his innocent puppy eyes face makes me cry so hard ;a; ;a; ;a;

our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan of exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded as he felt his patience go thin after a long tiring morning. 

“I don’t want to go to school daddy,” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly before Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh, children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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NCT 127 & TenKunSol reaction to another guy asking you (their S/O) out in front of them

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Anon: nct 127 + ten, hansol & kun to a guy asking out their gf when he’s in infront of them?? btw i love your blog so much!!!

This is very, very long so apologies in advance lmao I just get carried away with the cute, fluffy requests lol 😂 😂 😂

Thank you to @markleetrashh who inspired me with the ideas for, Kun, Jaehyun and Mark’ reactions! Her ideas were so cute, so I hope I’ve done them justice. And to @suhsexual for the ideas she out forward too, thank you! 💜


Taeil:

Originally posted by ithastobemoontaeil

When one of your male friends from high school greeted you at a party you were at, Taeil wasn’t bothered with his blatant flirting and attempts to win you over. He trusted you enough to know you would never lead another guy on, especially in front of him, finding it rather amusing to see his shameless attempts.

However, as soon as the guy asked you out for a date the next week, his mood would change. He’d definitely be bothered by it, although it wouldn’t show on his face at the time. You’d turn the guy down politely, dragging an unusually quiet Taeil away with you.

Taeil would usually always have a hard time expressing his feelings and thoughts to you, usually suppressing them without realising. He’d feel a little insecure after the guy asked you out, probably overthinking your relationship too. He’d realise that you could probably have someone else who could treat you better than him, and always be there with you than away on schedules.

His weird behaviour would go on for a couple days (after the incident), until you noticed it and confronted him about it; you knew that unless you asked him about it, he probably wouldn’t ever tell you. After some comforting words from you, and time of course, he’d tell you, quietly murmuring about how he feels a little insecure and worried about your relationship now; he wouldn’t say much, but the words he did speak, would be very sincere and heartfet.

Your eyes would soften at his words, your hand reaching out to squeeze his hands reassuringly. He’d probably be okay after that, but you’d just have to be careful around other guys, and try to keep your distance from them if they were the flirting-type.


Hansol:

Originally posted by 1aeil

Hansol wouldn’t be the jealous type, so like Taeil, wouldn’t be bothered by the guy in front of you flirting with you. Hansol would have an arm wrapped lazily around your shoulders, not really paying much attention to the conversation or questions being asked. He honestly wouldn’t be that interested in the guy, his mind probably running off to think about Yuta food instead.

The guy would eventually ask you out, after about 20 minutes of trying to flirt with you (and you just being polite and trying your best to subtly get him to shut up) Hansol’s head would immediately snap to look at you, eyes searching your face frantically. Although he didn’t care that someone had just asked you out, he’d worry about what you’d say.

You looked up at him, frowning when you see his face laced with confusion, his puppy-dog eyes and a pout on his face. He’d feel a pang of hurt in his heart, seriously thinking that maybe you might agree to this guy’s date. He’d rarely feel any self-doubt, but he would right there.

Stuttering out a polite “no, thank you”, you’d be pulled away by Hansol, who took you away into a private space elsewhere. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your smaller frame towards him so his larger one practically engulfed you. You’d think at first that he was upset, but then you felt him smiling against your skin, lighting giggling. Swinging you side to side gently, he’d be all giggly and fluffy, feeling extremely privileged and special that you said no.


Johnny:

Originally posted by taesyong

Johnny would be standing behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, his head resting on your shoulder as he watched with amusement, some random trying to chat you up. The guy must’ve not realised that you two were an item, despite how Johnny was holding you, continuing to throw out some pick up lines and compliments.

When he asked you to meet up for coffee the next day, Johnny would literally burst out laughing, surprising the guy and you. You’d stare at him in shock, confused as to what exactly he was laughing at. Johnny would be bent over his knees, laughing hysterically and occasionally trying to stand up properly to control himself, but then failing miserably and starting laugh again.

The guy would look petrified at this point, probably finally making the connection that you and Johnny were together and feeling embarrassed. He’d turn to you apologetically, stuttering out an apology and then another to Johnny (whose still laughing), before scurrying away in shame.

Watching him go, you’d turn back to Johnny, hitting him harshly on the shoulder in annoyance. He’d wince at your action, finally deciding to stop laughing and to be mature at last. He’d look at you innocently, rubbing his shoulder. “Why did you have to do that Johnny? Look at what you’ve done!” You’d cry, throwing your arms up in anger. You had never been so embarrassed in your life, irritated at his lack of sensitivity and maturity.

You’d walk away in a huff, ignoring Johnny’s apologies and attempts to calm you down. This’d go on for a few days, until your temper went down and you could finally forgive him. After that incident, he’d be more mature about this kind of thing, which you’d appreciate a lot.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by t-yong

Taeyong would probably spot the guy eyeing you up before you even noticed him. He seems very observant and could easily read people and their intentions without even trying to. He’d watch the guy intensely, biting his lip with nerves. He’d probably get a little more clingy with you too, but not so much that you found his behaviour weird.

But once Taeyong started to tune out a bit, doing what looked like day-dreaming to you, you got worried. Placing a hand affectionately on his chest, you’d grab his attention, his head turning down to look at you and give you a small smile. He’d very quickly though, look back up at the guy who was still staring at you with admiration.

Following his gaze with confusion, your meet eyes with the guy in question, jumping in shock slightly when you see how intensely this guy was staring at you. He’d start to walk towards you, smirking at you, totally unfazed that you had just caught him staring. You’d feel Taeyong wrap his arm even tighter around your waist; you swore you even heard him groan lowly, which sounded a bit like a growl actually, a sign he wasn’t happy at all.

In fact, the guy wouldn’t even have the chance to talk to you, let alone ask you out, since you just took hold of Taeyong’s arm and walked in the opposite direction. It was hard at first, since Taeyong was so stubborn and probably wanted to stay and yell at the guy or something, but eventually he just let you drag him elsewhere.

You’d stroke his face and play with his hair, murmuring how you loved him and would never leave him so wouldn’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away. He’d need reassurance and a lot of affection from you to calm down, his normal clingy self being amplified by literally hundreds in moments like this.

It’d be annoying at first, but eventually you too would be able to read people and tell if they wanted more from you than just a polite chat, so stopping this side of Taeyong from coming out.


Yuta:

Originally posted by dovounq

this gif actually fits in perfectly wtf lmaooooo

I can imagine that Yuta would already be extremely clingy and affectionate in your relationship, in private and in public. Therefore it’d come as a shock, and insult, to him if anyone tried asking you out. Like, isn’t it a bit obvious that he’s your boyfriend and not a friend or brother, if he’s kissing you and cuddling with you?

He’d probably ignore the guy who was trying to get your attention, just sticking to playing with your hair and adjusting your jacket occasionally. Little gestures like that would always make you blush, but this guy probably thought he was the one making you blush. When he asked you out, Yuta would stare at him darkly, looking him up and down as if he was judging how much of an idiot this guy was.

He’d look visibly offended and annoyed, huffing and scoffing at him, a look of disgust on his face. He would genuinely be insulted by this guy’s question, wondering how stupid he must be, to not make the link between you and Yuta.

You politely turned him down, aware of Yuta beside you, explaining that although he was a lovely guy, you already had a boyfriend but knew he’d find someone eventually. Gesturing to Yuta, he’d grab your hand, pecking the back of it in adoration before lacing his fingers with yours. The guy would nod, muttering a “bye” before walking away.

Yuta’s mood would change, instantly turning smug and quite self-assured once you two were left alone. He’d be proud of you for turning him down lightly like that, enjoying how people wanted you as much as he did, yet he was he only one who could actually have you. So yes, after he’d be very cocky and playful, teasing you about your “millions of admirers”.


Kun:

Originally posted by hansoulji

Although Kun would usually struggle with expressing his feelings to you visibly, he wouldn’t have a problem with showing his jealousy or discomfort. He’d be so different to his usual self, one who acted like an angel, treated you like a princess and was very, very sensitive to other people. But honestly though, he’d completely change if someone ever tried stealing you away.

Kun is totally the type to have a resting bitch face if he was mad, turning extremely cold and icey towards everyone and anyone. He’d let the guy at least try, and although wouldn’t show it, would find his pathetic attempts funny and maybe just a lil bit innocent too.

Scanning his face, Kun would judge the guy, seeing how much of a threat he is, seeing how he should handle the situation. Keeping a straight face, he’d lace his fingers wth yours slowly, giving your hand a little squeeze of reassurance, once he noticed you looking up at him in confusion for his odd behaviour.

The guy wouldn’t have the chance to even ask you out as Kun would interrupt him suddenly, lifting up your intertwined hands between you. Gesturing towards them, he’d say: “sorry, but she’s not interested. She’s busy with me. And no, she’s not going to pick you over me. Bye.” Turning sharply on his heels and walking away, he’d keep your hands locked, you struggling to keep you with his fast strides.

In a way you’d be thankful for how he handled the situation, and for being polite about it, but then again, you’d feel slightly bad for not saying goodbye to the guy. That worry just just disappear though when Kun returned to his normal self, explaining that he was just a little bit jealous and that he loved you. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long even if you tried to.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by dovounq

this has nothing to do with the reaction lmao but he looks amazing here so ijust had too

Doyoung’ reaction would be similar to Johnny’s, but the difference is Doyoung would probably be more direct and obvious about it. Unlike Johnny, he’d already be trying to make the guy uncomfortable, making comments on his clothing and hair. It’d sound quite rude at first, but this is just his personality and in his nature; he wouldn’t mean any of it, he was just nervous. He wouldn’t make much of a deal with skinship, probably liking how the guy had no idea who he was dealing with. Honestly, he’d probably think Doyoung was your brother or best friend, not boyfriend.

Ignoring Doyoung’s remarks and apologising literally after every comment he made, you’d continue chatting with this guy, probably not realising that he was flirting with you. So, in a way, Doyoung acting like that was pretty good, and worked as a defensive mechanism to you and your naiveness. Doyoung would be internally annoyed at you; the signs would be so clear to him and yet they were so distinctive to you.

Eventually the guy would ask you out, a hopeful look in his eyes. He’d probably be younger than you, and very harmless too. As you were about to answer (no), Doyoung interrupted, laughing hysterically and pointing at the guy. “You honestly think, that my girlfriend, would, would choose you, over me?” He’d say between breathes. The guy would then realise what he done done, turning to you and apologising before walking away in embarrassment.

You’d be shocked at Doyoung’s behaviour, finding it quite immature and stupid. It’d probably end up in an argument too; Doyoung accusing you of being stupid and not stopping him sooner, you telling him how rude and insensitive he was. It’d be a big deal and probably the most dramatic reaction out of all the members. But things would blow over eventually - you wouldn’t be able to mad at each other for that long.


Ten:

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Communication between you and Ten would be relatively easy and open. You’d know what each other were thinking a lot of the time, something a lot of couples lack in and therefore, suffer from. He would know that you didn’t like it when people got jealous, so would always try to conceal his jealousy so to prevent problems. Sometimes it’d be relatively easy for him to do so; but other times, he’d struggle to hold back his insecurities. Those “other times” would be if some guy ever flirted with you or asked you out.

Ten would have an arm wrapped round your shoulders, his foot tapping as a sign of his nervousness, his lip caught between his teeth. He’d frown at the guy in front of you, unsure of what he exactly wanted from you. He wouldn’t want to be jealous unnecessarily, so would be hanging onto his every word waiting for a sign that might give his intentions away.

Unusually quiet, he’d surprise all three of you when he answered the guy’s question to you for a date, snapping suddenly. A ragged sigh would escape his lips, the exasperated sound silencing you all. Shutting his eyes in attempt to control himself and his jealousy, he’d calmly ask the guy to leave, gesturing with a hand in the opposite direction. You’d feel his arm move from your shoulders to your waist, tightening defensively. Although you didn’t look at him, rather looking down at the floor, you could only imagine that Ten’s face was red with adrenaline and anger.

After a few moments, you hear the guy walk away questioningly, not bothering to ask you again or ask what his problem was. Ten would let out a sigh of relief, pulling his limbs away from you and burying his face in his hands out of embarrassment. He’d mutter out a sincere apology, cursing himself for snapping and being rude.

Originally you wanted to smack Ten for his stupidness and for snapping, but when you saw him flushed with shame, your heart softened and you cursed yourself for not noticing his jealousy earlier. He’d always be very cuddly after things like this, hiding his face in your hair in attempt to cool down and recover from earlier.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Jaehyun would literally have two completely different ways of reacting to someone asking you out, but it’d all depend on his mood and how he was feeling.

If he was in a good mood, he’d find the whole situation quite light-hearted and funny, but not going as far as embarrassing the guy, like some of the other members might. He’d be very smiley despite the situation, and a little sarcastic too. He’d say things like “babe, look at you attracting so many guys!” or “I can’t believe everyone wants my girlfriend, shame I don’t like sharing!” They’d be quite sarcastic and funny, his subtle way of telling the guy to basically scram. When he’s like this, it wouldn’t even reach the situation of someone asking you out, just a bit of flirting, since the guy would quickly catch on and then leave you both to it.

