopping together and Jaehee had so much fun you fell in love with her smile even more

♨ the first couple of nights you didn’t really focus on how Jaehee slept, to be honest

♨ most of it was either spent cuddling or making out or…well you know what new couples do

♨ a lot of exploration, to put it that way

♨ the fun kind

♨ after all the excitement of a new relationship died down you finally settled and calmed a little

♨ really, that is where your relationship began

♨ it was also then that you first stayed awake for a while to just look at her

♨ Jaehee was always trim and tight, even now that she wasn’t working for Jumin anymore

♨ she was organized and focus

♨ but when she slept, all of it went away and her face evened out, relaxing into something so pure

♨ she slept on her stomach, face buried into the pillow

♨ it looked utterly adorable

♨ she also drooled a little and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute and innocent it made her look

♨ almost childlike, really

♨ she was very embarrassed when you brought it up, but you assured her you didn’t mind

♨ after that night you put a box of tissues on her nightstand so she could wipe any remains off

♨ “You should always be as relaxed as when you sleep. I’ll make that happen one day.”

Jumin:

♛ while Jumin was allowed to watch you sleep early on in the relationship, the sentiment wasn’t returned

♛ you weren’t allowed to share a bed for the longest time until he finally craved

♛ morals were overrated anyway, right?

♛ when you first shared a bed you couldn’t really believe your eyes

♛ the second he laid down, it took him a maximum of five minutes to fall asleep

♛ frankly, you found that incredible

♛ sure, he worked until very late and was probably exhausted, but it wasn’t just the speed that surprised you, but also the position he slept in

♛ it was a picture book sleeping position

♛ he lay on his back, blanket pulled up high with both his hands clasped and resting right below his chest

♛ through the entire night, he didn’t move an inch

♛ Not. An. Inch

♛ you knew that some people called him heartless and cold, but you hadn’t expected him to actually sleep like a goddamn vampire!

♛ you actually had nightmares about this

♛ dreaming about him sleeping in a coffin, suddenly waking up with red eyes and fangs bared at you

♛ in his defense, the dream did turn out quite nice

♛ another positive aspect, you totally used his chest as your pillow, arm thrown over his middle

♛ “Hmm, better than any silk pillow ~ ”

Saeyoung/Seven

☼ sharing a bed with him is a plain mess

☼ you love him still, of course, but you spend many nights waking up at least once

☼ at first everything is fine, when the two of you go to sleep

☼ you spoon or cuddle up face to face, the typical couple sleeping positions

☼ then you actually fall asleep and things start to get messy

☼ when it first happened you didn’t think much of it

☼ you woke up the next morning and Seven had spread out over the entire bed, leaving you with close to no space

☼ it was alright though, you understood

☼ he’d been a single person and you were guilty of starfishing at home yourself

☼ you figured he’d eventually get used to sharing his bed with another person and adapt

☼ you figured wrong

☼ in fact, things became even worse from there on

☼ not only did he basically corner you on your own half of the bed, eventually you found yourself waking up to your face kissing the floor

☼ you tested out different things, from sleeping on the different side of the bed to giving him sleeping pills to knock him out

☼ it didn’t work, you always ended up either corner or on the floor

☼ eventually you bought a pull-out bed so now when you fall, you fall onto another mattress

☼ on the plus side; you’ve learned to fall asleep really quick after

☼ you also learned to see positive things even in negative situations

☼ “Sometimes I don’t even wake up anymore! How cool is that?”

Saeran:

☀ Sharing a bed with Saeran took ages

☀ he probably wouldn’t have minded, but you did

☀ the therapist had said to give him some space, let him heal

☀ physical contact in general was a tender topic, let alone sharing a bed

☀ it was a rather intimate thing, even without having sex

☀ you really didn’t want him to push you away or feel caged

☀ it was about half a year into your relationship that he asked you to sleep with him

☀ even in bed, you stayed on your side, not touching him at first

☀ especially when you first turned over too look at him sleep

☀ really, it broke your heart

☀ he slept in a fetus position, making himself so small it must have been uncomfortable

☀ he also didn’t look relaxed or calm like you would expect a sleeping person to look like

☀ even in sleep, he looked troubled

☀ maybe even more so than in real life, where he constantly wore a mask, you realized

☀ you actually found yourself crying at his fate

☀ he woke up one night, hearing you sob

☀ for a moment he just stared at you in confusion, but apparently he understood

☀ without a word he scooted closer and cuddled up to you

☀ it almost made you cry even more, the way he tried to hide himself in your embrace

☀ from then on you held him every night, his face buried in your chest and your fingers brushing through his hair

☀ you didn’t cry anymore, he didn’t look as pained

☀ “I like our new sleeping position much better, you know?”

Jihyun Kim/ V

📷 moving in with V was equally easy as it was hard

📷 even with Rika out of the picture it still felt like she was present

📷 there was a side of the closet unused, a free shelf in the bathroom and decoration too feminine to have been chosen by V himself

📷 even when your things started to fill these spaces it didn’t feel quite right

📷 it just felt so much like she was still there

📷 you hated that feeling, and it made you feel insecure

📷 especially when you first came home late and V was already sleeping

📷 you stepped in and it was obvious that he’d shared a bed before

📷 painfully obvious

📷 he neatly slept on his side of the bed, but his arm was stretched out, reaching for something

📷 you figured it was Rika

📷 you slept on the couch that night

📷 he asked you about it the next morning, but you dodged the topic

📷 when the same thing repeated itself again about two weeks later, he didn’t let you off the hook

📷 so you explained

📷 he was shocked and embarrassed with himself

📷 there was a bit of truth to it, it had been the position he’s slept in with Rika

📷 but he’d gotten over her thanks to you, and hated having hurt you like that

📷 without you asking him, he gets rid of everything that once belonged to her

📷 from there on he pulls you to his chest, holding you close through the night

📷 both of you finally have what you always needed

📷 “Thank you so much, V.”

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little side note, I’m sorry this took so long. I went to sleep shortly before I got your request and while the first couple of peeps were easy to write I constantly struggle with V so it took a while. I still hope you guys like it :3

anonymous asked:

Ahhh those Drabbles look great! Are you doing them as well? If you are , I request 53 "I can't believe you talked me into this" im not sure what would be cuter Niall pouting and grumpy about something (like your icon) or Niall super excited about something and you have to be grumpy . (Though let's be real, he radiates happiness, sunshine and good thoughts. That shit is contagious.)

Anonymous said:number 3 for the prompt thing!

Anonymous said:Prompt 3! “Don’t fucking touch me”

I ended up combining these two - enjoy!!!!!!

Hot Yoga

Originally posted by sweatandfitness

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Niall sank down another inch into the passenger seat of your car and let out an annoyed huff.  You’d caught him in an extremely weak moment last night and gotten him to agree to join you at your favorite Bikram Yoga studio.  He must’ve missed the part where you mentioned class was at 7am.  You couldn’t really blame him for being distracted - your hands had been shoved down the front of his joggers while you traced the freckles along his neck with the tip of your tongue.  

“Niall.  You’re pouting.  Relax, it’ll be fun and it’s good for you.  Might actually do you some good to sweat out the last four nights of pints with the band.”

He shot forward in his seat, twisting to face you.  “We’re building a rapport! Can’t go touring if I don’t even like the guys in me band!”  Niall’s voice keened with offense.  You just snickered softly to yourself at his outburst and patted him softly on his knee.  You tucked your lip into your teeth trying desperately to suppress the giggle in your throat.  He glared at you from the corner of his clear blue eyes and curled his lip into a sneer.  “Don’t fucking touch me.”  You snatched your hand back to grip the wheel and raised your eyebrow at the petulant man child seated next to you.  “Ok Horan.  I’ll remember that later.”  Mornings had never been Niall’s strong suit and today was proving to be just more of the same.  As you trained your eyes back on the road you caught Niall’s lips pulled down into a frown, probably realizing he’d just cock-blocked himself.

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twentyeightghosts  asked:

I SAW YOUR "#cyberpunk baze x chirrut?" TAG AND NOW I'M THINKING -- chirrut as the badass techno-monk still loyal to his destroyed order, baze as a Bodyguard For Hire With A Big Gun, ughhhhh i can see it so clearly in my head and i love it

Star Wars is basically one step away from cyberpunk anyway, just add more neon and stick everyone on one planet instead of a billion, et voilà.