But if he was in a bad mood, or tired or hungry for example, he wouldn’t hesitate to be rude and snappy with the guy. He might even go as for as arguing or threatening the guy a little, anything to make him back off even if it was harmless (e.g. a teenage boy) He’d come across as quite scary to other guy, due to his unusually straight face and dark glare. In fact, it’d even scare you a bit, since you were so used to seeing a cute and fluffy Jaehyun. The guy might still try asking you out if he wasn’t already scared to death lmfao but then would immediately retreat and leave when he heard Jaehyun literally growl at him, scowling deeply.

With a little reassurance and some cutesy words from you though, Jaehyun would eventually turn back to his normal self, a grin playing on his lips. Either way, Jaehyun probably wouldn’t be the type to get jealous easily anyway, so both of these would be very, very rare.


WinWin:

Originally posted by pourup

I feel like it would be very “normal” in a sense to have guys attempt to approach you for a date if you were dating Sicheng. More than with any other member. It’s quite easy to overpower him and make him feel quite small, and people might take advantage of this, using it for their own benefit.

And typically, the same thing would happen. Some arrogant, self centred guy would greet you, flashing their pearly whites and winking at you occasionally. They’d completely blank WinWin despite his innocent efforts to say hi to him too and introduce himself. Honestly WinWin would be too innocent towards anything and probably too naïve (at first) to realise that this guy only came up to you, to flirt with you. It’s probably also be the reason why it happened too - he wouldn’t be able to stop things from getting worse because he wouldn’t be able to notice the warning signs.

They’d start a conversation with you, ignoring WinWin’s inputs or polite questions. Eventually they’d just snap at him, telling him to “fuck off or shut up”. Immediately, WinWin would stop talking, taken aback by his demand. It still wouldn’t click though to him; his mind would be completely blank and he’d genuinely think that he had done something wrong. Stupidly, WinWin would apologise, even beginning to leave and walk away, as the guy just rolled his eyes at him.

You’d gawp at the guy, feeling insulted by what he had just said and pulled WinWin back by the arm. Scowling at the guy, you’d turn to WinWin asking him if he was okay and that he shouldn’t listen to him, before turning back to him and yelling at him. You’d ask him what he said that, why he was so cruel to him, not giving him a chance to reply, before telling him that he would be the one to “fuck off or shut up”. The guy would try to protest, but then would give up swearing at you and walk away from you.  

So technically, in moments like this, WinWin would have literally no reaction because 1) it wouldn’t even reach the point where he could ask you out since you’d quickly get irritated by him, and 2) WinWin wouldn’t do or say anything, oblivious to the guys attempts to woo you. He’d feel a little insecure and jealous afterwards, probably by overthinking it, but would quickly get over it once he remembered how you stood up for him.


Mark:

Originally posted by moonyutae

Mark would act very mature for his age and polite during times like these. He’s too nice and too polite to be rude to people, even if they get on his nerves or irritate him. I think he’s probably good at hiding his feelings too, or at least, hiding them until a later date where it’s more of a suitable time and place to express them.

Of course, he’d feel jealous and insecure when some guy greeted you, already flirting with you with his eyes, barely acknowledging Mark. Eyeing the guy from the side, listening to how he spoke to you and thinking about what he actually wanted from you, he’d subconsciously edge his way closer to you, as if to protect you.

Reaching out, he’d grab your hand, holding in between both of his hands and rubbing the back of your hand comfortingly with the pad of his thumb. He’d frown when he saw that the guy continued to ignore him and didn’t look at your interlinked fingers, something that Mark did in hope of him noticing.

Once the conversation subsided a bit, Mark would quietly speak up, politely telling the guy that you were already taken, by himself, and that you had no interest in speaking to him again. Nodding along to confirm Mark’s words, the guy would finally notice your hands, pointing to them and gawping a bit.

He’d apologise, saying that he had no clue and was sorry.  Mark would make sure there were no disagreements or hard feelings between any of you. He didn’t want to make an enemy and certainly didn’t want to hurt anyone else’s feelings, even if his own heart felt a little crushed.


Haechan:

Originally posted by 127boys

Haechan would be the type to get very insecure in his relationship with you and would need the adoration of you to feel even just a little bit confident. I think sometimes he might feel like second-best to other people in his life; so, in the one thing that he could definitely be first choice in (aka. your relationship), you’d have to tread carefully. One time that he could get insecure as a result of. Would be if any other guy, tried flirting or asking you out. But he’d have different ways of reacting depending of the guy.

If he was older than Haechan, he’d be very timid and quiet, utterly like himself. He’d silently stand next to you, shoulders hunched, hands held tightly together in front of him, and he’d look down to the ground. It’d honestly be so heartbreaking to see him like like; it’d be like he was an infant getting told off for being in trouble. He wouldn’t say anything as you exchanged friendly comments with the guy. As soon as he asked you out for a date, Haechan’s breathe would catch in his throat, waiting for your reply (probably expecting you to agree as well) Of course, you’d turn him down and, later on, once it was only the two of you, would he start to return to his normal self. He’d refuse to talk about earlier, preferring to just forget about it.

If he was younger than Haechan, he’d literally answer his question (for a date) for you. Sharply he’d bark out a “no”, shrugging his shoulders innocently as if to say “too late mate, why d'you even try?” He’d be more dominating and more confident to stand up for himself and your relationship. Although he’d be more relaxed like this, it wouldn’t mean that he still didn’t feel extremely jealous.

Honestly, it wouldn’t matter to him who in the guy in question would be, or even how Haechan would react in the moment - he’d always feel slightly intimidated and threatened by other guys.  

You are Worthy (Thorin X Reader)

Originally posted by captain-flint

Word Count:1269

Warnings: Insecure reader, Brotherly Bofur and Fluff


“Y/N could we please have a word?” Kili asks, Fili standing by his side. Before you can respond, they pull you away from the rest of the company.

“What is it Fili? Kili? Where are we going?” You ask, only to ignored as they drag you further out into the wooded area outside of your camp.

You let this continue for a while longer, until the camp fire grows distantly dim. You finally yank your arm free, getting fed up with lead around like a puppy. “That’s enough boys. What did you drag me all the way out here for?”

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The Secret (6)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

“Zoe, the movie’s about to start!” you shouted through your apartment, throwing a handful of popcorn into your mouth while the opening credits of another Disney film lit up your TV screen. This was how you spent your Sundays with Zoe, being lazy and watching movies while the weather grew colder outside. It was definitely colder in Seoul than what you were used to in your hometown.

Zoe came into the living room huffing and puffing with her lips pulled into a pout. “We can’t watch the movie. I can’t find Mr Snuggles,” she grumbled, climbing onto the sofa to check behind it.

“Have you checked the bathroom? You were giving Mr Snuggles a bath in the sink this morning,” you remembered, holding her hand so she could safely jump off the sofa and sprint out of the room again.

Five seconds later, Zoe’s voice echoed from the bathroom. “I found him!”

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anonymous asked:

I have been asking for this, for some time, I saw your enchoi your Fridays where saran gets his wisdom tooth remove, how about one for the whole RFA +V & Vanderwood & Rika (for those Rika lovers ♡) I love your writing 💕💕


We currently don’t write hc’s for Rika, but we did the rest! Also, left out Saeran since his story is in this link :) Hope you enjoy~ 



Zen:

  • When he first wakes up, you think he’s going to be one of the chill cases
  • He doesn’t say much and keeps looking around the room quietly
  • But then you notice he keeps tugging at his own hair…every ten seconds
  • You ask him what he’s doing and he says with another tug, “I’m making sure it’s still there. I love my hair.”
  • After awhile, he gets really sad
  • Like he’s looking at the blanket and getting those puppy eyes
  • You get worried thinking he’s in pain or something, so you tap his shoulder, “Are you okay? You look really sad.”
  • In a second, the sad face comes off, “No. I’m practicing for a role.”
  • He has a personality switch into a opera singer
  • There’s several of these personality switches until he knocks out
  • Leave it to Zen to be a dedicated actor…even under anaesthetics

Yoosung:

  • From a few minutes after he wakes up, he’s crying over everything
  • When the dentist comes in to check up on him, Yoosung points to the pen in his pocket and starts sniffling
  • “I have a pen back at home. It must be lonely.”
  • Then he turns and looks at you, pointing at you with a lazy finger
  • “I have a picture of you at home. I miss it…”
  • “Yoosung, I’m the real person…”
  • “It’s not the same thing,” he wails.
  • You get him into the car and for awhile, he’s just fascinated with everything
  • You’re almost home when you notice he removed all the gauze from his mouth
  • He lets out a loud gasp while rubbing his lips, “MC…my nipples are numb! I can’t feel my nipples!”
  • You’re trying not to laugh too hard, so you just go along with it and pat him sympathetically
  • He gets down on the carpet once you’re inside and knocks out
  • So you just leave him there

Jaehee:

  • When she was first starting to feel the anaesthetics kick in, she got a little loopy
  • She grabbed the dentist by the collar, “You better not mess it up!” and then knocked out
  • When she came to again, you asked if she remembered what she said
  • She didn’t, still very much under the drugs, so you told her
  • She touched her lip and saw some blood
  • She looks at the dentist, mouth full of cotton, “You punthed me! I’m Th-uing!’
  • Luckily the doctor got a kick out of it…and Jaehee couldn’t kick him
  • She’s surprisingly ridiculous when she’s under the drugs
  • She’ll look at you, “MC…you know what my name is? Jaehee…heeheehee.”
  • Then she’d be laughing at the joke she made for hours
  • When she gets home though, she’s a lot calmer and more of herself
  • You do have to drag her away from the coffee machine on more than one occasion though

Jumin: 

  • He’s super giggly
  • Like not his low, throaty chuckle
  • Nope, he’s full on, high-pitched giggling at everything
  • You’ll touch his chin gently and he’ll just start laughing, “Oh, MC I wanted to wait till marriage.”
  • “Uh, what are you talking about?”
  • *Cue more giggling*
  • He keeps brainstorming business ideas mostly for cats
  • He’ll list things that are already invented and just add “for cats”
  • It’s hilarious, until he asks you to write it down
  • So far he’s listed forks, candles, mustaches, hats, and spaceship cars for cats
  • You can’t wait to shove it in his face later
  • Time passes and you think he’s fine
  • But then he points to a pile of white pillows in the corner and just gasps, “Elizabeth” before passing out

Seven:

  • They had to take his glasses off during the whole removal process
  • So, when he wakes up he sees nothing but a swirl of color
  • He turns to you with tears in his eyes, “MC…it went wrong. I can’t see!”
  • You hand him his glasses and two seconds later he’s cheery again
  • He’s mostly quiet but he keeps touching your knee every once in awhile
  • You think it’s fine until you catch him wiping bloody drool from his chin and putting it on your pants
  • When he realizes you saw, he laughs, “Ohhhh, MC are you on your period?” and points to the blood on your pants
  • You would’ve slapped him if he wasn’t under anaesthetics
  • While you guys are leaving, he passes a mirror and starts crying again
  • He’s banging on the glass, “Saeran! Where were you this whole time? I was in pain.”
  • You have to calm him down, “Saeran is waiting at home. That’s your reflection.”
  • He just stares at himself, “Oh, I’m the ugly one then?”
  • “Saeyoung, you two are twins.”
  • “We’re both ugly?” and he starts crying again
  • You think it best not to show Saeran the video you’ve been recording the whole time

V:

  • He has the most innocent face when he first wakes up
  • His lips are in a little pout, and his cheeks are puffy
  • His wide eyes keep glancing at you and you think it’s the cutest thing
  • He talks a little bit here and there, but mostly nonsense
  • At one point, he touches his lips and sees all the blood
  • He gives a small gasp, “I’m coughing up wine.”
  • You think it’s funny until he keeps trying to taste his own blood
  • Ew, V, stop
  • He’ll just stare at you
  • No emotions, no words, just staring
  • You wait, thinking he’ll say something but he doesn’t
  • Eventually, you tell him to stop and he turns instead to staring at his hands
  • He makes these really vague sad comments like, “It’s been a rough day”, “They shouldn’t sell wine in hospitals,” or “The weather tickles me.”
  • You just stop asking and enjoy it

Vanderwood:

  • You can’t even tell he’s under anaesthetics
  • He’s super serious and keeps making these morbid statements
  • He’ll wipe some blood from his mouth and stare at it on his fingers
  • “This could be the blood of all those I’ve battled in war in my past life.”
  • He turns to you and gives a small chuckle
  • Also slightly nerdy
  • Rants about random theories he has in all these universes
  • You tune him out after he starts claiming he was the catalyst for the first destruction of the Death Star

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The Vanilla Chronicles: Min Yoongi

Prompt:  Yoongi smut where the reader overhears Yoongi’s conversation about their sex life with another band member or friend and he was saying that she was boring or something and she decided to surprise him one day??? if that makes any sense?? thanks have a nice day/night!! xx

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Sub!Yoongi

**THIS WAS FUCKING FUN TO WRITE // YOONGI IS MY NUMBER ONE BIAS WRECKER!

**Totally plays into my belief of BTS reeking of subission

**Constructive feedback is always welcomed!

**BTS smut/angst/fluff requests are open!

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Baby Boy

A/N: Okay, firstly, I have zero knowledge when it comes to mommy kinks so please forgive me if this smut is not the most accurate mommy kink you’ve read. Secondly, I wanted to include a sex scene in this smut but I found that if I added it in, it felt a bit overdone if you know what I mean. Thirdly, since some of you mentioned that I should try writing in second/third POV, I decided to make a first attempt at it! This one is in second POV and it worked out well, so thank you to the anon who gave me this suggestion x lastly, remember to leave me some feedback in the ask box, okie? <3

Pairing(s): Sehun x Reader

Warnings: Mommy kink, stripteases

Genre: Light smut

Requested: Yes

Summary: Baby boy Sehun just needs some love and attention from his mommy.

Word Count: 2129

Originally posted by kaisoh

To those who know Oh Sehun well, he’s a young and handsome young man without a care in the world, choosing to spend his youthful years by getting drunk on tequila and getting into harmless trouble with his usual gang of friends. To the eyes of the outside world, he’s a completely normal twenty-one-year-old living a completely normal life. He goes to work daily, he owns an adorable dog named Vivi and he has decent fashion sense. Oh, and he also has a mommy kink. Wait a minute, that last bit doesn’t sound too normal for a twenty-one-year-old man, does it?


At twenty-six years old, you have dozens of men falling for you, willing to kiss the ground you walk on, to which you are fully aware of. To your own eyes, you’re actually decent-looking. To men, however, you’re practically a goddess. Unfortunately for at least half of the male population, you only have eyes for a particular man. Or to be more specific, a particular boy.

Oh Sehun, five years younger than you and utterly drop-dead gorgeous, is your boy toy. Honestly, you have no flipping idea when he developed a fetish for older women but along the way, you started growing attached to the idea of pampering a man younger than you are. As far as it gets, you have to admit that it’s pretty weird for a carefree young woman like yourself to fall in love with the idea of babying another legal adult; you should be running around in lingerie and shaking your ass in the faces of men older than you are, indulging in impulsive flings and breaking hearts everywhere you go.

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kelseyy123  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you know of any fanfics that relate to Larry in their real life situation and not a completely different story line and shows what it is like in their point of view from 2010 discovering each other up until now and all the things they've had to go through, throughout the years?

Hello!

Ok, let me start off by saying that I am very, very choosy about canon fics and I am unable to complete ones I found lacking. You can say that I avoid reading canon fics because I am fragile. Also, I understand what kind of fic you want and I will do my best. So, here goes:

dark and the dentist by sunshiner  @theprizeofcoolness

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.”
We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies?
“How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

**This fic made me cry… in a very uncool way. Maybe my favourite canon fic.

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When their s/o pulls them in for an unexpected kiss

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins

Mark

It’s honestly hard to say with Mark.  I feel like he’s a little more brazen than some of the other guys simply because he’s American and didn’t grow up in the more polite culture of Korea, but even with that said, he’s still a shy little bub.  If it’s early on in the relationship, I feel like he will be more shy about intimate moments like that.  His face will go red and he’ll probably let out one of those ridiculously cute nervous giggles.  However, if we’re talking later in the relationship, BOI!  He’s a Virgo.  He’s Cheeky.  He’s teasing.  He’s going to make you squirm before he’s done with you.  I think it would depend on where and when this is happening.  If out in public, he’ll kiss you back, but not linger (I feel like he’s more conscious of how others perceive him).  Now, if it’s at home, you can expect things to heat up pretty quickly, whether it be a steamy make-out or something a little more energy exerting.  Either way, I think Mark is a toss up kind of guy.  “Baby, you should know better than to surprise me like that.” (do I really need to even say ‘wink wink’?)

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JB

I don’t know what it is about this man that I just think he’s a fluffy, flustered puppy.  Like he seems the type to be more gruff and tough, but he’s not.  Okay?  Whoever is blessed with the chance to be this one’s significant other will learn quite quickly that he’s a giant push over.  He loves to love and loves to be loved.  Lots of blushing, lots of stuttering, lots of unintended aegyo.  Of course, he does have a more ‘serious’ side for when he’s hot and bothered, but you have to get there first or he has to already have the bedroom on his mind.  I don’t know, I guess when I think of Jaebum I just envision cheese.  Like he’s so cheese-y!  Horrible dad jokes, puns that only make sense to him, and dirty, dirty mind that he shares with LITERALLY NO ONE EVER.  Fluff, flustered, puppy?  Yes.  Daddy material? Also yes.  He ain’t even my bias, ladies and gents!  I know one when I see one, I’m just sayin’!  Anyway, even if he leans more towards the Tsundere side of his personality after you surprise kiss him, don’t be alarmed or discouraged.  This guy LOVES when you kiss him, especially when he doesn’t see it coming.  Also, am I the only one who envisions hot, steamy, make up session?  Like you’re both arguing and suddenly BAM you’ve smashed your lips together and the rest is history?  I can’t be the only one!  

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Kim Donghyun Mafia AU

  • You were a member of the X, a secret division of the 101 that handled extortion and assassination of high-up government officials
  • Obviously, as it was part of the secret division, you couldn’t even tell anybody who worked for the 101, let alone your kind boyfriend, Donghyun
  • however, lately, he’d been acting super suspicious
  • He’d get home late, would be super protective over his belongings, never letting you wash his clothing without him going through the pockets and such first
  • It made you worried, but when you’d revealed your worries to your friends, they traded worried looks and informed you that Donghyun was definitely cheating
  • You confronted him about his strange behavior multiple times, but he’d never tried to defend himself or actually explain himself, just telling you not to worry about it, that he loved you
  • That night, when you got home, you found one of his shirts with a dark red smudge on it that looked almost like lipstick
  • When you sniffed the shirt, your blood ran cold at the scent of a female perfume
  • -“(y/n)?” Donghyun had finished showering, and met your eyes, you holding the shirt up.
  • -“Donghyun, we’re through,” you said quietly, going over to the closet and grabbing your suitcase, “I can’t do this anymore, I can’t do this secrecy, the untruthfulness. I’m done, Donghyun.”
  • “(y/n),” Donghyun said, tears pricking in his eyes, you know how much I care about you.“
  • “And I love you too,” you replied, meeting his eyes squarely, “but ultimately, my happiness comes first, and this relationship isn’t what it used to be.”
  • at first, Donghyun had tried to stop you, but as you collected your shampoo and conditioner from the bathroom, he seemed resigned, like he’d accepted what was happening
  • if anything, that infuriated you more
  • As you stormed out of the apartment, dragging your bags behind you as  you flagged down a taxi, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d really made the right decision
  • that night, your kill for the X was a lot more bloody than usual
  • Back at the apartment, Donghyun was sobbing, feeling an intense array of emotions that he couldn’t quite place
  • He looked into the mirror of your–his– bathroom, eyes puffy, his fingers running over the tattoo of the 101, the tattoo and the life he’d tried so hard to keep you away from without hurting you– he’d only partially succeeded
  • A few months passed after the intense breakup
  • You were gloomy for a week, barely dragging yourself to work and then collapsing in bed, crying yourself to sleep
  • However, you soon realized that you weren’t helping anyone– especially yourself– and even if you were hurting in the short term, it was the best long-term decision
  • You threw yourself into work for the X, successfully pulling off a major scheme against a powerful politician to cut funds drastically from the Special and Organized Crimes Unit of the police department, which would largely benefit the 101
  • Lately, SVT, a low-level gang in the area, had been acting out, worrying the higher-ups
  • The X was assigned to steal a huge shipment of ammo that SVT was routing out of the country, and a loss that large would be a huge hit to SVT’s capabilities
  • However, Daniel, who was in charge of overseeing the job, warned you that he wanted the X to work with a few guys who knew SVT and their style well
  • You and your team from the X, Seo Seunghyuk and Yoo Hwiseung, entered the conference room carefully, taking seats at the end of the long table
  • “this is stupid,” Seunghyuk sighed, leaning back in his chair, “we can handle ourselves just fine.”
  • “yeah, but we haven’t dealt with SVT much before,” Hwiseung pointed out, “it might be useful to learn more about their patterns and such; we’ll be more likely to succeed.“
  • “Hwiseung, we always succeed,” Seunghyuk pointed out, making you snicker
  • “I’m glad you three arrived on time,” Daniel said as he walked into the room, handing you three fairly thick file folders, “the other two will be here in a moment
  • you flipped through the folder– it was a compilation of the past few deliveries that SVT had done– where they went, how they conducted them, etcetera
  • Sorry we’re late,” an eerily familiar voice panted
  • Your head snapped up to meet the eyes of Donghyun, whose own face paled at the sight of you
  • “(y/n)?” he asked, voice almost a whisper
  • Your eyes darted from Donghyun to Daniel and back to Donghyun, before placing your head in your hands
  • It all made sense now– Donghyun had gotten roped into the 101, and he’d done the usual selfless thing by hiding that fact from you, not realizing that you were in fact also in the 101
  • “I expect that you two will not reveal the identities of our X members, yes?” Daniel asked smoothly, gesturing for Donghyun and Im Youngmin, one of his close friends, to take a seat.
  • As the ‘meeting’ began, Daniel ran over the plan and explaining the roles to everyone
  • You couldn’t help but keep staring at Donghyun, the shock of the situation still fresh
  • The meeting wrapped up and you started to head out, trailing behind Seunghyuk, when Donghyun caught your wrist
  • “Wait, (y/n),” he said quietly, pulling you back into the empty conference room
  • You turned to face him, feeling your heart break at the innocent, puppy-like look on his face
  • “(y/n),” he whispered. you were acutely aware of his hand that still remained around your wrist, thumb tracing over the small scar there, “why didn’t you say anything?”
  • “you know the X,” you said desperately, frowning at Donghyun, “you know we’re not allowed to tell anyone. I’m sorry that I had to lie to you, and I’m sorry that it ended like that, but you lied to me too, not even thinking for one second that I might have been able to protect myself.”
  • “I didn’t want to put you in danger,” Donghyun explained, “if I had ever hurt you, I don’t think I would ever be able to forgive myself.”
  • You sighed, gently slipping your hand away from Donghyun’s grasp, “we can talk about this later. For now, we should concentrate on the task at hand.”
  • That night, as you left the 101 building, your gun tucked into your waistband and hair pulled back, Donghyun stopped you before you could enter the car, pulling you into a tight hug
  • “stay safe, (y/n),” he whispered
  • the three of you managed to pull off the theft with minimal damage
  • the people delivering the ammo apparently didn’t even realize that they were being tailed, and as soon as the first gun was pulled out, the game was over
  • really, Daniel didn’t even need to call in the X for the job; it had been incredibly easy
  • When you arrived back at the 101 hq, the ammo in the trunk of Sungwoon’s car, ready to be shipped off immediately, Donghyun rushed to greet you, hugging you tightly
  • You’re okay? You’re okay! You’re safe,” he sighed, burying his head into your shoulder, holding you tightly
  • “Hey, hey, I’m fine,” you whispered, patting Donghyun on the back
  • Hwiseung and Seunghyuk had hurried into the building, figuring that they’d give you some space
  • “I was worried about you,” Donghyun sniffled, pulling away
  • Hey, love, why are you crying?” You asked worriedly, frowning at Donghyun, who hastily wiped away a tear
  • So much has happened,” he explained, “i find out that we broke up for nothing, i’ve literally been missing you for four months and the first time i see you is a few hours before you have to go and shoot at a bunch of assholes.”
  • “and i’m fine,” you said, pulling donghyun in for another hug, “i can take care of myself.”
  • “you can probably take care of me too,” donghyun sniffled, wrapping his arms around you tightly
  • “donghyunnie,” you said quietly, “let’s date again.”
  • you heard donghyun breath in sharply, looking down at you
  • “actually?” he said breathlessly, “even after this whole mess, you still want to date me?”
  • “yes, donghyun,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “ i want to date kim donghyun, the guy who can make my world brighter with just one smile.”
  • with your words, donghyun’s lips curved up as he leaned down to kiss you, smiling against your lips as he hugged you tightly
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Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 5.1k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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The library was quiet. Not that you minded; being around noise all the time tired you out. If you weren’t surrounded by Jungkook’s incessant enthusiasm, you had Hoseok and Yoongi squabbling in your ear. If Taehyung stopped talking for two seconds, Jin and Namjoon managed to fill up the silence just by being in the same room together. Even your home wasn’t quiet, as although Yeona and Jiwon still weren’t talkative, Mijung made it up for the both of them. You’d decided to visit the library on campus while classes were running, so you were certain that there would be only a few people in there.

Scanning through the books, you pulled out a hefty volume that was written in English, the gold lettering on the spine attracting you. However, you were not prepared to see a very familiar face staring at you on the other side of the bookshelf, and in shock, you dropped the large book onto the floor. Wincing at the noise, you gave Jungkook a disapproving look, ignoring the funny face he was pulling to make you laugh.

“Y/N!” he sang happily. “What a surprise to see you-”

Not missing a beat, you picked up the fallen book and shoved it back into place, cutting off his words and blocking him from view. You heard him whine disappointingly, causing a small smile of satisfaction to tug at your lips.  Continuing to scan the books as if nothing happened, you walked further down the aisle, trying to find the exact title you had been instructed to reference for a report due in the next week. You were so concentrated that you failed to notice a book at eye level slipping off the shelf of its own accord until it was too late. As another heavy hardback clapped onto the floor, you jumped backwards in fright.

Looking through the gap that had been created, you came face-to-face Jungkook once more, who still made the same stupid expression that was supposed to make you laugh, but you still didn’t crack a smile.