Chirrut works as a technomancer, able to communicate with and manipulate computers directly without needing code or terminals or cybernetic implants. He came by his abilities not through the self-taught survival-of-the-fittest lessons of the street, nor through sinister experimentation by one of the Megacorps, but through good old-fashioned techno-religion. His bond with the very web of cyberspace becomes the stuff of legends on both the mainstream and shadow ‘nets. This flickering presence known as The Monk, who slips through firewalls and cyber sentries like so much tissue paper, who runs his digital fingers through classified archives and top-security files pretty much whenever and however he pleases, whose reported exploits far exceed the number of places he’s actually been in.

Even glimpsing his avatar requires feats of hacking accessible only to the top tiers of hackers, the legends say, and a confirmed Monk sighting goes onto a person’s net profile like an elite badge of honor, good for both reputations and credit accounts. The legends have also embroidered the description of Chirrut’s avatar way beyond the actual mask of bits and bytes that he assumes when he goes into cyberspace - he particularly enjoys the fanfics that feature flames, or improbably giant swords, or improbably glowing armor, or all three at once - but most of them eventually boil down to a few common threads: a beautiful man with Chinese features, wearing traditional robes, disarming your defenses in a single glance of his eerie, blank white eyes.

But as invincible as The Monk may be in cyberspace, commanding the very hardware of its machinery to bend to his will, he has a weakness. Which is simply the weakness of any hacker, down to the most ordinary - when he’s plugged in, he can’t defend his own body.

Company enforcers know that. Rival hackers know that. Anyone Chirrut has ever crossed, from the Megacorp that bought out and razed his religious order, to the most recent two-bit mob boss he humiliated and laid bare to the sharks of the underworld, and continuing on down the list, knows that.

So that’s where Baze comes in. 

Baze - to put it in the simplest terms - has a really big gun.

He started life as a fully organic, ordinary genetic human. That’s all ancient history by now, seriously - the reason why his Wuxing IST-Tech 45 plasma-cell cannon has so much concentrated firepower, and why it’s so deadly accurate in his hands, is because strictly speaking, there’s no boundary between the cannon and his hands. Cybernetic implants in his limbs, his body, his eyes - even his brain - turn him into a living weapon, one that maintains the firepower and accuracy even if by some miracle he’s separated from his primary weapon. 

His reputation takes longer to grow and spread than Chirrut’s, in part because it’s a fair few years before anyone realizes the quiet-but-menacing mercenary with minor-but-solid street cred operating in a single medium-size city within the Sino-Pacific Trade Group is connected to the much-rumored but somehow even more elusive bodyguard of the internationally-famous Monk. Is, in fact, the same person. (Chirrut still likes to gleefully send him text strings from shadow ‘net forums regarding wild conspiracy theories pulling together highly improbable shreds of evidence to pinpoint the entirely wrong person as the identity of The Monk’s Protector.)

As Chirrut’s daring deeds spread across cyberspace, undermining corporate structures, propping up rebellions, sabotaging exploitative operations, declawing predators and giving teeth to prey, so too does the manhunt for The Monk. Over the years, Baze stops taking as many merc jobs that require him to leave Chirrut’s side, because he simply cannot trust that his partner won’t hook into the ‘net while he’s gone, dancing with wild abandon across the strands of the matrix that runs their world. And, incidentally, leaving himself a completely empty physical shell lying comatose amongst cushions on the floor of their shared apartment. A heavily fortified apartment, but still.

After one particularly long week, which features three highway chases, four days of hopping from safehouse to safehouse, thirty hired hitmen (spaced out over the week), too much expended ammunition to bear thinking about, and a fuckload of cleanup - flesh-eating nanobots do not come cheap, let me tell you, and neither do plasma cartridges - Baze decides to say something. 

“You could at least take a few paying jobs, since I can’t anymore,” he grumbles while he takes one of his guns apart for maintenance. “Thanks to you,” he adds, because sometimes it takes many repetitions of an idea for Chirrut to come to grips with it.

“Yes, we will eventually starve. Soon I will be nothing but an insubstantial ghost, just a spirit swaying in the digital breeze, blown wherever the matrix wills it. I think I’d make quite an attractive ghost, don’t you think?” Chirrut says, leaning back from his meditation pose and stretching, tilting his chin up and exposing a delicious stretch of throat that has Baze clamping down on a highly annoyed spark of lust. “You, on the other hand, would make for quite a large lump of a corpse, come to think of it. Hmm.”

Baze snorts. “You didn’t act like you were kissing a corpse last night,” he says, and Chirrut waves a hand.

“No, no, you’re right. I prefer you in non-corpse-form. Very well then,” and he unfolds with the startling grace that he has - the same physical capability that’s stymied more than one assassin expecting an infirm, out-of-shape hacker - and bounds over to fold into Baze’s lap, who hastily retracts the gun into his arm compartment. Chirrut cups his cheek, running light fingers over exposed metal ridges and surgery scarring. “For you, my beloved, I will take a paying contract. How much should the Monk charge for his services, I wonder?”

Baze raises an eyebrow under Chirrut’s hand, not bothering to conceal his surprise at his partner’s easy capitulation. “For you? You could probably ask for anything you want. Couple million creds, to start with, and going up from there.”

Chirrut’s pupils contract in the way that indicates he’s pulling something up on his internal HUD. “I have here a humble request,” he says, stretching out the word ‘humble.’ “From someone designating herself Mon Mothma. Came in just a few hours ago.”

Baze raises his other eyebrow. Mon Mothma of Alliance Corp? Everyone in the shadow world knows by now it’s just a front for one of the many proletarian movements seeking to break the grip of the oligarchy. Ironic that she’s funding it with wealth gained through her own corporation. But she can pay handsomely. 

Chirrut bends forward to kiss his eyebrows. “I take it you approve.”

“You’ve vetted it already,” Baze says. 

Chirrut scoffs. “You could have left that thought unvoiced and saved yourself the energy,” he says, and Baze rolls his eyes.

“When’s the verification meeting?”

“Tomorrow, in the Prosperity District. At a very nice café for the finest tea in the region, the reviews tell me.” 

Right in the heart of downtown, in the shadow of every major Megacorp skyscraper in the SPTG. Baze sighs. “I’ll get out your good suit. Try not to get yourself killed.”

“Mon Mothma asked for you, too. By name.” Chirrut smiles radiantly, inordinately pleased for no reason Baze can think of. 

He grunts and wraps his hands around Chirrut’s waist. “We’ll have to pull the rich-asshole-and-his-bodyguard act again.” Baze’s visible modifications aren’t unusual in the bowels of the city, down at street level, but would stand out as unspeakably gauche if he tried to pass himself off as a plutocrat on the 200th floor of some shiny fuck-off corporate complex.

“If we must,” Chirrut dismisses. Then he pushes Baze flat on the floor and slides down, grin glittering wickedly, and proceeds to make Baze prove - repeatedly - that he is very much, definitely, decidedly not a corpse.

(Sidenote: Baze does in fact own a super rad cyberpunk motorcycle that leaves neon streaks in the darkness when he and Chirrut ride through the rain-soaked alleys of their city, because the Rule Of Cool turned the knob up to 11 on this pair, and everyone knows it.)

Scenes From a Vintage Coffee Shop (Lin/Reader)

For day one of write-a-thon that I wasn’t going to do before realising have no life and therefore I might as well. Today was AU so I did the overused coffee shop AU.

Summary: Reader is a stressed student, spending hours between the classes in the local coffeeshop. Lin is the handsome barista who, without fail, manages to hit on you every time. 

Length: 2175 words (longest i’ve written so far)

Warnings: None

Note: reviews give me life and i’m always ready for requests :)


The window seat was taken.

This, usually, would not be a problem, as there were many other seats in the vintage coffee shop. Today, there was only one remaining one, and that was right next to the till.

If you took that seat, not only would you be trodden and stepped on by the infinite line of people trying to squeeze in, but you would also be pressed against the wooden side of the counter. Behind that counter, the flirtatious—and admittedly handsome—barista would use his words in his next attempt to woo you, as he had done for the past month, every day, without fail.

You didn’t think you could take that right now.

It had all started a month ago when you’d first entered the coffee shop, too many bags to handle, sodden with rain and a lost look in your eyes. Chris, the well-known owner of the small café, took immediate pity on you and sent who he deemed his most ‘trustworthy’ of workers to help you out.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, as one of the loose books in your arms dropped to the floor. A blushing, stuttering wreck, you leant down to pick it up, allowing your bag to slip off your shoulder and tip more books out during the descent. “Honestly.”

“You don’t look it,” said a new voice, presumably the helpful worker. “Here, let me get these and help you to a seat.” He stooped down and began to gather a few of your loose books, taking them and your bag into his arms and directing you towards a seat. After making a dangerously-close-to-tipping pile of books on the table, he turned ceremoniously, smiling at his handiwork. “There.”

You tried to ignore how handsome his smile was, or how his eyes seemed to smile, too. In fact, you tried to ignore how attractive the most of him was, and mumbled a quick thanks, flicking your eyes away from his as you sat down.

With a certain flourish, he pulled out a pen and pad. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” You ordered, a hand placed on the stack of books. The worker took this down, slipping through the endless line to get behind the till. You tried to focus as he made your coffee but he was soon back, placing it directly under your nose. “Thanks.” You reached for your wallet.

“Have a good one,” said the worker as he took the money and left, making a beeline for Chris. You watched as the two of them interacted, both grinning at each other, before returning to your work.

It wasn’t until you received the bill did you notice that the worker had scribbled his name on the back of it, watching you curiously from the bar. Lin, read the terrible scrawl. You shook your head.

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The Cockpit

AKA the short story included at the end of special Waterstones copies of Broken Homes, which most of the RoL fandom don’t have access to. I happen to have a copy of that edition, and (seeing as how it’s impossible for the majority of the fandom to access it in any other way) have typed it all up below. Please enjoy, let me know if there are any typos, and note that I do not own copyright etc to the following:

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Bob Morley Imagine: Secretly

Requested 

Summary: Reader and Bob are secretly dating. However, their characters just got together on the show and on a conference everyone teases them about it. It makes them, especially reader, feel uncomfortable. So reader confronts the cast members about it and Bob unintentionally reveals that they are dating which makes cast freak out.

Word count:1353


Originally posted by love-is-equal66

I couldn’t decide if this con was disaster or the best time of my life. It was the first con when I and Bob were a couple. The problem was that no one knew.

We had decided to keep it a secret. In fact I didn’t know why, but it was Bob’s idea. He thought that it would be better because it would prevent us from getting various kinds of reactions from fans. Because this fandom could be really harsh towards the actors and make our lives a living hell.

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The Chemistry of Love

Pt 1

SummaryThere is a chemical formula for LOVE: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin, which can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. 

You didn’t want to feel love, you hated it and you weren’t gonna overdose on it, because to love means to expose oneself, means to be weak. And you didn’t want to be weak; you didn’t want to be weak anymore.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut/fluff 


A/N: Just right out of the oven, I don’t know If I will continue it but I wanted to give it a try, just tell me what you think about it :) 

Inspired by the picture below lol. 

Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language 



It was a sunny Friday day of spring as you walked through campus to get to your first class, you loved spring; air turning warmer, nature starting to grow, days becoming longer… but what you hated about it was seeing the “lovely” couples making out in front of everyone, couldn’t they just do that inside closed doors? Losers, they don’t know is just chemicals in their brains you thought to yourself, one day or another one of them is gonna end up with a broken heart because of some shit the other did, telling the other that it didn’t feel the same anymore instead of telling that he/she was fucking someone else. Love didn’t exist.

Your father left your mother when you were just a baby; It destroyed her in ways you can’t even explain. When you are little people tell you that if a boy treats you wrong it because he likes you, so you grow up with this conception in your mind and when you are older you find yourself crying over some fuckboy who threw you in the trash the moment he got what he wanted. And this circle would repeat itself again and again.  You start to feel the need of physical and emotional affection so you run to the first man who will provide you that, the thing is that they only provide you the physical part, you have fun for a while until you start to feel empty again and when you began to ask for some emotional affection they guy runs away. And that is was what happened to your mother endless of times.

You didn’t have a romantic loving relationship you could look up to when you were younger so when you were just a kid you dreamed about finding someone to love and be loved back like it happened in the movies but with the years that dream began to vanish until the point you didn’t believe in love anymore. For you it were just chemicals in your brain, you didn’t want to admit it but you hated the idea of becoming someone like your mother, a clingy sad person who couldn’t live without a man by her side.

You felt bad for thinking that way but the moment you were able to take off from home you didn’t even though about it. You loved your mother but you despised seeing her fall for some man and then end up drunk, crying all over the floor. You tried to help her several times but it just didn’t work, what made her happy was being with a man, not being with you.

With time and experiences you formed the idea that certain people could never be loved. It just is not their destiny; they are not made for that. And you were one of those people.  You’ve always totally refused to believe that it was important, you always tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that one can be happy being alone, that there are just people who are born for that and other people who are not and you were one of the latter. But at the same time, deep down, you hoped that someday it would change.  It’s like everything and everyone around us says that love is the greatest prize that someone can have in this life, as the most beautiful feeling that one can ever feel. But what if … there are people who are not destined for that? What if, you are a person who will never feel that? It annoyed you and terrified you to your bones to think that the only thing that makes us humans feel fully and purely happy is love.

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The Most Annoying Types of Theme Park Patrons

1. “Do you know who I am!?” VIP, Celebrity, and other snobs.

I don’t care if you are a Platinum Level, VIP, Ambassador Annual Super Elite, “Zeig Heil” Member. It doesn’t entitle you to trespass in employee only areas of the park, to blatantly break out rules, cut in all lines such as food or the bathroom, stay on that island past dusk, or cut in line for the character meet and greets. Nor does it give you the right to be abusive to our staff.

2. Idiots who use Flash Photography, Laser Pointers, and more on Dark Rides

There is a special place in hell for these buffoons.

3. The Rules Don’t Apply To Me/US

The rules are there for YOUR SAFETY. You don’t need to use a selfie stick on a high speed ride, you don’t need to get out of the cart and mess around in the scenery, we are forced to stop the ride and wrangle wayward customers/guests back to the car or out the emergency exit (and out of the park) when they do dumb stunts like that. You don’t need to stand up in the log flume ride.

If you know how to use a seat belt when driving or riding in a car, then you should know how to use one when in an amusement park ride. They’re the same design! Buckle up! Those aren’t there for decoration! Falling out of the ride will mess up your clothes worse than a seat belt or safety harness wrinkling them.

Don’t eat, drink, or smoke on the rides. My brother had a friend with him on a certain indoor, in the dark, space themed roller coaster when his derwood friend opened a soda can halfway through the ride, despite my brother telling him “Augh! Don’t open tha-a-a…!” Soda everywhere. My brother’s friend got booted out of the park, my brother got a stern warning and threatened with being kicked out if he messed up like that.

4. The Oblivious Wanderer/Blocker

You are in a crowded public place, sit down if you want to check your phone, don’t stand in the parade route, don’t walk into other people’s photos, don’t walk into the meet and greet queue and ruin people’s good time. Don’t get angry if people run into you or you run into other people just because you were too stupid to be aware of your surroundings.

5. The Know Nothings

“Where can I get a soda!?” A guest asks while in the refreshments line.

“What park am I at!?”

“Wait, the park is closing in an hour!? I just got here!”

All nonsense spouted by people too lazy to read the website, read their ticket, or to check the map/guides provided for them in every language, or even the signs posted for them.

6. The Know It Alls

These wannabe tour guides can be a little annoying. It’s one thing if it’s a private conversation between your family, or friends to speak of an esoteric fact about a theme park or its history, but you don’t need to loudly brag your knowledge about it in line to everyone or to tell us all what we knew already. We know there is a basketball court inside of the top of that mountain!

7. The Scooter and Stroller Thugs

These people who use scooters despite not needing them really irritate me. There are people who do need them but can’t rent them because you were too lazy to walk or stand. Those scooters and wheelchairs are for the truly disabled or the elderly, not for lazy slugs who don’t want to walk or stand. Those are SCOOTERS, not a crowd battering ram.

The stroller thugs are horrible as well. Great example to set for your kids like that. I don’t blame the kids, but I do blame the parents.

8. The Litterbugs

I don’t care if you paid to get in like everyone else. Littering shows that you have no respect for others. Someone could slip on that and get hurt. Would you want us the park workers to come into your home and toss trash down like that!? There’s a thing called a trash can. We have them all over the parks. Use them.

9. The Whiners:

“But we’ve been waiting ALL DAY to have our picture taken with that character! We waited all week to do this, we have been with our kids all week to ride that ride here or so that the kids can take their picture with that character!”

Ya, amusement parks POST SCHEDULES for meet and greets, and for any rides that are out of service for the day! If you were here at this park every day all week, why didn’t you ride that ride or meet and pose for a photo with that character EARLIER, if it was that important!?

I myself was a “face character” at a certain theme park in socal that is synonymous with expensive and associated with a certain rodent. I wore a short green dress, blonde wig, and wings. I posed with families for photos, and when my meet and greet time was up, the latecomers would demand that I come back and pose with them, but I politely declined, as did the 2 staff/cast members who accompanied me.

10. The Obnoxious Groups:

Grad Night has its share of good and bad schools. There was one local school near where my brother and I grew up that got banned for 5 years from Grad Night at one local theme park after the students shoplifted some stuffed animals. Way to ruin it for everyone for 5 years.