“Jungkook!” you scolded, aware of the inquisitive looks you were receiving from the other people in the library.

“We need to talk.”

You let yourself consider his words, trying to come up with a nice way of turning him down, but you couldn’t think of anything. A serious chat was not on your itinerary that day.

“Talk about what?” you asked innocently, batting your eyelids at the brown-haired boy.

“About getting over Taehyung. I think…”

Bending down again, you picked up the second book and shoved it back into place. Jungkook was too eager for you to ‘move on’, and although you accepted his help, you didn’t realise how persistent he was going to be.

“You need to distract yourself!” came Jungkook’s voice from the other side of the shelf.

“I’ve already tried that,” you said louder than you had intended, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn around and stare in your direction. “I’ve already tried that,” you repeated, quieter this time, but gritting your teeth in exasperation.

Jungkook went quiet again, and you could picture him biting his lip as he chose his next words. Despite his big plans of helping you, he’d not brought up the Taehyung topic for a few days, letting your mind wonder what sort of bizarre ideas Jungkook was conjuring up. “But you have me this time,” he eventually called out softly.

“Great.”

Turning away to the shelf behind you and shuffling your feet to signal that the conversation was over, you ran your fingers along the spines, although you knew the book you were looking for wasn’t even on that shelf. It’s not as if you didn’t appreciate Jungkook’s efforts; in fact, you were touched that he was willing to go to that much trouble to make you feel better. But your heart and mind still remained loyal to Taehyung. Jungkook made you laugh and was a gentleman towards you, but you connected with Taehyung on a deeper level. He’d seen you when you were screaming and crying and angry and terrified, yet somehow, he still managed to make you forget all about it after five minutes. There was an understanding that you didn’t have with anyone else.

Jungkook, however, was unaware of this, and before you knew it, he’d come down your aisle and tried again with the funny face, his head appearing in front of the random book you had begun to read. This time, you couldn’t help giggling at the way his mouth twisted and his eyes rolled upwards, but you shook your head at the same time to show your objections.

“You’re so lame,” you muttered, pushing him away and pretending to swat him with a book.

Yah, I’m trying to do you a favour!”

You bristled a little at his tone. “Jungkook, I’m trying to get some work done. Tell me what you want to say before I actually hit you.”

“You need to wean yourself off Taehyung,” he said proudly, as if he’d come up with the perfect solution to all your problems. Was that the best he could do?

“Wean?” you choked out. “Wean? I’m not a puppy!”

Jungkook ignored your protests. “Put your time into other things until this whole thing has calmed down. You don’t have to completely get him out your life, but slowly detach yourself until you can spend time away from him without overthinking.”

“Whole thing, as in why-Yeji-is-actually-dating-Taehyung thing? Plus, you’re making it sound like I have a problem. Which I don’t, by the way,” you grumbled, “so stop with the ‘weaning’ talk.”

“Well, you clearly haven’t said anything to him about Yeji, so I guess you’re not planning to ever tell him.”

“Their relationship isn’t my business. I also made it sound like I had no idea Taehyung went to the market, so I’m not supposed to have talked to Jimin either.”

“Exactly,” beamed Jungkook, flicking his hair out of his eyes and giving you a toothy grin. “His business is his business. Therefore, focus on your own business.”

Jungkook was like Taehyung in many ways, because they both liked to wind you up and push your buttons. But one key difference was that Taehyung knew when you were in the right mood for a bit of teasing, whereas Jungkook didn’t. And you weren’t in the mood.

“Jungkook, you’re not making any sense,” you hissed, and this time someone shushed you in annoyance at your growing volume. You both looked round at the disruption, but when you turned back, you quietened your voice in consideration. “So, what are you suggesting I do? I don’t want you to get hurt in this, either.”

He looked taken aback that you were considering his emotions, but he didn’t make you elaborate. Jungkook never talked about his feelings, which is why you always believed he was closed off and secretive. Instead of questioning why, you simply forced yourself to get used to it. “Just… put your focus in other things. The first round of the dance competition is in a few days, do you remember?”

Of course you remembered. On top of everything else, the audition for the competition was looming closer, and you’d been practising every day with or without Jungkook and getting your strength up while trying to remain flexible. The first round was so that you could take part in the show, as there were a lot of entrants and only a few spaces available in the actual performance. This was the make or break round, because if you didn’t make it into the show, all your hard work would’ve been for nothing. The prize money still looked appealing, but the competition meant something more than that now. It would prove that sometimes, hard work does pay off and you’re not always trying when there’s only false hope. Like when you try for Taehyung.

But you didn’t tell Jungkook of your worries. He had complete confidence in his dancing abilities, so you allowed that courage and self-assurance to leech into you as you spoke. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this in the bag,” you nodded confidently.

“We need to practice more,” Jungkook replied bluntly, giving you a hard look.

You simply frowned. “What? But we’ve been practicing so much this week! I think my legs are about to fall off because I’ve been jumping around so much. Also, I barely have time to study because of this, so I couldn’t practice more if I tried.” You were aware that your whispering was getting louder, but Jungkook was fuelling your irritation. More and more people were turning around at the pair of you, their pens hovering above paper as they watched the drama unfold.

“Y/N, there’s always room for-”

Luckily, Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence, because if he did, you were certain you would’ve knocked him out with a book. But unfortunately, it was the sound of your phones ringing that cut him off, both your ringtones echoing loudly around the library. You felt dread form in the pit of your stomach and you saw one of the librarians appear at the end of your aisle, their face stony.

“Run,” muttered Jungkook, and he grabbed your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction of the librarian. You heard her shout angrily, but Jungkook was fast and, half dragging you behind him, and you were out of the library in no time, your phones still going off. There was something exhilarating about running away from the various staff members, and you caught yourself grinning at the absurdness of it all. Jungkook, too, was smiling widely.

Checking the caller ID of your phones, neither of you were surprised to see Hoseok and Yoongi’s names flashing up on the screen.

With the embarrassment fading as well as your annoyance, you evened out your breathing before answering Hoseok’s call. “Hoseok, everything okay?”

“Y/N! I thought you would never answer,” came his panicked voice, far from his usual bouncy tone. “Can you do me a massive favour and come over to the shop? I need your help.”

You looked up at Jungkook who was on the phone to Yoongi, and it seemed that Yoongi was also delivering the same distressed message, as Jungkook’s eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline in bewilderment.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll start walking now,” said Jungkook, also ending his call.


Arriving at Cake Corner, you immediately understood why Hosoek was so worried. Every inch of the place was covered in sponge and cream, from the windows to the stained cushions. It looked like a bomb had gone off, but you couldn’t help noticing how the pastel colours added highlights to the café. However, you didn’t tell Hoseok or Yoongi of your observations, because their faces looked stricken and frail as they gaped at the mess, and telling them it looked pretty wasn’t going to help the situation.

“What happened here?” questioned Jungkook, his eyes wide.

“Kids,” was all Yoongi said, using a dustpan and brush to get rid of the remains of cake.

“Some parents decided to bring the children’s birthday party in here,” Hoseok explained, “and there were only two parents supervising. Yoongi and I were in the storage room for a couple of minutes, but when we came back, they were already in the middle of a food fight.”

“Scared all the customers away,” Yoongi grumbled, ruffling his black hair as he glanced around, overwhelmed by the mess. “We’ve got our manager coming around at 8pm to do some stock checking, so this has got to be gone by the time he gets here, otherwise we’ll be sacked.”

“There’s always supposed to be one of us on the till at all times, and if he checks the cameras, he’ll know that neither of us were there.”

You and Jungkook nodded, still slightly in awe at how much devastation a few kids could make. “Don’t worry, we’ll help,” you assured, nudging Jungkook out of his stupor with your elbow, urging him to agree.

Hoseok bounded over and gave you a firm hug in gratitude, with Yoongi sighing in relief. Quickly getting to work, Hoseok paired up with you to work on getting the cushions the right colour, while Jungkook and Yoongi were on the other side of the room sorting out the windows and floor. However, Hoseok must have regretted his decision pretty quickly, as you leapt at the chance to complain about your earlier conversation with Jungkook.

“…it’s not like I need to stay away from Taehyung, he just wants me to. That’s not the same thing, right? I know I’m taking this way too far but I can keep my distance from him when I want to, and I don’t need to be trained, like a dog may I add, to do so. Plus, he was going on about having more practice for the first audition? You’ve seen me in that dance room. I practically live there now. I’m perfectly good at dancing, thank you very much, and I’ve got this routine down.”

The older boy giggled throughout your rant, and by the amount of concentration put into cleaning the soft fabrics told you that he’d barely listened to anything you told him. “Take it seriously, Hoseok,” swatting him with a tea towel.

“I am!” he replied defensively, plonking down on his butt so that he was no longer squatting, and then stretching out his legs with a satisfied sigh.

You can dance, but you can’t lie,” you mumbled in English, half tempted to tickle his socked feet in petty revenge.

“Yah, I understood that!”

“Y/N, can you help me with something in the storeroom?” Yoongi came up to the two of you, shoving one hand in his pocket as he looked down at the collapsed Hoseok. Hoseok’s eyes shot open, giving Yoongi questioning looks, but he must have received some sort of signal from his friend as a flash of understanding crossed his features.

“Yeah, good idea Yoongs. Go on, Y/N.”

You knew something was up; you weren’t oblivious, and Hoseok definitely wasn’t subtle. But seeing as you couldn’t figure out why Yoongi needed you in the storeroom, you went along with his plan anyway, throwing a quick look over your shoulder to see Hoseok slip down further until he was lying flat out on the floor.

Laughing to yourself, you followed Yoongi behind the tills and into the back room. You sincerely hoped it wasn’t to do with organising shelves, because that would create more damage than there was to begin with. However, once you stepped in, you saw Jungkook sitting down on a cardboard box just as you heard the lock click behind you.

“Wait, what?” stammered Jungkook, seemingly also unaware of why he was in there. “Why did you lock us in?”

“Sort out your problems between you!” came Yoongi’s voice through the wood. “If I have to hear another complaint, I’m going to go mad!”

Spinning round, you cast an accusatory scowl at your dance partner. “Have you been complaining about me?”

“Have you?” he shot back.

“Yoongi, let us out!”

“Not until you stop fighting!”

In a sulk, you strode down the room and threw yourself down on a box, crossing your arms in protest. Although it wasn’t a serious fight, you were stubborn and Jungkook was hot-headed, so neither of you spoke or even looked at each other for several minutes. Hearing Yoongi’s footsteps fade as he walked off, you had the sinking realisation that you were going to have to come to an agreement about Taehyung. You understood why Jungkook was so anxious to get you away from him, but he wasn’t taking into consideration what sort of friendship you had with Taehyung. Sitting there while throwing a strop, you pondered why Jungkook hadn’t figured out why you were so reluctant to ‘move on’. You’d told him enough times why Taehyung was your best friend, but he didn’t seem to accept that fact. On top of that, because he refused to talk about himself, it was hard to pinpoint the reason behind his actions. Maybe he’d never had a best friend before, could that be it?

“Y/N, I’m sorry for making you sound like a dog,” he said weakly, barely loud enough for you to hear. You huffed out a small laugh, but he shuffled on his seat restlessly. “No, seriously. I’m jealous, can’t you see?”

You could. After feeling jealous for so many months, watching Taehyung laugh and smile and love someone else, the way Jungkook behaved was all too familiar.

“I hate myself for it,” he sighed, hiding his head in his hands and looking completely dejected. This was enough to shake you out of your grump and sit down next to him, rubbing his back in repetitive motions with the ball of your palm. However, you stayed quiet, knowing that if he was having trouble talking, then coaxing him was going to be the opposite of helpful. This had happened many times with Taehyung, as he’d always clam up more if you tried asking questions.

“You like Taehyung, and not me, I get that. But I don’t want you to think that I want you to stop obsessing over him just so you can spend more time with me. I want you to learn that if someone doesn’t appreciate that a beautiful person has a crush on them, then that person needs to move on. Find someone who does appreciate them.”

“I know where you’re coming from,” you said truthfully, trying not to blush about being called beautiful, even if it was an indirect compliment. “Although Taehyung doesn’t see me in that way, he still cherishes our friendship. Don’t you cherish ours?”

Jungkook didn’t reply, his mouth forming a thin line. You mentally kicked yourself, realising how your words could’ve come across as inconsiderate as you reaffirmed the fact that you were only friends.

“It’ll stop me worrying that you’re crying over him,” he swallowed, his expression subdued and his eyes hazy. You were already hurting him, and you hadn’t even begun to let him help you.

The idea of Jungkook liking you had only crossed your mind briefly, as you didn’t want to get yourself caught up in emotions. But you had still thought about it, and you couldn’t lie: it felt nice knowing that someone took an interest in you. Especially Jungkook, who was sweet and humble and had been a great friend to you the past couple of months.

Hesitatingly, you tried to explain yourself. “I can’t admit that I like you in that way, too,” you mumbled, “because I’ve been fixated on Taehyung for so long now. I’m sorry, Guk. I’ve been doing to you what Taehyung’s been doing to me. I’ve been ignoring your feelings because it felt like the easiest thing to do, all because I don’t want to cause you any pain. From first-hand experience, I know that I’d much rather have someone tell me they don’t like me than keep me in the dark.” You grabbed one of his hands and pulled it away from his face, squeezing his fingers.