Sometimes groups from other countries don’t realize that you shouldn’t change your clothes in public while waiting in line, and that there are bathrooms in the amusement parks, but the parks themselves ARE NOT A BATHROOM.

Not all youth group members are bad, but when they have some bad apples in the bunch, they really have some doozies. These miscreants who are members of youth groups are the types that go to these meetings for the heat/AC or for the snacks and fun outings, they tag along on youth group meetings and on outings unless it’s for community service activities, these brats cause so much trouble, and give their youth group a bad name. Some of them get banned from the youth group outings or from the youth groups altogether if they misbehave too often, but my point is that the youth groups need to tell their members BEFORE going on excursions to behave themselves.

Best Friend Series; Hoshi/Soonyoung

- you’ve been best friends with hoshi since you guys were kids
- you were nine years old and your dad asked you to go buy some yakult (those korean yogurt drinks in tiny little cups) because you ran out
- you go to the nearest convenience store and buy two packs and after that you’re on your way back home
- so like you’re skipping down the sidewalk and while passing by the park you suddenly hear someone yell “KOKO” before something smashes into you and makes you fall to the ground
- you’re like whO THE FR ICK but when you look up you see a cute little boy with chubby cheeks rubbing his red forehead
- you’re like “are you okay??” and the boy just nods before frantically getting up on his feet and shouting “KOKO” over and over and you’re like ??? who is koko
- apparently you said that out loud because the boy answers “KOKO IS MY PET CHICK I LOST HER”
- you’re like “pet chick??? why would you take your pet chick to the park???”
- he’s like “i wanted to show koko around because she never left the chicken pen i wanted her to have a taste of adventure BUT I LOST HER” and you’re like…… who is this kid
- you watch as he looks everywhere for the chick and he’s like tearing up as he shouts for his baby chick so you ask “……do you want me to help you find her?”
- the boy stops and looks at you with sparkling eyes and he screams “REALLY?? YOU’LL HELP ME??” and you nod and he’s super happy and you’re like what a cute smile
- you and the boy spend the rest of the afternoon looking for the baby chick and after what felt like an hour you find the baby chick chilling in a bush and you’re like… how the heck did you end up here…
- you lift up the chick and it chirps and the boy turns his head so fast you’re like how did you not break your neck
- he runs over to you and takes the chick in his hands and spins around with it while screaming and crying “KOKO I THOUGHT I LOST YOU”
- you’re like what a weird kid but you’re happy he found his pet
- the boy stops turning and runs up to you grinning “thank you so much for helping me find her!!” and you’re like “no problem!!”
- you see that the boy is all sweaty and tired and dirty after running around the park all day looking for his little chick so you rip open your pack of yakult and you give him one
- “this is for your hard work” you say and the boy just takes it with the most amazed look on his face you’re like it’s just a yakult you can calm down LOL
- he then asks “what’s your name??”
- you’re like woah this is out of nowhere but it’s (name) what about you??
- and this fricking KID strikes a pose and goes like NAEGA HOSH
- it’s silent
- until you burst out laughing
- he says “actually my name’s soonyoung but everyone calls me hoshi!!” and you’re like what a cute
- he then asks “can you meet me here again tomorrow?? i want to give you something as thanks for helping me find koko” and you’re like “uhhh okay sure”
- you get home and your dad’s like wtf took you so long the convenience store is only like ten mins away but you explain to him what happened and he doesn’t believe you and you’re like BUT IT’S TRUE
- the next day you go back to the park at the same time as the day before to find hoshi there with a bag in his hands
- when you approach him he hands you the bag and it’s filled with FRESH CHICKEN EGGS and you’re like what’s this for??
- he says “it’s for helping me find koko, thank you for your hard work!! these are the best eggs because her mom hatched them”
- and this my friend is a memory that you and hoshi still laugh about to this day
- to keep your childhood memories alive, every time you guys worked hard for a project or studied hard or did anything that required hard work basically, you guys find some cool spot around town and drink yakult while talking isn’t that cute
- hoshi’s the type who’s down for anything (nothing illegal though ofc)
- you could be like hoshi let’s get handcuffed to each other for a week and he’d be like YES and probably make up a speech about how it will strengthen your friendship
- reaaally good at dancing and always tries to teach you the dances he knows
- when he joins dance competitions you’re always there to cheer him on
- loves singing too so he’s always down to go karaoke!!
- he used to be self-conscious about his 10:10 eyes but after you told him you loved them, he grew to love his eyes
- but now he always has to mention when it’s 10:10am or 10:10pm and you’re like okay i know i heard it the past thousands of times hoshi I KNOW
- he lends you his pyjamas when you sleep over at his house
- puns and lame jokes together all the time but when his jokes are really bad you either slap your forehead or cringe
- when your jokes are really bad he laughs really hard and you both just end up rolling on the floor crying for the next ten mins
- always drags you into going into haunted houses with him even though he’s absolutely terrified lmao
- “psh i wasn’t scared it’s called acting
- always gets in trouble because he always accidentally screams excitedly over the smallest things
- sometimes you meet him at his family’s farm and you see him just laughing and playing with koko who’s thankfully still alive
- accidentally calls you koko sometimes and you’re like wtf
- and he’s like well it makes sense because you’re a…… chick FINGERS GUNS and you just slap the back of his head
- it’s too hard to stay mad at him. because of this he gets away with anything and it’s all your fault because you’re WEAK
- ALWAYS taking pictures of you guys
- you found it annoying at first but you get to see how you guys grew up together and you love it!!
- hoshi likes taking pictures with the exact same pose as a picture you guys took from years ago so you two can compare then and now
- but not much has changed because you’re both still as close as EVER
- when he goes to the convenience store or any little shop, he always gets two of everything he needs to buy one for him and one for you
- for your birthday, he always throws this huge birthday party for you but he always effs up like last year he set the tablecloth on fire
- “FIYAAAH CALL ME FIYAH HOSH”
- there’s just never a boring day with hoshi
- no matter how bad your day is, no matter how heartbroken or sad or angry you are
- he always finds a way to make you feel better
- “hoshi”
- “hm?”
- “you’re the best”
- “you are too, (name)”

BTS reaction: you are a make up artist/stylist of Big Hit that looks cold, but actually is nice and kind hearted so they fall for you:

There is your request @leellajk 

I’m sorry, it didn’t went well, but hope you won’t be dissatisfied

Namjoon:

You were Namjoon’s personal stylist who get him ready for a photoshoot. Ever since he tried to talk to you the conversation was cold and tence. He thought that you will never get along as your characters are too different, but his mind on you has changed. He was drinking a coffee on a break and spilled it accidentally on his shirt so you had to fix this.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to spoil everything”

“Hey, Namjoon listen. Everything is okay. I have been working in this industry for long time so you are not the first and not the least.”

You gave him a warm and calming smile. The idea “wow, she can be soft as well” appeared in his mind. Since that day he is your friend who has head over heels for you.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Jin:

You were BTS’s new hair stylist who set Jin’s hair for a performance. You two were working in silence as Jin had heard that you are not so talkative. He just stared at you in the mirror thinking whether to begin conversation or not. But, you ended styling him and Jin had to go on stage. He decided to talk to you after the performance.

“Y/N….ehm. Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“You don’t like me, right?”

“Who told you that?”

“I mean, you are always so quiet when I’m around. So..”

“The matter is that it’s difficult for me to meet new people. I’m scared of what they would think about me”

“Aww, you are so awkward. I didn’t expect you to be so. Would you mind going out with me for a cup of tea and tell me some more about youself?”

Originally posted by nnochu

Suga:

Here y/n would be not a stylist, but photographer. Hope, it’s nothing

Min Suga was about to realise a new hit of Agust D so he was doing a promo photoshoot. You were the best photographer of Seoul who worked with the best out of best such as CL, GD, Hyuna, EXO, WINNER and many others. There was no doubt that Suga’s photoshoot gonna be made by such a professional. When you started working, only thing you talked about was how Yoongi should pose or turn his face. He is the type who likes non-talkative ones, but not when it comes to the girl that he began to like.

“Are you always so silent?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard that. Are you always not talking much or is it just because of me.”

“I should not speak with you about stuff that doesn’t concern to work.  You manager gave me clear instructions on how to act.”

“Hm, such a good girl. Never break rules, yeah? Okay, let’s meet somewhere out of that “professional” shit and enjoy ourselves”

Originally posted by glitchyoongi

J-Hope:

Hoseok’s hair stylist who he had been working with for 3 years had left the company so J-Hope wasn’t keen on the idea to start working with a new one, who doesn’t know anything about which hairstyles suites him and which don’t. He was sitting with dissatisfied facial impression when you came in. You thought it would be better not to talk to him in order not to make him feel more displeased. At the same time, Hope was regreting his behaviour as he thought that you are pretty cute and good-looking.

“Y/N, I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“I didn’t want to make you think that i’m a spoilt celebrity. I was just sad that my previous hairstylist had left. I know you felt bad since we didn’t talked much”

“Oh, thanks God. I felt like you hated me.”

“ No way. You are too cute to be hated”

He gave you a sincere smile and after that you knew you are going to make friends and Hoseok already had plans on you

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

Jimin:

BTS were about to perform Blood, sweat & tears during their American Wings tour. You had to help Jimin to dress his costume and add some suitable accessories. That was your fisrt time working with BTS so you didn’t know what should you do. When you came to Jimin he asked you whether you was new to Big Hit.

“Hi, I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you. Are you new?”

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I just joined the company”

After that the dialogue didn’t take shape. Both of you were keeping silince. Jimin was only looking down on the floor and not in your eyes. You thought that he disliked you. After a concert Namjoon came to you.

“Y/N, you look upset. What happend?”

“Oh, I think Jimin isn’t happy that I’m here”

“He had asked me advice on how to get closer to you. Do you still think he isn’t happy that you are here.”

Originally posted by kookielife

V:

When you began working for Big Hit, your boss told you to do make up for BTS. You were on cloud nine as they are your faves and became even happier when they told you to work with Taehyung. He was your main bias so you was extra excited. You were worried about saying something wrong so you decided not to talk a lot. 

“Y/N, how are you doing everything so perfect?”

“I have been learning for 5 years.”

“Wow, you should teach me how to be so diligent or something”

“Maybe one day I will”

“Do you feel uncomfotable around me?”

“I’m sorry,  I’m just worried about the first working day with you”

“So let’s meet somewhere and get to know each other better”

Originally posted by ta3taetae

Jungkook:

It was your first working day. BTS were prepairing to sing their new comeback song on stage of M Countdown. You had to try hard and make Jungkook’s makeup look perfect. You were drawing his waterline when a question came out of nowhere.

“Y/N, you can refuse of working with me and choose another member. It would be ok with me”

“Why would I want to?”

“You are so cold to me, I must be annoying you”

“Jungkook, you are not annoying me. I’m just trying to make you look even more perfect”

“Y/N, you are the only perfect one in here”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Peace, Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Prompt: Reader likes making Oak baked goods. (Which I interpreted as ‘Reader owns a bakery’.)

Words: 1288

Author’s Note: It’s still 10:20 where I live, so technically I still put out a fic on Friday…whoops a little late!

Warnings: None?

Askbox | Masterlist


“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to turn at the sound of the bell above the door chiming.

“Even for your favorite customer?” You instantly recognized the voice and spun to greet him with a smile.

“Customer usually implies you pay. You show up unannounced and charm your way into a box of free pastries.” You teased your old friend, who in turn leaned against the counter and shrugged casually.

“I distinctly remember striking up a deal. Free food for free tickets.” Oak grinned when you squealed in excitement.

“You got it?”

“I got it! Orchestra, right in the middle so you have an unobstructed view of my beautiful face.” He struck a few poses as you snatched the ticket from his hand, confirming its existence.

“I owe you five million free pastries! You have to bring some in for the crew, as a thank you.” You immediately got to work, stuffing as many baked goods as you could into various pink boxes from behind the counter.

“Don’t you have actual paying customers to feed?” Oak’s voice rang out. You popped up from behind the glass display case with four boxes stuffed to the brink.

“Screw them!” You insisted, pushing the boxes into his empty hands. “Thank you, I promise not to embarrass myself in front of them!”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!” He called to you as you pushed him out the door, knowing he was on the brink of running late for the first show of the day. “See you tonight!” You stood at the glass door, watching for a moment as he struggled under the mass of boxes while crossing the busy street.

You sighed, making sure the ticket was secure in your pocket before flipping the sign at the door from ‘closed’ to ‘open’.


“Oak, let me help!” Random people called, each taking one box from him and placing it on the common table.

“What are these?” Daveed asked, raising his brow and investigating the closest box.

“My friend owns a bakery and is seeing the show tonight, she wanted to give these to you guys for luck.” That was all it took for the rampage to start. The entire cast and crew acted as vultures around the boxes, barely leaving crumbs behind.

“I call the croissant! My wife will kill me if I don’t bring one home for her!” Lin called over everyone, who parted for him to take claim over a few treats. He took note of the bakery’s name for future use before sauntering over to Oak with a skip in his step.

“So…” He started, “This friend of yours…” He wiggled his eyebrows, much to the displeasure of Oak. “They’re the friend, huh?”

“Shut up.” Oak grumbled, snatching his usual chocolate chip muffin, snapping a picture of the cast as they swarmed around the few remaining pastries, and stomped off to his dressing room.


“I cried before you even came out.” You insisted.

“Nothing sad even happens in the first few minutes!” He responded, tugging at your hand as he ushered you backstage.

“I know, but I knew what was coming.” You whispered, very aware of where you were. You dragged you across the rotating floor without stopping, weaving through the halls before stopping in what appeared to be a makeshift kitchen.

“Hello, hello!” Called the very last person Oak wanted in contact with you tonight, Lin. “The baker has arrived!”

“The genius!” You shot back, noticing Oak’s discomfort, “Oak says you’re not that smart in real life.”

“Guilty.” He shrugged, twisting his hair up into a makeshift bun, “Thanks for the goodies this morning, by the way! Oak’s been keeping you a secret for too long.” Lin elbowed him, eliciting a grunt and a whine from Oak, who had stayed awfully quiet during this interaction.

“My bakery is the best kept secret in New York.” You insisted as Oak grumbled something about seeing his dressing room before Anthony and Daveed left for the night.

“I’ll let you kids get to it.” Lin saluted, zipping his hoodie up and preparing himself for the crowd that had more than likely gathered outside the stage door. “Peace!” He threw up the peace sign, taking his leave as Oak dragged you away.

“He seemed nice.” You told him, trying to make conversation. He didn’t respond, and you wondered why Lin was such a sore subject for him.


“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to look up from the register.

“Sorry, just here for the croissants!” Lin called, pulling his headphones down to wrap around his neck. “My wife, Vanessa, she loved the one I brought home last night. Thought I’d stop in?” He made his way to the counter, leaning against it just as Oak had the morning before.

“You guys are always welcome here, closed or not.” You got to work packaging a few croissants and a cookie. A treat for his son, you thought. “Can I ask you something?” You pushed the bag across the counter, shaking your head when he tried to pull out his wallet.

“Shoot.”

“Are you and Oak friends? He was kind of cold after we talked to you last night.”

He winced at the question.

“It’s just…I know things.”

“Things? Well, you’re a certified genius, hopefully you know something.” He let out a single loud laugh, and you prided yourself in being witty enough to elicit the sound.

“I mean, it’s not really my place to say. Oak, he’s a quiet guy. He likes to talk, though. Most of the time we talk, it’s about you.”

“Me?” You pointed to yourself, as if there was another you living somewhere that he could be referring to.

“It’s very cute, if not a little annoying. Although, now that I’ve met you and earned your trust enough to get free croissants.” He grabbed the bag off the counter, “The praise is well earned.” He took in your dumbstruck expression, “If you feel the same way about him, you should talk to him. He’s got a few things to say.” He threw up his peace sign again as he backed out the door and across the street towards the theater.


You were very grateful the doorman had recognized you on sight. With the cover story of ‘Oh, I’m bringing Oak lunch!’ and a wrapped panini in your grasp, it only took a minute for you to be let through.

You passed through pretty much unnoticed save for a few people who thanked you again for the treats from the day before. You nodded, stopping to ask where you would find Oak. They all pointed the way back towards the kitchen area you had been in before.

He sat at the table, scrolling through his phone and sipping from a water bottle, half in costume. He looked up as you entered, unsure how or why you had come.

“Y/N?”

“Hi. Lunch.” You pushed the sandwich into his hands before he could protest, “Also, do you want to go out tomorrow?”

He looked back and forth from the panini to you, wondering how the two were related.

“Uh, yes?”

Inside, a parade was running through your head. On the outside, you played it cool. Letting a simple smile grace your lips, you tried to casually back out with your head held high. You eventually ran into a wall, and then another person.

Finally, you took your leave, throwing up Lin’s signature peace sign as you ducked out.

The pieces began to put themselves together. The familiar box Lin carried in this morning. The peace sign. The smug grin Lin wore all morning.

Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Oak called, pushing out of his chair as he heard a distant scream of panic.