“If you want me to leave you alone because you feel uncomfortable, I will, and I’ll understand,” he nodded.

“You’re a good person, Jungkook. But… I guess you are quite cute, so who knows.”

It was a lame attempt to lighten up the mood, but it worked, as Jungkook muffled a laugh with his hand. “Only quite? Wow, that’s harsh, but I’ll take it.”

He took your hands in his as he smiled, making your heart jolt slightly. You weren’t sure whether it was because you knew it was intended as a romantic gesture, or due to the shock of his forwardness. “Would you ever consider dating me?” he asked you gingerly.

Your breath hitched. Biting your lip and forcing yourself to keep eye contact, your mind reeled for something to say. How come in movies it looked so easy? In reality, your gut was twisting, not wanting to lie and fake your feelings.

“I’m not sure, Guk,” you admitted.

He nodded, the smile he wore not quite reaching his eyes. “At least think about it.”


You went home just before 8pm, your back aching and your limbs exhausted from cleaning. Hoseok demanded to walk you home, linking arms with you and happily telling you stories about Yoongi’s sleep talking habits. After he’d left, you dragged your body through the house until you reached the door to your dorm, your mind focused on grabbing some food and going to bed early. However, what you weren’t planning on was seeing Taehyung slumped against the front door, dozing with his arms crossed against his chest and his mouth slightly open.

“Tae? What are you doing here?”

Taehyung cracked open an eye, but when he realised where he was and who was standing there, he leaped up, straightening his jacket and muttering apologies.

“I didn’t mean to come this late, I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes open wide. “I really wanted to see you and I should’ve checked to see if you were here, but I thought a nap sounded like a better idea.”

So much for spending less time with Taehyung. “How did you get in the building?” you asked incredulously.

The familiar mischievous glint appeared in his eye. “I found the spare key.”

“Taehyung!”

“Are you going to let me in or not?”

There was no point in arguing with Taehyung. If you ever came close to having a falling out, Taehyung would always change the topic or apologise, just to stop the conversation from entering dangerous waters. A cheeky grin stretched across his face, knowing that he’d won.

You sighed wearily. “No boys are allowed in, including carrot heads.”

“Not even cute carrot heads?” He puffed out his cheeks and poked them with his fingers, hoping his charm would be enough to persuade you.

Not even bothering with a reply, you pushed him out the way of the door and let yourself in, motioning for him to stay where he was. Going around the house quietly, you knocked on all the bedroom doors and looked inside, checking to see if anyone was home. Luck seemed to be on Taehyung’s side, as the coast was clear.

“Okay, you can come in, but if any of my housemates find out that you’re here, you’re coming to my funeral and you’d better cry.”

The first thing Taehyung did was explore every nook and cranny of your home. He examined the bathroom, the fridge, the cupboards, and every food packet and every flyer stuck on the pin board, while you sat on the sofa and watched the inquisitive boy poke around. Although Taehyung had never been there before, it didn’t feel strange to see his slim frame plodding around your house barefooted. No matter how much pain Taehyung put you through, the joy and comfort he brought always outweighed the negatives.

Eventually, you showed him your bedroom, and observed as he picked up a photo frame of the two of you with a tender smile on his face, rubbing your frozen grins with his thumb. The picture was taken when your families went to Japan together on holiday, and you and Taehyung had decided to go up the Tokyo Skytree at night. Taehyung had his eyes closed in the photo, and it was also slightly blurry, but it brought back a lot of good memories that the quality didn’t matter.

“I was so happy back then,” said Taehyung slowly, gently placing the frame back in its place. “We didn’t have a care in the world.”

“Aren’t you happy now?” you asked softly, trying to not let the sudden feeling of worry enter your voice.

“I am, I really am. It’s just… things are a lot more complicated now.” He turned around to face you, but his expression was blank and you failed to grasp the true meaning behind his words. Taehyung refused to meet your eyes and instead peered around your room, and you knew he wasn’t going to open up easily. Whatever was bothering him he obviously found hard to talk about.

Looking around your room for something to say, your gaze fell upon the pile of blankets on your bed. With an idea forming, you began pulling out each blanket and draped them between your desk and your bed, creating a makeshift shelter. Taehyung quickly figured out what you were doing and helped you build your blanket tent, setting pillows and cushions on the floor to sit on and plugging in a lamp in the corner to provide light.

When you got the idea, you weren’t sure whether Taehyung would join in on your plan, as the last time you created a blanket tent was during middle school. It was originally Taehyung’s idea; in the tent, you could talk about all your secrets and problems, with nothing being off limits and no judgements about whatever was spoken. Usually you were the one doing most of the talking, as Taehyung’s friendly and sociable nature ensured an easy ride through his school years. But he seemed to think it was a good idea as you both crawled in to your newly resurrected tent.

“So, Kim Taehyung, what’s troubling you?” you began, grabbing a blanket and sitting down next to your friend, watching him fiddle with his fingers.

He licked his lips but didn’t say anything, and you could practically see his mind looking for the right words to say. “It’s hard to explain,” he breathed. “It’s probably just me overthinking things, and it’s probably not even true, but… I feel like something’s up with Yeji, you know? Everything’s going fine, there’s nothing wrong, but there’s something missing.”

Forcing yourself to breathe regularly, you asked, “Missing, how?”

“I’m not sure. She’s always been lovely to me, but the other day I saw her with Jimin and they were having an argument. Yeji walked away upset, and when I asked her what was wrong, she wouldn’t tell me. Ever since then, she’s been acting different. So, I asked Jimin, and he said it was nothing to worry about. But I am worrying. Yeji doesn’t treat me how she used to. She’s still wonderful, but it’s not the same anymore, and I don’t know why.”

Guilt was clogging your lungs and punching your heart, but there was nothing you could do. If you told Taehyung what you knew, he would be broken, and it would take a massive toll on your friendship. What could’ve Jimin said that would upset Yeji? Should you tell him now, while you still had the chance?

“I might just be paranoid,” Taehyung continued, not sounding entirely convinced, “but it’s just been getting me down. I wanted to see you because you always cheer me up somehow. Even if you don’t think my carrot hair is cute.”

You snorted, nudging his knee with yours, but your heartstrings tugged as he spoke, knowing that Taehyung’s presence made you feel the same way. Taehyung laughed, looking brighter and more relaxed than he had earlier.

“You don’t need to give me advice. Thanks for, you know… letting me talk,” he said shiftily, his neck going slightly red in embarrassment. “It’s silly, I know. But enough about me. There’s something I want to know, too.” A panic rose in your chest, wondering what dark secret he wanted to unearth. “Y/N, what do you do with Jungkook every morning?”

There was a moment’s silence where you let Taehyung’s question settle in the air, but all thoughts of Jungkook faded as you heard the electronic beep of the front door as someone entered. One of your housemates was home.

“Quick, we need to get you out of here,” you hissed, pushing Taehyung from behind as he scrambled out of the tent.

Luck still on your side, as the bedroom door that opened and closed was in the distance, meaning Jiwon was home. If it was Mijung or Yeona, getting Taehyung past their shared room that lay opposite yours would’ve been difficult.

Putting a finger to your lips, you entered the main area of your dorm, taking off your slippers so you could tiptoe quietly across the wooden floor. Taehyung had a death grip on your hand, not wanting to be left behind as you led him through your house and down the steps, inching past Jiwon’s room where you could hear her taking off her raincoat. Your heart was in your mouth, praying that she couldn’t hear the slight squeak of one of the steps down into the foyer. Slowly and painfully, you slipped on your shoes and made your way to the front door, freedom in your sights, but at this point, your luck ran out.

As soon as you heard Jiwon come out of her bedroom, you bolted, flinging open the front door and yanking Taehyung along.

“Y/N!” you heard her shout behind you, but you were gone, racing past your landlady’s door and out into the cold night air.

The rain was coming down heavily as you stood outside panting, slowly getting soaked as your heart pumped furiously.

Taehyung, on the other hand, let out a small chuckle. “Your face,” he spluttered, and soon he was doubling over as he laughed and laughed. It caught on, both of you in stitches as you shakily recovered from your dramatic exit.

You could feel the rain drowning your skin and clothes, your hair sticking to your face in clumps, but Taehyung still gave you a beaming smile. “You’ve got to go and face her some time,” he pointed out.

“Let me live for a few more minutes.”

He paused his shivering briefly, looking slightly unsure about something. However, it must have been the night to bring back old traditions, as he stretched out his hand for you to take in yours. “Care to join me for a dance?”

“In the rain? How cheesy.”

But you took his hand all the same, and before long you were spinning and twirling in the puddles, getting more and more wet by the minute. Taehyung’s hair deepened to a burnt orange colour, but his smile remained constant and ever-glowing. Not once did he let go of your hand as you threw your head back in delight, feeling the water splash onto your eyelids. Taehyung continued to giggle, pulling his familiar dance moves with added sound effects to accompany them.

It was just like the night at the Tokyo Skytree; a moment where you felt on top of the world, and no one was going to take that away from you.

anonymous asked:

heyyy, i really love your fic recs and i was wondering if you know any secret relationship fics? thanks xx

I can try !

- I’ll show you my heart. , by arrowtomyheart : an AU where Harry is a famous celebrity and Louis is minding his own business in the streets when he gets knocked over by paparazzi trying to get photos of Harry.  (30k, M)

- Behind The Lights , by Tomlinsontoes : Inspired by Maid in Manhattan, but not the same at all. (61k, M)

- Unbelievers , by @isthatyoularry:It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything. (136k, E)

- We’re on fire now , by @lucystarkid​ : Harry loves Louis. Louis loves Harry. Fantastic, right? It can’t get much better than falling head-long in love with your best friend? Sometimes, falling in love is the easy part. When you’re in the biggest band in the world, and your boss comes from the old school where ‘fans want to date their idols’ nothing is going to be straight forward. Through the tough times, Harry and Louis find that family and friends can do amazing things. Even the worst people can change when pushed. And that as long as it’s built on sturdy foundations, love really can conquer all.Featuring: Harry and Louis in love. Fabulously supportive Gemma. Fierce lioness mum’s. A band of brothers. And Simon being Simon.  Set several months in to the iron closet, featuring angst, smut and an eventual happy ending. (40k, E)

- burn to ash , by @bethaboolou​ : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k, E, past secret relationship)

- Just For Me      by @canonlarry : Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.(They do.) (9.5k, E)

- We’re Like Bumper Cars, by  sincehewaseighteen  Or the AU where Louis and Harry are rivals of the century and Cross Country competitors before things get complicated and they play pretend. (31k, E)

- one more for the stars by  imsosorry :   It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.) (16k, M)

- Fall Into Your Gravity, by zarah5 : AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam’s proverbial pigtails and Niall’s really just pleased there are more girls for him. (74k, E)

- all of our important nothings , by  deadspy : Louis stares down at his phone for an eternity before typing out the message.  does she know that paper plane necklace was a gift from my mum to you our first christmas together??? He immediately regrets sending it. He knows it doesn’t matter. Knows Taylor’s necklace is a cheap knockoff of the one Harry had always worn so proudly— knows the way he’d smiled at it, lifting it slowly from the small box he’d been given it to in, the way Jay had met Louis’ eyes from across the room and winked, how it had dangled from Harry’s neck that night as he rode Louis on his childhood bed, the little silver airplane catching on the lights from cars passing by on the road outside shining into his room and casting soft reds and yellows over Harry’s pale skin.[Harry and Louis are in love, Haylor happens, and Louis battles quite a few demons along the way.] (27k, E)

- Emperor’s New Clothes , by sunsetmog  : The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. (92k, E)

- It’s No Secret  , by ivorydreams : It’s not that Harry and Louis are hiding the fact that they’re in a relationship. It’s not them being ashamed of each other. People just never noticed.Or the one where no one knows Harry Styles, the ‘nerd’, and Louis Tomlinson, 'mr. popular football captain’, are in  a romantic relationship. (3k, M)

- so keep my candle bright , by whisperdlullaby : louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own. (78k, E)

New ‘Do Pennywise x Reader

Pennywise  x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Can you make a fanfic where it’s the first few weeks of the relationship and Pennwyise sees the reader with unflattened/natural hair and think she’s a different person breaking into her house? Like her hair is curly now and it wasn’t before whaaa???

Warning: None

Note: So I actually sort of went through something like this. Without my friends knowing I got at least 10 inches of hair cut off and dyed it red so everyone at schook wass so confused when I tried talking to them who I was! Even my own boyfriend XD! Enjoy!

Originally posted by mrbeniciodeltoro

Originally posted by pir-ado

Originally posted by lostinmygrungeworld

You groaned as you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring yelling at you to get up. You groaned and slammed your palm down on the stupid thing silencing it for a little.

Just as you were dozing off again the stupid alarm blared again and this time you slammed your fist down on the snooze button to get it to shut up. You decided it was useless to go back to sleep and sat up your hair all over the place.

You groaned and stretched before slumping forward and idly scratching your face like a zombie. You cracked an eye open before opening both allowing them to adjust to the sunshine coming through the window.

You focused your attention to the clock and jumped when you noticed that it read 6:00.

You were supposed to be leaving the house at 6.