Soulmate AU (John Laurens x Reader)

Words: 1,144

Soulmate AU where when you get beauty marks, scars, cuts, etc they also appear on your soulmate, but don’t cause them any pain. Modern.

Warnings: A bit of self negativity and Maria being your friend, wingman and sassmaster.

(First fic on here! Wooh! Please go head and send requests, say hello, or tell me if there’s a weird spelling or grammar mistake in here.)


“What happened to your face?” A smile came across John’s face when he was asked this question as he sat down at his friends’ usual table.

“I have no idea,” he declared, proud of the horizontal streak being displayed on his nose. For a moment there was an air of bewilderment before realization dawned.

“My, ton âme sœur must be quite the character for you to have all of these odd marks appear this frequently,” Lafayette remarked, it being the second time in the past week where John had acquired a peculiar new mark, likely being from some sort of injury.

“I find it kinda reassuring, you know?” John reached for the faint stripes that appeared on his neck a few days prior. “Like a constant reminder that there’s a real, living and breathing person who was made for me.”


When you walked into the bar you immediately spotted your friend Maria, her having saved a stool for you. Maria wasted no time before sending a pointed look to the band-aid stuck to the middle of your face.

“What did you do to your face?” You pouted at the nonchalant way she posed her question.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Maria took a sip of her drink, her expression unmoved. You sighed in defeat. “I was standing too close to a pinata.” Her eyes widened.

“Did you get hit with a bat?”

“No! I was hit by the pinata.” Maria snorted, causing you to sulk further. “It was pointy and hurt and it started bleeding!” You rubbed the afflicted area in self pity while your friend silently judged you for clumsy nature.

“Maybe if you didn’t hide all of your cuts and bruises you would’ve found your soulmate by now,” she cocked an eyebrow at your both terrified and dumbfounded face. “You’re still scared you’re not going to meet them until you’re old and dying, right?”

“I don’t want them to know I’m a klutz!” You exclaimed. at your exclamation you attempted to swing your hand out in emphasis, instead hitting it against the bar. 

“I’m sure they already know,” She rolled her eyes.

You cradled your hand as a small bruise began to form. “I was thinking about trying to date someone who’s not my soulmate. You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

“Wouldn’t personally recommend it, but yes. Where is this coming from?” You paused for a moment to think of your answer. A million things raced through your mind, worries and insecurities you’ve had about not being good enough for your designated significant other.

“Well, I think a lot about who my soulmate is, and I’m worried that they won’t like me or want to be around me because I’m accident-prone. I have zero good luck. You know this.”

“I do know this. I also know that you’re being ridiculous. Your soulmate is literally designed to fall in love with you. You realize that, right?” You half-halfheartedly glared at her, knowing she had a point. “And I don’t think they’ll care about you being accident prone since in any case you’re both getting the sames scars at the end.” Dejected by the truth behind her words, you slouched against the wooden bar.

“I really just want someone to love me.”

“You and me both.” Maria finished her drink before standing up with a stretch. “I’m going to the bathroom. Order me another drink when I’m gone?”

“Sure thing,” you nodded, waving at bartender to get a second drink for your friend and one for yourself. It seemed like no time passed at all before Maria was back at your side.

“Y/N. Bandage. Off. Now.” Maria made unwavering eye contact as she made her demand. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Huh?”

“Look behind you.” You not-so subtly turned around on your seat, looking for whatever she could possibly want you to look at. “See him?” You squinted, looking back and questioning her. “Curly hair. Freckles.” You huffed.

“Just because we both have freckles doesn’t mean we’re soulmates.” You sat back down, annoyed at what you thought was Maria being insensitive towards you right after having a conversation about potentially giving up on finding your soulmate.

“We both know you didn’t get your freckles from your family.” You bit your lip. She had a point. “Turn back around, he has a mark right where you’re covering your face.” You glanced back and gasped, a hand shooting towards your face.

“There’s no way the pinata did that to me!” Maria pulled your hand away from your face.

“Uh-huh. Take off your bandage so I can see, and I’ll be the judge of that!”

“There’s no way I’d meet him right now. That’s too unlikely,” Maria went to grab the bandage, causing you to lean backwards. “I am not emotionally ready to face this situation.”

“Hush, you’re fine,” as your guard was momentarily down Maria ripped the bandage from your nose, revealing the pinata-caused wound. You grimaced at the stinging wound while Maria gawked at it, making you squirm under her gaze. Calmly, almost too calm you thought, she grabbed your hands in hers. “You’re going to thank me for this later,” she stated without context. As you breathed in to question her she swerved your stool around so you were facing the table of the curly-haired guy she made you eye up. “Hey, Freckles!” she called in his direction.

To your horror, the right person actually looked over. At that moment you regretted every life choice you’d made that led up to this situation.

His gaze first went to Maria, who had initially gotten his attention. It looked as if he was about to turn away when for a split second his eyes met yours. After noticing you he turned back around completely, studying your face(You wish you could say you were doing the same- your vision was being blurred by tears of excitement and fear) and the different marks that littered your face. 

While you felt like your heart stopped, the biggest grin spread across his face.

When he bolted towards you and pulled you into a hug, it finally dawned on you that wow. This guy really doesn’t know who you are but he likes you.

As he pulled away to get a better look at you, you studied his features. You observed the concerned look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed because you hadn’t said anything to him yet and he wiped away tears that you didn’t realize were falling from your eyes.

Finally a smile broke out onto your face once you realized that everything was going to be okay, even though you were terrified and didn’t know what to do. You pulled him into another hug, letting out a small laugh filled with joy and relief.

“I’m John Laurens,” he introduced himself, still in your embrace.

“Y/N L/N, pleasure to meet you!”


(Part two!)

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RFA+V+Saeran Reacts to MC’s Strange Music Tastes

AKA Mc has complete and utter shit taste in music and they must suffer along with her (*゜▽゜ノノ゛☆ (This is so silly I’m so sorry)


Zen

- While you were cleaning, you had decided to put on your favorite musical (sans Zen) and wash the dishes.

- I mean, there wasn’t a lot, but it gave you an excuse for being so slow with them

- Of course, as cheesy as the musical was, you found yourself singing along the best you could, despite the language barriers

- And of course, while you were attempting to belt out both lines to the duet, Zen decided to come home

- At first he was extremely confused. Was that English? Did you know English? Why didn’t you ever mention that! That was so impressive!

- But once he notices you have no idea he’s there, and you’re singing your heart out, he slowly steps up behind you, peering at the….weird musical on your laptop.

- “Babe, if you wanted to sing a duet, you could have told me.”

- You jumped, having water and suds splash back at you, as Zen chuckled and apologizes.

- “Ah, sorry babe, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you watching though?”

- With a very red (and soapy face) you explain your love of this musical’s soundtrack, even though it’s… Not on the great side.

- But the moment you admit its a favorite of yours, he’s talking about a movie night and that the two of you could probably watch it tonight.

- (God, Zen, Please no)

- Honestly, when the two of you did manage to watch it, he didn’t tease you too much for loving the songs due to how embarrassed you were

- I mean…He’s definitely sung worse.

Jumin

- After a long and annoying workday, he often found it comforting to see you and Elizabeth 3rd bonding.

- But coming home to a speaker system blaring god awful noise, and Elizabeth 3rd in your arms as you rocked your hips in time with the music, was not exactly what he found comforting.

- After taking a moment to find the stereo remote and quickly turning it down, he took a deep breath before speaking.

- “Mc. What are you doing to Elizabeth 3rd.” His voice was so monotone you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

- “I, uh, was just dancing with her to some music. She’s okay, see?”

- You turned to face him, showing how lazily Elizabeth 3rd was curled in your arms.

- It didn’t stop him from slowly taking her out of your grasp and holding her close.

- “That was music?”

- “Uhm….Yes…Electro kinda swing music.” Embarrassed already, you turned to go cut the stereo off completely, trying to avoid his gaze.

- Of course that didn’t stop his questions

- He went on and on. What was Electric Swing? Why did it sound like his phone was dropping a call with someone in an old records store? What was the weird slang?

- After spending around an hour showing him examples, why you were listening to it, explaining to him how he could use urban dictionary for most slang questions, he finally let the subject drop for a bit.

- “Do a lot of people listen to this type of music?”

- “Not really, I just have shit taste in music, honestly.”

- Catching on that you feel a bit embarrassed, he decided to clear his throat.

- “Well, I rather….Like it.” (He did not) “It’s….unique.”

- “Jumin, you don’t have to lie-”

- “No, no, teach me how to dance in tune with this. You were dancing with Elizabeth 3rd, and I will admit I was a bit jealous.”

- This dork. But… At least he was willing to at least pretend he liked it, and not tease you.

Seven

- So, Seven was busy working. Usually when he was in so deep into his work, you could literally say or do anything and he wouldn’t notice. And hey, you had listened to music before when he was like this. Why not listen to the one song that had been stuck in your head all day?

- You loaded up your playlist, took another look at him as you started up your music. When he didn’t react whatsoever, you popped up your internet browser and started to goof around offline, enjoying your music.

- You zoned out pretty quickly, not paying attention as it switched to a very perverse song, and Seven finally perking up from his own computer screen.”

- “….Mc, what are you listening to?”

- “Hm?” You refocused on the lyrics, recognizing one of your japanese songs playing. You cringed a bit, not realising the language change to hide from Seven, but, oh well. “It’s just a silly song.”

- “….A silly song about prostitutes?”

- You felt the color drain from your face. “You know what it was saying?”

- “You really think out of all the languages I’ve learned, japanese wouldn’t be on that list?” He smirked as you groaned and covered your face. “So, uh, were you in the mood? Were you wanting to try those things she was saying? Like makin-”

- “Don’tyoufuckingdare.”

- He busted out laughing, getting out of his computer chair to walk over and ruffle your hair. 

- “But I mean, seriously, are you in the mood because…”

- “…Okay, fine.”

Yoosung

- Okay, so Yoosung probably has the same amount of shit taste of music as you do. At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you finally bring over some of your games to play at his house.

- You told him you loved shooters, scary games, or just basically anything with a good story plot.

- But…You hadn’t told him about your love for a certain music game yet.

- Once you two were all settled in his room with gaming drinks and snacks, you let out a deep breath.

- “Yoosung….Please don’t judge me for this.”

- ???

- You turned on the game, a certain popular computer idol filling the screen in such a cute pose. You expected him to laugh at you, to wiggle around uncomfortably trying to figure out if you were a ‘real’ gamer or not.

- But he just let out a little chuckle.

- “Mc, why would I judge you for that? A lot of my friends play some of her games. They like her music, too! I guess that goes without saying…”

- You looked at him in shock. “What!?”

- “Yeah, I kinda wanted to play it too. Will you show me?”

- Oh my god, you loved this man.

Jaehee

- When you two closed the cafe down at night, you would start a playlist the two for you set up filled with your favorite chore songs and start cleaning. It helped speed things up, and helped the two of you have a few cute moments.

- She would hum along with some of Zen’s songs, or other songs from musicals. If you starting signing along, she would slowly join you, both of you giggling afterwards.

- It wasn’t often a song of yours popped up, mainly due to the fact you wanted to try and hear her sing as much as possible, but tonight one of your favorites popped on and you didn’t have the heart to skip it.

- So soon, as the slow music started playing, you steadily stopped sweeping, swaying side to side with the broom in your hand.

- Jaehee tried to hide her laugh as she watched, failing a bit. “Mc, what are you doing?”

- “I love this song soo much, it’s so relaxing.”

- She listened to the lyrics, some strange japanese tinted broken english, and was lucky she was able to understand it. Lingering affects of working with such a huge business, even though she hadn’t had to use english in a while.

- But you put your broom aside and held your arms out to her.

- “I know it’s silly, but dance with me, please? I’ve always wanted to dance with someone to this song.”

- Aaaaa, you were making her face so red.

- She walked over, letting you wrap your arms around her and sway to the music. Slowly she did the same, resting her head on yours and letting her shoulders drop a bit.

- Even though it was a strange song…. It was nice being able to do this with you, especially if it made you happy.

V

- Usually when he came home, he was used to you being somewhere in the living room, since it was connected to the front door. 

- I mean it’s not like he absolutely needed your help, but it was always sweet walking up and hearing you hop off the couch to hug him and subtly try to guide him where he needed to go

- Instead, he was greeted by some solemn sounding music coming from the bedroom. After a bit of of navigating, he made it in, the music nearly blasting.

- As the crescendo lowered, he spoke up a bit.

- “Mc?”

- “I’m laying on the bed.”

- He nodded, finding a spot where the bed didn’t dip too much and sat down, happy he managed to sit beside you but a safe distance.

- He listened to the music pick up again, a male voice sounding low and grief stricken. Due to being overseas and picking up some english, he recognized some words, but not all.

- “Mc, what is this?”

- “It’s like…A novel, but an album? Each song tells a continuous story, but it’s so… I don’t know. Sad, but good?”

- “Are you feeling okay?”

- “…A bit. I don’t know.”

-  He took off his glasses, placing them in his shirt pocket and carefully laying down. Once his hand found yours, he managed to pull you to him, encouraging you to snuggle up.

- “Do you want me to listen to this with you?”

- “…Yeah.”

- He didn’t understand the lyrics fully, or why you were wanting to listen to something sad, but he just kissed your forehead and let you zone out to the music.

- Later on, when he found out that album helped you become more creative, he was wanting you to explain and translate a bit of it for him on the off chance it would inspire him as well.

Saeran

- You were a bit ashamed of your music tastes around him, especially since he wasn’t afraid to tell you if something you liked was ridiculous or not (to him, at least), but he managed to find out anyway.

- You were just picking up a bit since the two of you still lived with Seven and the house was horrible, and you were humming along with your music blasting from your headphones. Since it was loud, and you were more focused on cleaning in time with the music, you didn’t notice Saeran had been trying to talk to you.

- Until he yanked out your earbud.

- You yelped, even though it didn’t hurt too much, and turned to scold at him, but he spoke before you could.

- “How many times do I have to tell you to let him clean up his own mess? He won’t learn otherwise,” He paused for a moment, hearing the music coming from the earbud in his hand. “What kind of emo shit is this?”

- You frowned, yanking the earbud back away from him. “Don’t try to act like you don’t listen to this kind of music!”

- “I did when I was younger, and now I’m an adult, Mc. Something you’re apparently not.”

- Ooooho! That jerk. You cut off your mp3, bringing out your phone instead.

- “Don’t try to hide it!”

- “I’m not hiding anything, Mc.”

- Your fingers typed away on your phone, searching for a song you knew he couldn’t argue against.

- “…What are you doing?”

- You smiled as you found good audio of the song, pressing play and turning the volume up. He looked confused, until a certain G note rang out, and he instantly looked furious.

- “Don’t you play that shit, cut it off. “

- “Nope~!”

- “Mc, I swear to fucking god-”

- The vocals started, and you sang along with them, causing him to start stomping out of the room. But, you followed him anyway, making him yell at you more.

- “I will ruin your phone if you keep this up!”

- “Apologize, then I’ll cut it off!”

- The only thing stopping your argument was Seven coming home, and him even laughing at your music choices.

- You just couldn’t win with either of them.

In Sickness And In Health

Hi! I bet you weren’t expecting a oneshot today, eh? I was rewatching Phil’s ‘‘Why I Can’t Go Back to the Gym’‘ video and inspiration came to me. I gave it a more dramatic tone than Phil did on the video, but you know how this goes, we love drama.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and as always, every type of feedback is welcome!

summary: Dan takes care of Phil after his gym incident

word count: 1.8k

trigger warnings: vomiting

The sunlight streaming from his bedroom curtains woke Dan up. He turned his face away from the light before picking up his phone and looking at the time it was. He flipped down on his stomach and started browshing his social media, liking some posts on Tumblr… It was a nice start to his day to be honest.

His eyes flicked up to the top of the phone and decided that it was time to have some proper breakfast, probably some fruit and cereal… Yeah, it sounded good and healthy. Now that he and Phil had signed up to the gym he should start at least eating a few more fruits and drinking more water.

Speaking of Phil… He got up and exited his bedroom, the carpet tickling his feet as he walked towards the kitchen only to find Phil filling a water bottle. And was he wearing his sportwear…? “Morning Dan” he heard him say, offering him a small smile.

“Are you going to the gym now? You are all dressed up for it at least” Dan commented, pointing at his colourful sneakers that said “cool shoes”.

“Yes, just grabbing this water bottle before I go” the blue eyed said, putting the cap back on the bottle and walking to the bag that was sitting on the counter, throwing it inside and picking his belongings. “Well, see you later Dan!” and he made his way out of the kitchen, making his way down the stairs a bit faster than he intended.

“See you! Don’t work yourself up too much!” Dan shouted, knowing Phil was already at the end of the steps.

“I wont!” were Phil’s last words as he closed the front door.

It was going to be a lonely morning…

____________

Dan had just finished his breakfast and was about to switch on his laptop to check some emails when he heard a clinking of keys and the front door open. It had to be Phil, no one else had the keys to their flat… But Phil was at the gym, right? He checked the time and saw that not even half an hour had passed since he had left for the gym, it was impossible that he had worked out that fast on his first day!