You cursed instantly awake as you ripped the sheets off of you and rushed around the house slipping your pants on, changing your shirt, and of course your hair. Everyday you used a straightener to straighten your hair but not today.

You only had time to brush your hair before you were rushing out the door wrapping some toast in paper towel. Sure enough when you arrived to your work at a local bakery your fellow employees were looking at you strangely like they thought you were another person.

Even regulars thought you were new!

Was not straightening your hair for one day really that much of a change?

Thankfully the bakery was slow so you had time to reminisce about your new boyfriend Pennywise. Yeah I know what your thinking. Pennywise is such an odd name for a guy. Well, Penny is actually not a guy.

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To you, devils boy / Matt Murdock x reader

Originally posted by spderman

Gif source: http://spderman.tumblr.com/post/164432398759

Word count: 1484

Warnings: none

The moment Matt heard you, his heart skipped a beat. It was just like the first time. He heard your Dr Martens hit the floor with each step, coming closer to where he was seated. It was amazing how easily he filtered your sounds out of the noise at Josie’s bar, with all the drunks and the sounds of liquid being poured into glasses. And still, he could make out every single detail of you. Your slow walk, the way you twirled your hair around your finger, the clinging of your armbands against your wrists. And of course, the most obvious, that even Foggy could hear: your hissing sound to men who tried to hit on you.

Matt smiled, and counted the seconds. Four, three, two, one-

“He there, losers.” He heard you sit down on the bar stool next to him, and you gave him a friendly nutch  with your shoulder.

“As lovingly as always,” Foggy said. You winked at him before ordering a drink, and then turned back to your boys.

“So, how’s it going at the famous attorney’s office?” You nipped at your tequila.

“Well, I don’t know how’s it going at Landman and Zack, but-” Foggy teased and you let out a laugh. It was Matt’s favourite sound in the whole world. It was innocent and uncontrolled, unlike the rest of you.

“It’s going okay, I guess. We’ve had a few clients, so I guess we’re doing alright.” Foggy said. You raised your glass to him. “I’ll drink to that.” Foggy’s glass met yours with a big clash, and you cursed. Matt grinned again and raised his class. You softly clanged your glass against his. “To you, devils boy,” you murmured. Your voice was soft, almost a whisper, and Matt doubted that Foggy could’ve heard it. But Matt had heard it very clear and he raised his eyebrows. Was the nickname you gave him just a coincidence? Or did you know more? No, you couldn’t have. Matt had never told you about his night time activities. Or at least, not that he could remember.

Because he did tell you, one night. It was late, probably almost morning, when you two stumbled from the bar to Matt’s apartment. Matt was drunk, really drunk, and you felt the responsibility to accompany him to his house. Even if he wasn’t that drunk, you probably would’ve. You cared for him more than he knew of.

It took Matt four times to open the door to his apartment, and he started giggling. His arm was swung over your shoulder and you struggled, because he was heavier than you thought. You dragged him with you to the couch, where you dropped him. He fell backwards, in the soft cushions, and he smiled. His black hair was messy and sticked a little to his forehead. His tie was loosened up, and his shirt was half open, and he looked incredibly handsome in the sunlight that came from his windows. He looked a little like an angel, you thought. You looked at him adoringly for a few seconds, something you normally didn’t dare to do. “You know how amazing you are, right?” He said with a heavy tongue. “Like, to the moon amazing. Probably to the moon and back.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t even know what that means, Murdock.” You opened the door to his closet and started digging through the clothes, looking for sweatpants and a shirt.  

Matt just kept talking. “You know, you’re lucky your head isn’t the size of the moon. That would be like, really inconvenient.”

“Oh yeah?” You had stopped listening. “Interesting.”

Matt started to get up from the couch. “You know, my head does feel like the seize of the moon. And… Wait, what are you doing?” He stumbled towards you.

You looked up. “I’m looking for sweatpants. I don’t think you wanna sleep in your good pants, right?” Without thinking, you scanned the bottom shelf and your eyes fell on a heavy, iron box. What the hell?

“No!” Even drunk Matthew knew that the box contained secrets that you weren’t supposed to know. He tumbled forward and landed half on you, trying to keep you from opening the box.

You let out a cry of surprise as the drunk boy fell on you. His weight caused you to fall over, with Matt on top of you. If he wasn’t so drunk, this position would be very exciting. But his wide pupils and red cheeks reminded you that Matt was indeed very drunk, and therefore probably had no clue what he was doing. You pushed him off you and sat up. “What the hell, Matt?”

He looked guilty, a little like a lost puppy. “You weren’t supposed to see the box.”

“Why not?”

He shook his head. “Can’t tell you.”

“Fine,” you said. He relaxed a bit, till he saw you leaped forward to the box. “No!” He cried out again, and he launched himself at you once more. It was too late, because your fingers had already opened the iron box and threw the lid off. Matt fell on top of you, but you had already seen enough: a black and red suit, and a mask with two very familiar horns.

And that was two weeks ago. You had found out the morning after that Matt didn’t remember anything from his drunk adventure. And you had waited for him to tell you the truth himself, but now your patience was long gone. So you decided to tease him, so he would found out you knew.

You saw Matt’s eyebrows furrowing and you tried your best not to laugh. He looked so confused, and you secretly enjoyed it. You continued dropping subtle hints throughout the entire evening, which resulted Foggy into thinking you were already drunk. But you could see Matt’s mind racing every time you called him Devils boy, horny boy (which was one of your favourites) and Red. You also casually brought up vigilantes and superheroes, but Matt steered the conversation away from those subjects pretty quickly.

“Okay guys. I’m gonna go home, and I think you should too. But hé, who am I to order you anything? See you tomorrow, Matt. And y/n, take care, okay?” Foggy left the bar, and Matt immediately grabbed your arm. “Let’s go outside for a talk,” he whispered into your ear, before dragging you to a small alley next to Josie’s. He had a firm grip on your arm, but it didn’t hurt. He also didn’t let go.

“Come on, Red, what’s the matter?” You said, with a cheeky grin on your face.

Matt looked rather annoyed. “How do you know?” He said in a low voice.

“Know what?” You decided to play innocent, make him suffer a little bit longer.

Matt took a deep breath. “That I’m…” He didn’t finish his sentence, because he knew he didn’t have to. You let out a laugh. “Daredevil?”

He yanked you closer to him, so your face was just inches away from his. “How?”

Being this close to him suddenly made your knees weak. You saw his plump lips, the stubble on his chin and the little freckles on his nose. You had never seen those freckles before.

“How?” Matt said again.

“You told me yourself,” you whispered. Why were you suddenly so nervous? You had waited for this moment so long!

Matt looked confused. “You were drunk,” you explained with a dry throat. “Two weeks ago. I found the box with your gear, and you told me everything.” You noticed that his hands were on your arms, not gripping tightly anymore, but softly stroking the skin.

He looked speechless. “I won’t tell anyone,” you quickly added. He relaxed a bit. “I know,” he murmured. “Actually, I’m quite happy you know now.”

“You are?”

“You are so hard to keep secrets from. Like Jesus, y/n, you’re like a detective, sticking your nose in everything.”

You let out a laugh, and Matt smiled when he heard that sound. He brought his head closer to yours. “So did you enjoy it? Torturing me this evening?” He teased. You laughed again. “I did, actually, thank you.” He smiled too, and without thinking, you smashed your lips on his. You felt him freeze for a few seconds, and it made you think that you made a terribly mistake, but on the moment you wanted to pull back, he started kissing you back. His hand moved to the side of your face, cupping your cheek, and his other hand pulled you even closer. The blood rushed to your cheeks, and you lost yourself in this make out session. He softly bit on your bottom lip, and you pulled back. Matt looked at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Easy now, Red, or I might start to think you’ve got the devil in you.”

He grinned, and kissed you again.

Love Bug

Based on the art by @eyugho​. I sat down and wrote the entire thing immediately after seeing the piece, so forgive me for any errors (or give me constructive criticism, if you like. This is a one shot piece, and largely unedited, but I just really wanted to write it before the inspiration left my body)

Summary: Keith gets bit by a love bug and falls acts lovey-dovey around the first person he sees, who just so happens to be Lance.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11803710


It had started out simply enough. They’d landed on what Lance would have called “home,” if the thought of that weren’t too painful. Allura and Coran were on a diplomatic mission which didn’t require all the paladins, so she had cleared them to wander around the planet as long as they didn’t stray too far.

The planet really was like Earth, the best parts. They had landed right next to a body of water so giant he would have been tempted to call it an ocean, but the smell was less salt more earth, and the rhythm of the waves a gentle call rather than a commanding presence. Where there wasn’t water there were trees, and these were the things that reminded him that this wasn’t his home. They swayed gently in the wind and if you looked too closely they’d seem to shimmer like heat waves rising off hot pavement.

Still, the place was friendly enough, and so the paladins, at Lance’s urging, had decided to take a break and go swimming.

Most of the paladins, anyway. “Keith!” Lance floated on his back and kicked towards the shore. “Get in!”

“I’m not in the mood to get wet.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll ruin your hair?”

“Keith, I swear to you,” Pidge said, emerging from underwater, “I will get out of this alien sea and build a water canon just for you.”

Keith evidently didn’t think Pidge was messing around, because he took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. To the casual observer he might have seemed reluctant, but Lance was pretty sure Keith was looking forward to swimming. After all, he’d wanted to at least once during their space trip and, to the best of his knowledge, had never gotten to.

“Woo hOO!” Lance shouted, plunging underwater and jumping back out again in triumph.

Keith gave him a weird side glance while making his way to the edge of the water. He dipped his toe in suspiciously, then back out again. “It’s cold.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough.”

Keith looked over in surprise at none other than Hunk, who was coming out of the water towards him.

“Hunk, are you doing what I think you’re doing? Hunk? Hunk!”

Hunk had not been dissuaded by Keith’s pleas and had grabbed him in a bear hug from behind while Keith kicked helplessly into air. Pidge and Lance were giggling from the water.

“That’s what you get!” said Pidge.

“Let me down,” said Keith, still flailing.

“Your call.”

There was a splash as Hunk dropped Keith, who fell into the water still squirming. He emerged to more splash attacks, but even though there was probably water in his eyes, ears, and mouth, he was grinning unmistakably.

The paladins fooled around in the water for a while, but eventually the fun had to end when Allura and Coran’s visit was over. Universe to save, and all that. They all trudged out of the water and dried off, savoring their last moments on this planet so much like Earth outside the castle.

Lance focused on the sea. He missed the ocean, his ocean, and this wasn’t quite the same, but god, it was so familiar nonetheless. There was the sense of eyes on the back of his neck, and he turned around to see Keith staring unabashedly at him. Their eyes met and Keith gave him a small smile that crinkled his eyes, and Lance turned his head away rather quickly, thinking to himself that the reason was he wanted to savor the sea and not that he was trying to hide a blush.

“Paladins,” Allura called, inevitably ending the brief vacation. Reluctantly, they picked up their shirts from the ground that they had dropped before swimming.

That’s when things became less simple, because Keith, apparently, had other ideas.

“Keith, buddy,” Lance said, walking up behind him. “I’m pretty sure you have the wrong shirt.”

“Do I?” There was something foreign about that tone of voice, like everything that had been rough around the edges was smoothed out in those two words.

“Yeah, last time I checked.”

Keith didn’t turn around, just finished pulling the shirt over his head and strolled towards the castle.

“Fine!” Lance said. “Then I guess I’ll have to wear your shirt.” He hurried after him clumsily, shirt over his eyes. Keith briefly turned around to give Lance an infuriating smirk but never broke his stride.

Lance took a few longer steps and put his hand on Keith’s shoulder, this time causing him to stop in his tracks so quickly that Lance almost knocked them both to the ground.

“Look,” said Keith, not even turning around. “If you want the shirt so badly you should take it from me.”

Keith put his hand on Lance’s and slowly moved it to his hip while reaching behind to grab Lance’s other hand to do the same. He curled his fingers around Lance’s and brought them under one corner of the shirt, casually lifting it, letting Lance’s fingers graze his skin.

From behind them came a muffled giggle, like a slap in the face throwing Lance back into reality. He snatched his hands back and held them near his chest, wringing them.

Keith finally turned around to face him, staring Lance dead in the eyes with a puppy dog look. Lance couldn’t get his voice to work, hell, couldn’t get his brain to work, as it was too busy rebooting. Did Keith know? Did someone tell him that if he flirted he would definitely break Lance? Was this all a big joke?

His own tongue feeling too foreign in his mouth to manage distinguishable sounds.“Ahh.. uhh-what?” he finally managed.

Keith gave him one last playful smile before turning away, leaving Lance struggling to regain control of his mind in a place that made him feel so happy, but was just a little off in apparently every way.

***

“What?!” Lance exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”

“Chill,” said Pidge, sparing him a glance away from her intense examination of the creature. “The love bug bite will wear off in a few days.”

“It’s quite harmless,” Allura quipped, looking to Lance as though she was internally fending off a fit of laughter.

Lance walked towards them, which was rather difficult considering he had Keith clinging to his back like a lifeline. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have this leach stuck to your back.”

“Be nice,” Allura chided, before turning away to join Pidge in her curious study of the love bug.

“Ugh!” Lance said, staggering past them to get anywhere but here.

“Did I ever tell you what a pretty name Lance was?” Keith said snuggling his chin into the crook of Lance’s shoulder, and Lance’s cheeks turned more red than he thought was humanly possible. He walked faster, until the laughter Pidge and Allura hadn’t bothered to conceal this time was nothing but an echo.

When he was safely out of earshot Lance craned his neck around to look at Keith. “Do you mind?”

Keith blinked up at him innocently. “Mind what?”

Lance sighed. He was exhausted and, if he was being honest, what he really needed right now was to be alone his room, in the dark, so that he could cry in peace. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to yell at Keith.

“It’s kind of hard to walk with you on my back like that,” he opted for instead. “Would it work for you if we held hands?”

Keith happily untangled himself from Lance’s back and grabbed his hand instead. “Sure!”

The two of them walked through the castle in relative silence, their footsteps echoing in the emptiness. Keith seemed fine with all of this; he actually seemed to be enjoying Lance’s company and was happy with nothing more, as long as he could rest his head on Lance’s arm, of course. In the back of his mind, Lance wondered where the ultra flirty beach Keith had gone and if he would be making a surprise return, but he was too preoccupied with the fact that he was holding hands with Keith-fucking-Kogane to dwell on it. His hands were gentler than he’d expected. Calloused but warm and comforting; not too tight a grip unless he felt Lance slipping and subtly squeezed him a little more.

Lance wasn’t really sure of where he was going until they ended up on the training deck. This could actually work out perfectly, if he played it right.

“Keith, buddy? Do you think you could let go of my hand and we could train together?”

“Sure!” Wow, this was easier than Lance thought it would be. Keith seemed content to do whatever Lance asked, as long as they were together.

Lance started the simulation and they fell back into silence, although this time it felt more comfortable. They stayed back to back the entire time and progressed smoothly, better than even with the rest of the team. He felt like he was in a trance; logically, he knew that this wasn’t organic, but even so, it felt so smooth, so right. He and Keith moved like a well oiled machine who had been teaming up for years. He briefly wondered if they would keep doing this after the love bug bite wore off, but again quickly dismissed the thought. Lance and Keith were friends, sure, and they’d gotten closer, but that didn’t mean they’d be anything more. In fact, after this, Lance wasn’t sure either of them would want to look each other in the eyes again.

“I think we should stop,” said Lance, panting a little. He walked over to the wall and leaned against it, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“Alright,” Keith said, turning off the simulation before it started another level of training. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think I’m going to take a break and relax.”

“Relaxing sounds nice,” said Keith, his breath tickling Lance’s ear.

Lance’s opened his eyes, startled, and jolted his head so suddenly that he narrowly avoided smashing Keith’s skull against his. Keith was inches from him. Keith had him pinned to the wall. Oh my god, Keith had him pinned to the wall.

“You have such pretty eyes,” Keith breathed.

He put his right hand gently on top of Lance’s and rubbed it with his thumb. Lance could feel a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. Keith must think he was so gross right now. No! Was he crazy, that’s what he was worried about? Keith didn’t care in the slightest; he was leaning into Lance, eyes never leaving his own, closing, slowly, their noses were touching -

Stop!”

Lance regained control of his body again, and not a second too late. Keith would have kissed him and in a few days he would have come back to real life and never forgiven him, and Lance didn’t want to lose him. He’d rather keep Keith as just a friend than face a world where he genuinely hated him and couldn’t trust him. Keith wasn’t himself, and Lance would never take advantage of that.

“What? Was I doing something wrong?” Keith bit his bottom lip, and Lance lost it.

He pushed passed him roughly. “Don’t talk to me.”

“Lance,” Keith cooed. “Don’t be that way! We can take it slow. Come cuddle with me.”

“Cuddle?! Are you serious? You don’t even like me!”

“Lance, why would you say that?”

“Because you don’t! And I like you, okay? And I know that you don’t like me back, and that you don’t mean all this lovey-dovey stuff you’ve been saying! I know! And I also know that it’s not your fault you got bitten by a fucking hormone bug or some shit, but god, do you think that makes it hurt less?”

Keith was in a state of shock, tears running down his face and making no attempt to conceal it. “If you like me, then why would you say that?”

Keith’s face became blurred and hard to see, or maybe that was just Lance’s eyes tearing up. “Because only one of us is thinking straight, and it hurts too much to preserve your feelings by indulging them. Goodbye, Keith.”

Lance ran down the hall. He heard footsteps following him and knew that Keith physically couldn’t resist chasing him, so he hit a button to shut a door in his way, kept running, and didn’t look back.

***

There was a knock on the door and Lance reluctantly dragged himself out of bed to answer it, eyes half closed and trained towards the floor. He stumbled over piles of dirty clothes that had been lying there for three days now since he’d locked himself in his room. “Hey, Hunk, you’re early.”

“Hey.”

Lance froze but forced himself to look at Keith. He kept his gaze trained on his forehead, pretending he could see straight through him. “Is it actually you?”

“It’s me.”

Lance knew he was telling the truth, something about his voice and how it was rougher than it was before, and somehow that was so much more painful. He felt his head start to pound as his throat closed up and he moved to close the door. “I think you should go.”

Keith caught his arm and Lance froze. Why did he always freeze up? He used to be fine around Keith, it’s not like this crush was anything new, so why did what was basically a brainwashing incident matter?

“Can we talk?”

“Not much to say,” Lance mumbled.

“Lance, it’s fuzzy, but I remember what happened.”

Lance’s stomach was struggling to escape via his throat. “You remember?”

“Like I said, it’s a little blurry, but I remember you told me how you felt.”

Keith’s hand had somehow moved down Lance’s arm and into his palm. Still calloused yet tender. Why was he so good at hand holding, even now? How was that fair?

“Lance.” Keith’s breath was on his chin. He smelled like metal and mint leaves. “I-I feel the same way. The love bug, it didn’t get it all right, but it brought out feelings that were already there. I just didn’t want to say it.”

“And you’re sure this is you talking?”

Keith squeezed his hand and held it tightly. “Lance, can I kiss you?”

There were so many thoughts floating around in Lance’s head, and so many things he wanted Keith to know, but they didn’t really matter to this moment in time. Ultimately, they all added up to the same feeling, and at this very moment all Lance wanted to do was let Keith feel it too.

Lance squeezed his hand back. “Yes.”

the water was shimmering, catching every single hint of light from the city and from where magnus sat on the bench, riverside, it looked something like a thousand glittering jewels or liquid midnight. all of that light reflected in his eyes and somewhere off in the distance, a tugboat wailed, the sound echoing off of the water and out through the city, mingling with the sound of the traffic that was spilling through it.

reclining against the back of the bench, magnus was the epitome of calm and control. leaned back with his arm slung over the back, there was a powerful grace that settled in him. that same kind of grace that hinted at just how deadly he could be. the wind ruffled his hair and he tipped is chin up, goatee catching just a hint of the light as the cool air from the water slipped underneath his coat. but he didn’t shift, he didn’t move, just sat waiting and listening.

and soon enough he could hear it. footsteps. two pairs, one concealed and one glaringly obvious. the heavy thump paired with the quiet scuttle and was that… yes he could hear the fingers curling around the grip of a gun. his lips twitched and he dropped his chin. clearing his throat as he waited until the heavy footsteps got closer.

“i would have expected a little more imagination.” every single word was lazy and yet his voice, the deepness of it, echoed out over the water and back, the hard coldness of it cutting the chill. immediately the footsteps stopped. he shifted, rings glinting in the light from the city, his other hand pressed in his lap twitching. he wanted to reach for his gun but he didn’t, not just yet.

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I thought he was proud.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen,
Word count : 1,727
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 4 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



You had been on set for a few hours now, and no one had even heard from Jared. You were keeping River distracted, which wasn’t hard. He was a huge fan of the show, so everything interested him. He had even followed a Boom guy around for about 20 minutes asking a million questions. He wanted to know every aspect of filming the show. Finally, Misha had offered to show him the set of the bunker, so that’s where you stood now.

“Hey.” Jensen came over. He had been on set much earlier than you filming, so you hadn’t seen him yet, until then.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Still no word?”

You shrugged. “I guess not.”

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MONSTA X vs BTS (Yandere Ver): Going After The Same Girl

Anon Asked:  Monsta X Yandere vs BTS Yandere going after the same girl? Like they’re paired off, one member vs one member? TYVM! ❤❤

OOHhhhh!~ This one was super interesting!~ I’m not sure how you wanted it or if you wanted a certain member against another certain member, but here you go love! If you don’t like it just let us know and we will do it again!~ I won’t say who wins out of the two ! Feel free to pick the winner!~

For those of you that don’t know what a Yandere is: It is a character whom is obssessed with the main character. They adore and lust after that person so much that they can’t stand other people to be around them in fear of them being taken away from them. They give them their all just to make that person happy, even if it means themselves getting hurt or worse. In some cases they will also hurt or eliminate those they find to be a threat around the M/C.
Hope this cleared anything up !~ ^^


Seokjin vs Hyungwon

These two charming princes would both be cocky and sarcastic towards eachother when it came to you. Hyungwon hated it whenever Jin would lean over you and shower you in compliments and that kind smile of his. Jin hated it the most when Hyungwon would bring you small gifts, and would steal your smiles with the little flirty looks that he sent your way. 

Jin lingered around you all the time, bringing you coffee in the morning to start off your day, he helped you with anything that you needed weather it be school or work related. He was clumsy,around you yes, but that’s only because you made his heart always skip a beat when he saw you. He wanted you to rely on him and only him.

Hyungwon was drunk on you. He loved everything about you and had always wanted to be around you. During the day he lazily slithered his long fingers through your hair and kissed the tips of your locks. He smiled warmly at you as you spoke, and would occasionally touch his fingertips to your cheek or chin.

The way they fight for you: Jin was walking you to class as Hyungwon saw and glared your way. He hurriedly made his way over to where you were and slinked an arm over your shoulder ,pulling you back away from him. He kept a frown upon his face as Jin dropped his thing and grabbed for you, but failed due to Hyungwon putting you behind him. Jin had, had enough and threw his hands up feeling his face flare up with rage as he aimed for Hyungwon’s throat but he failed again as Hyungwon threw up his hands at the same time, grabbing Jin’s in his. Now the two fought for your affection as they pushed and shoved eachother back and forth, jaw clenched, gritting their teeth, and eye brows dangerously arched.

Which prince would you want to ride off into the sunset with?

Seokjin: “I think we make a great team don’t you? Hyungwon only cares about looks. I can give you so much more Y/N, If you would just accept my heart and give me yours in return?”

Originally posted by syubbie

Hyungwon: “All Seokjin is going to do is hurt you, just like everyone else will do. Let me into your heart Y/N. I will always be there to protect you from the rainy days in your life…”

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx


Wonho vs Jimin: 

These bad boys,may have the rock hard abs and the super cool attitude, but when it came to you, they can’t help but soften up. You are the only person that could make them smile and put their heart and nerves at ease. They just could not stand eachother. Jimin hated the fact that Wonho always called you “His” woman, and how he was always around you, and the times that he wasn’t, there was his jacket wrapped around you, letting him know that he still was. Wonho hated it the most when Jimin’s dimpled smile made you smile, he too hated it whenever he told everyone that you were his, and his only. The only thing that he could do was grit his teeth as you two walked by together and Jimin smirked his way along with a wink.

Jimin trailed right beside you as he carried your things for you, fearing that you would tire yourself out before the day was finished. His cute smile made you feel warm and fuzzy as you walked side by side down the hallway, but the minute you turned your head from him, his smile faded away as he shot anyone that looked your way a death glare. Even though you had though he was innocent, it didn’t appear that way to other people.

Wonho, being pretty popular with the ladies, brushed them to the side. He really didn’t care for their attention. The only attention that he craved was yours. He wanted you. He wanted every inch of you. He would leave everyone in the dust just to catch up with you as you walked across campus. He didn’t care to tune everyone out around him. Your voice was the only one that he longed to hear.

The way they fight for you: The minute that Wonho saw you and Jimin laughing among yourselves he felt every inch of him tingle as his heart started to race and he pushed the group of people that surrounded him before he walked over to you both. When Jimin saw Wonho inching closer he quickly stood up, on high on his guard as he swiped a fist across Jimin’s face. Jimin already knowing what was coming just wiped the blood from his mouth as he chuckled. He had known that Wonho too had eyes for you, but he tightened his balled up fists, as if to say that he too wasn’t going to give you up either, before he returned the gesture.

Jimin: “You think I’m going to hand Y/N over like nothing, without a fight? Hah! You’re crazy… She belongs to me.”

Originally posted by sugaglos

Wonho: “Have feeling for her all you want. But we both know that I am more suited to take protect and take care of Y/N..She’s mine.”

Originally posted by monbb


Hoseok vs Minhyuk:

These two balls of sunshine made your life nothing but positive and happy. The only problem was that,there was only room for one sun in your universe. Hoseok hated it the most when he caught Minhyuk popping his head in and out of where you were both were spending time together, with that cheeky smile knowing he had pissed Hoseok off by the way he had frowned when you turned your head from him to smile back at Minhyuk. Minhyuk hated it whenever he saw Hoseok following you around everywhere like a little puppy. All he could do was watch from afar and click his tongue as you walked together.