“Phil?” Dan asked waryly, pocking his head onto the hallway not really knowing what to expect.

But he didn’t receive any response, he only heard the quick steps Phil made to the toilet and the fast closing and locking of the door. Dan was about to go back to his sofa crease when he heard retching sounds coming from the locked door. Phil was feeling sick…

Dan ran to the toilet door and knocked a few times after the vomiting sounds had stopped, “Phil?” He didn’t hear any response, just the flusing of the toilet and the closing of the tap.

He was about to knock again but he heard the familiar sound of the lock and stepped back a bit so Phil could properly open the door. “Dan… I…” a croacked voice called him once the door was fully opened, a slighty green-faced and shaky Phil walking towards him, his blue eyes a bit watery.

Dan grabbed his forearms, stilling him a bit so he wouldn’t lose his balance.

“Hey, c'mon, let’s go to the bathroom so you can clean your teeth” Dan softly told him, guiding him towards it, “I will bring you your pjs so you can change those sweaty clothes, okay?” Phil just nodded and sat at the edge of the bathub so he could untie his shoes.

The brown haired rapidly made his way up the stairs and grabbed Phil’s pjs making his way back to the bathroom faster than he thought he could run. Just as he entered the bathroom again he noticed Phil was finishing cleaning his teeth, the green of his face fading a bit but he was still shaking.

“Here,” Dan handed him the pjs, which Phil took with trembling hands, “I’ll make you some tea so your stomach can settle down. Just go into your bedroom when you have finished changing, okay?” Phil just nodded and Dan walked upstairs again thinking what could have made Phil feel so sick.

He started heating the water and taking out one of Phil’s favourite mugs hoping it would cheer him up a bit. Dan was deep in thought while preparing the tea, thinking what could have made the blue eyed feel so sick. They had a heavy dinner last night, that was true, and maybe due to the exercise… But he was just running on a treadmill, it couldn’t be that bad. Maybe it was just a stomach bug…

He checked that the tea wasn’t too hot and started walking towards Phil’s bedroom, where he found the owner under the blue and green duvet, shaking still.

“Hey, I brought you some tea” he announced as he closed the bedroom door and put the mug on the nightstand, sitting on the side of the bed so he could put a hand on Phil’s shoulder as comfort.

Phil slowly sat up, rearranging the pillows so he was comfier and took the mug that Dan had made for him, “Thank you” he said with a hoarse voice, drinking a a few sips of the tea, feeling the instant warm through his body.

“Feeling better?” Dan asked a bit worried, hoping the tea was helping.

Phil nodded slowly, setting the mug on his beside table again, “Yeah, the tea helped, at least I’m not green anymore, right?”

“No, you have your usual white porcelain skin back, don’t worry” Dan reassured him, giving him a smile but soon a concerned frown appeared on his face “Do you think you are getting sick? A stomach bug maybe?”

Phil slid down so now he was lying on his left side facing Dan but not looking at him, just mindlessly drawing patterns on the mattress. “No, I’m not getting sick… It’s just…” Phil was really hesitating if he should tell Dan what really had happened. He would be grossed out for sure, and he was a bit embarrassed about it but he trusted Dan.

“I arrived and Leon was waiting for me,” Phil wanted to continue but Dan interrupted him.

“Leon?”

“The guy who was going to teach me how to use the machines… Anyways, I told him I just wanted to do some treadmill running or cycling but he didn’t listen and he practically pushed me to lift a giant tire.”

Dan frowned at this, “I suspect you did tell him no, right?”

“Must admit it’s in my nature not to deny things and I ended up lifting it. I tried to say no but it was too late.” Phil mused, still distractedly making patterns on the bed.

“Phil, you need to learn how to stand up for yourself! You cannot be polite everytime!” Dan told him, a bit annoyed by Phil’s behaviour but more at the personal trainer for not listening to him.

“I know Dan, and I’m trying too but for me it’s too hard!” Phil groaned, frustrated at his politeness in uncomfortable situations.

“Well, don’t worry about it,” Dan put a comforting hand on his forearm as support, “continue please.”

“I started feeling dizzy and I tried to stop but he was shouting to ‘keep going!’ and I was so scared that I kept lifting it, and it was just the warm up Dan! The warm-up!” the blue eyed lifted his voice, emphasizing the last words.

“Tell me at least he took you to the treadmill after it.”

“No… He made me do burpees, I didn’t even know what that was!” Phil groaned again and rolled so now he was lying on his back, his head hitting the soft pillows. “And that’s when I started feeling pretty nauseous…”

“I guess you stopped doing the burpees, right?” Dan inquired.

“Yeah I did, I was not really feeling well and my stomach was getting more upset so I finally told Leon that I just wanted to run on the freaking treadmill and he finally listened and brought me to the machine room.” Phil explained, looking at the white ceiling.

“Why do I feel this story is not done, yet?” the brown haired said, repositioning himself better on the bed, lifting his left leg to the matress so he could look at Phil’s face.

“Because it’s not…” Phil sighed before continuing, “I was already running on the treadmill and he was explaining the differen modes and everything but then I started to feel really really queasy and wanted to throw up…”

“Please Phil, tell me you stopped running and went to the bathroom not to puke all over Leon” Dan said, running a hand through his curls.

“I… I just…” Phil started saying, his lips trembling a bit at the thought of what had happened, “I threw up, but not on Leon… I threw up inside my mouth and he asked me a question so to answer him I had to swallow it.” Phil rushed his words, hoping Dan wouldn’t understand what he said and turned around not to face him while grabbing the duvet higher so he could hide inside.

“Phil…” Dan sofly said. Yeah, it was a gross situation but he didn’t need to feel embarrassed about it. But apparently Phil wasn’t listening to him and continued his story.

“And then I excused myself to go to the bathroom and finally vomit and then I left. As I was coming back home I was so horrified about what had happened that I just wanted to throw up again so as soon as I entered the flat I headed to the toilet… and that’s it.” Phil finished his speech with a loud sigh as he curled into himself more that he already did, hoping that way it would all go away.

“Phil…” Dan called him again, this time lifting up the duvet a little bit so he could also lie down next to him, facing Phil’s nape, “It’s okay, it happened and now you are okay.” but he only heard a grunt and then a frustrated moan coming from the other human.

“Hey, come here.” Dan moved closer and put his hand over Phil’s stomach, lifting his t-shirt a bit, slowly posing his palm over the soft skin before starting to caressing it gently.

Dan instantly felt Phil relaxing at his touch, “better?” he said in a whisper, his breath near Phil’s ear making him shiver.

Phil just hummed and moved back a bit so his back was touching Dan’s torso. “Stay here, please?” Phil’s soft voice filled the room, making Dan tighten his grip on him a bit as if it was possible.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Dan responsed in the same tone, feeling how Phil was slowly falling asleep, ‘‘you know what they say, in sickness and in health.’‘ making both of them chuckle.

‘‘We are not married, you know? Even though our audience believes we are.’‘ Phil commented, his voice even and calm. 

‘‘Touché, Phil Lester. Touché.’’ 

“Thank you.” was the only thing the blue eyed could say before completely falling asleep in Dan’s arms, not really knowing if the sensation of a few kisses on his nape were part of reality or not.

Unexpected (Part 5)

All of Yoongi’s efforts to swallow his emotions and deal with everything alone start to fall apart.

Warning: angst, smut, domination, submission, dirty talk, oral, fellatio, intercourse and lots of Yoongi being a general ass-hat.  Also, twice as long as the previous sections.
Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus) 


“Get up already!” Jin shook Yoongi, trying to wake him. “You’ve already slept through breakfast and we need to get going to the studio.  It’s dance practice time.  You’re holding everyone up!”

Yoongi groaned as he labored to get himself out of bed.  He held his head in an attempt to keep his brain from busting through his skull.  He couldn’t remember a time when he was more hungover than right now.  The thought of spending a full day in the studio learning new choreography filled Yoongi with dread.  He was sure this day would not end well.

Jin looked at Yoongi disapprovingly.  “I don’t know what you were thinking getting so drunk last night.  Just hurry up!  Also, take a shower, you smell like shit.”

Yoongi took a quick shower, got dressed and staggered into the van with the rest of the guys to go to the studio.  Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned against the door, he could feel water dripping down his face from his still wet hair but didn’t have the energy to wipe it away.  Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were sitting in the back seat of the van talking about some movie they watched on tv last night and were quoting lines and laughing about funny scenes.  Hearing them enjoy themselves annoyed Yoongi to no end; he quietly wished that the van door would open up so he could fall into the street to be run over by a passing car.  He was pretty sure death would be more pleasurable than dance practice with these idiots.

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