Even though Hoseok followed you around, tailing behind you, you couldn’t help but find it cute. But the minute you looked away he became serious and exasperated. In your view he was sweet and loyal, to others he was cold and offstandish. He didn’t care what others thought. He only cared for your opinion and thoughts on him and the things he did.

Minhyuk was always happy around you. Giving you piggy back rides here and there. He loved to latch onto you whenever you were around and squeeze you until you couldn’t breathe. He never wanted to let you go. He just couldn’t.

The way they fight for you: Hoseok couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His heart dropped as he watched as Minhyuk started to pull you onto his back into a piggy back stance. Throwing everything to the side, with a look of disgust upon his face he treaded over to where you both stood, giggling. He picked you up in his arms and set you over to the side back on the ground and grabbed Minhyuk by the front of his shirt and shook him asking him what he was doing with you. The next thing you knew Minhyuk put on the most innocent facade and frowned, making himself shake. Knowing you would run to his aid and scold Hoseok, he slyly smiled to himself as you two walked way leaving Hoseok standing in shock.

Hoseok: *talking to Minhyuk* “I know all your games and tricks. You can’t play the innocent card with me. I see right through it. You better stay away from Y/N. She is mine and I don’t like sharing..”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Minhyuk: *smirks* “Oh but you see Hoseok, if I were to pout and cry out for help, she would leave your side and be with me for the violent monster that you are. Are you sure you want to play against the odds? Hm?”

Originally posted by chyogi


Jungkook vs Kihyun:

Both handsome studs would fight with their own way in winning you over. Kihyun being the someone who was popular among everyone had no fear that you would chose that Jungkook over him anyday, but Jungkook was not going to admit defeat. If it was one thing he was good at. It was aiming high for the thing that mattered most to him, and you were who he wanted the most in his life, and he always got what he wanted.

Just like Wonho, Kihyun would push out anyone and everyone from his view except for you. On the outside he was polite to everyone, making him popular. But the only reason for this was because he had wanted many connections, especially if he needed someone to take out anyone that was close to you. Jungkook on the other hand was a lone wolf. He cut off anyone and everyone around him except for you. He didn’t care if he was thought of as a delinquent or strange. He only had cared about what you thought about him.

The way they fight for you: When Kihyun had walked up to you,trying all he could do to make you agree on going out with him, Jungkook lost it. He couldn’t stand seeing other men around you, let alone his rival Kihyun. Running over to the both of you, he swiftly passed you and tackled Kihyun to the ground when he threw his hands upon his neck. He was beyond scared that he would lose you to him so he just lost it trying to squeeze the air out of him. Two of Kihyun’s friends witnessed the scene and ran to Kihyun’s aid, throwing Jungkook off of him and held him there as you watched in horror as Kihyun got up with a grin and started to punch Jungkook over and over again in his stomach, yelling over and over that you were his.

Kihyun: *Picking himself up and walking over to Jungkook* “You’re going to pay for that, and you’re going to pay for trying to take away my girl.”

Originally posted by wonhobe

Jungkook: *grits teeth* “She’s not your girl ! She’s mine!”

Originally posted by the-rap-man


Shownu vs Namjoon

The fact of the matter was you had two totally different guys that lusted after you which made it all the more harder for you.

There was Namjoon. He listened to everything you had to say, gave you the best advice, and helped you with anything school wise. He used his smarts and down to earth attitude to grab your attention, making you feel as though you could lean on him without being afraid because of how open he was with you. He lingered around you, a smile upon his face, an arm wrapped around you, and his other hand held a good book, as he read you lines from within the pages. He spent his days drunk in you and beautiful and romantic literature that reminded him of you.

 Shownu on the other hand showed you his loyalty by using his actions instead of words. No one dare messed with you because he would pummel them to the ground. If you needed help in reaching or carrying something heavy, there he was always lending a helping hand. He dropped anything and everything for you, just to make sure you were happy yet safe at the same time.

The way they fight for you: The way that you sat propped up on Namjoon’s lap as he read aloud from another poetic book while he draped a lazy arm around you made Shownu twitch. He couldn’t stand it when other people were around you, but it made him go completely insane whenever he saw Namjoon around you because he knew his true intentions. Without thinking he went straight over to you and him, and stopped right in front of you with a serious expression across his face as he glared over at Namjoon. Namjoon knew what he was there for as his grip around you tightened making you squirm. As soon as you started to do that, Shownu pulled you from him and heaved you over his shoulder making you start to protest, asking him what he was dong, but he didnt listen. Instead he walked away, leaving Namjoon sitting there alone, in his thoughts on what his next move was.

Namjoon: “Come on Y/N. Don’t fall for that guy. You know the old saying, Brains over Brawn.” *smiles slyly*

Originally posted by baebsaes

Shownu: “He can’t protect you like I can Y/N. At least with me, you’re always going to be safe..”

Originally posted by garisanee


Jooheon vs Yoongi

The one thing these two knew what to do was fight back with fire and sharp tongues.

Yoongi paid not attention to others, making him appear cold and stuck up. But in reality he was beyond kind, at least to you. He followed you around, always watching your back, protecting you from those who he thought would want to hurt you. He always kept a close eye on you. It pained him whenever you two had to part ways because he worried dearly about you. What if something happened to you and he wasn’t there in time? What if you didn’t eat? What if you couldn’t sleep? You were constantly on his mind and heart.

Jooheon on the other hand was kind to everyone, you especially. He gave you the special treatment when it came to showering you with affection. He followed right beside you when he saw Yoongi was out of sight from you. Although you too thought he was sweet and innocent, in reality he did all he could to manipulate you, trying to talk you into cutting your friendship short with Yoongi because it would just be damaging to such a person like you, or would end up spilling rumors and lies about him trying to make you think otherwise.

The way they fight for you: When Yoongi saw Jooheon near you he became high on his guard as he made his way over there. He already knew how he really was so he became alert when he saw him talking to you, but the moment he heard the conversation, he shoved him back ,away from you and onto the ground. Yoongi was shaking with rage, but all Jooheon could do was stand back up and chuckle shaking his head, looking over to you, telling you that this is what he was talking about.

Jooheon: “See Y/N..I told you he was violent. You belong with me. Someone who would not be this psychotic. You deserve better than this trash.”

Originally posted by j00h0ney

Yoongi: “He is more harmful than I am Y/N! He is trying to get in your head! I would never ever hurt you…I love you !”

Originally posted by ayoyoongi


Changkyun vs Taehyung

Both silly and eccentric boys always clashed when it came to gaining your affection and attention.

Taehyung liked to latch onto you. That’s where he was most of the time, by your side. He was just like a loyal puppy. Never leaving your side, only to get the things you needed so you didn’t have to get up yourself. He was most comforted when he had his arms around you and his face buried into your chest. He didn’t care if people starred or if you protested for him to stop because it was so embarrassing. He always wanted to show you his deep love for you, so he showed it through physical contact.

Changkyun on the other hand kept his distance. Although there were days that he did get the uncontrollable urge to touch you, he fought back. He loved you just as much as Taehyung did, but he was so scared to show it, in fear that he would either scare you away, or love you so hard that you would just…break. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, afterall, you were the reason that he greeted each day with a smile.

The way they fight for you: It would not be pretty when they actually did fight. It all started off when Changkyun got ticked off for Taehyung pulling you into him and walking you away from him because he had wanted to spend time with you. Changkyun lost all his control as his urges surfaced and he grabbed your arm, jerking you towards him. Seeing this and your surprised expression, made Taehyung finally lose his smile as he lunged forward toward Changkyun. The next thing you knew you screamed out for them to stop as they started to beat eachother up on the floor in front of you,not stopping until one or the other finally passed out unconscious. 

Changkyun: “I didn’t mean to grab you like that Y/N…please forgive me! I just can’t stand it that he thinks that he owns you..I’m not going to give up to someone like him.”

Originally posted by lim-changkyun

Taehyung: “You still don’t get it do you? Y/N is mine. She always has been and will be forever. You already lost.”

Originally posted by myeong-su



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anonymous asked:

Alright. Logicality of Patton trying to help Logan experience actual feelings besides the love he has for him. But logic doesn't want to do it out in the open in the fear or embarrassment that someone other than Patton will see. So they try to do it while in each other's rooms or when Roman and anxiety aren't home. Sorry if that was long...

Here ya go Nonie-this may have turned into a three parter whoops! so here is part one

Warnings: none, let me know if you need something tagged


The List

Part One- The Fluff a.k.a The hurt/Comfort

Patton’s eyes scanned the list he had found tucked between the pages of one of

Logan’s books. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, it looked very much like a to-do list, a neat column of items with a small box next to each word. However it was a list of emotions.

Joy

Fear

Longing

Anger

Love ✔️ June 3rd 2017

Sadness

Homesick

Hope

Confusion twigged with worry filled him as he read and reread the list. Only one thing was checked off, love. Next to it a date was scribbled and Patton recognized as the day Logic had confessed, struggling to name what he was feeling.

Because that was just it, Patton thought with a smile, it wasn’t that Logan didn’t feel, it was that he couldn’t put names to the things he was feeling.

“Patton?” Logan stood in the doorway looking absolutely horrified.

“I wasn’t snooping, I swear. I just came in to put your laundry away and I found it.” He trailed off, it sounded like a flimsy excuse, even to his own ears. Logan strode forward, snatching the paper out of his hand, quickly folding it and tucking it into his back pocket. He didn’t seem mad, much to Patton’s relief. Rather his cheeks were turning pink and the tips of his ears were scarlet and his gaze was fixed on the carpet.

“What was that, exactly?” He asked slowly, knowing he was pushing his luck.

“It was nothing.” Logan said, brushing past him and busying himself at the desk.

“That’s quite a reaction over nothing,”

“I’m sure I don’t know what your talking about,”

Patton slipped up behind Logan, wrapping his arms around his waist. “ If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were feeling embarrassed.” Silence was his only answer as Logan continued to aimlessly shuffle papers on the desk. Patton slipped his hand in to Logan’s back pocket and retrieved the list, maybe a little slower than was strictly speaking necessary. He chuckled at Logan’s small squeak and plastered on his most innocent face. He smoothed the paper out on the desk, reaching for a pen. In his own, messier, writing he added the word “embarrassment” to the bottom and checked it off with the date.

“There, which one should we do next?” he asked cheerily, his brows knitting together in confusion as he watched Logan’s face slip from mortification into a something near bewilderment before a small smile broke through. Patton’s eyes flew wide as Logan pulled him in by a fist full of shirt.

“Thank you.” He murmured against his lips. “ I just want to be normal, I don’t want to be emotionless.”

Patton pulled back with a frown. “Logan,” he reached up to cup his cheek,  “you are already normal. And you’re not emotionless, I bet you’ve felt the things on this list before. Come on” he pressed the list into Logan’s hands and watched his eyes read over. Then read over it again. And again.

Logan’s shoulders slumped, he set the list on the desk and quickly left the room.

“Lo,” he called, but got no answer. With a sigh he read the list again his eyes catching on the last word,

Hope.

 

Could it truly be that Logan had never felt hope? The thought broke his heart. Like really. He felt hot tears building in his eyes and he tried to laugh them off. It didn’t work, so with fat tears rolling down his face and fists clenched in frustration at himself. He curled himself up on Logan’s bed and tried to calm down, but he couldn’t.  Thoughtful, curious Logan feeling alone, feeling different and outside, hopeless. Patton wanted to go to him, but he couldn’t calm down enough. Eventually he cried himself to sleep.

“Patton?” once again Logan was calling his name from the doorway. “Are you okay?” he asked, coming to sit down tentatively next to him.

“Oh yeah,” Patton smiled slightly, rubbing at his eyes which still felt dry and tired. “Just had a little cry, i was overdue for one.”

“Why?”

“Because I was sad,”

“Why?”

“I was thinking about you feeling hopeless, and that made me sad.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense.” Patton sat up to look at him, feeling just a bit offended.

“Yes it does.”

“No it doesn’t. You feel hope. If you were feeling hopeless that might make you sad, but why should my not experiencing hope make you feel sad?”  

“I love you Logan.” that was clearly not the answer he had been expecting, and his face twisted up at the seeming topic change.

“Yes, I know that.”

“But do you feel it?”

“What? What does that even mean?”

“Do you feel that I love you? Can you feel it in your heart that you matter to me? That the thought of you in pain would hurt me as if it was me that was in pain? I love you so much Lo, and I just want you to be happy. I want it more than I want to be happy.”  Patton bit his lip, watching Logic’s face carefully. He may have broken him. Logan’s eyes were shock-wide and he opened and closed his mouth a few times but didn’t speak a word.

Morality opened his arms widely, but Logan was still frozen. So instead he leaned forward and pulled him into his arms. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” he whispered, running a hand up and down Logic’s back.

“I feel, like my heart’s pounding, but also like something is squeezing it. And I feel like I want to smile so hard my face breaks, and also like I want to cry. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“That kind of sounds like joy to me,”

“It does?”

“Yeah. Can you think of other times you’ve felt like this?”

“Um, not the crying part, but the rest when I study the Cassini reports, and last year when we went to the observatory.”

“Oh yes, this is definitely joy, go mark it on your list.”

 

They stayed up talking all night, and by time they fell asleep they had checked off almost everything. All that was left was hope and longing, and well, Patton had a plan.


Thanks for reading keep your eyes peeled for part two- the angst, in which Patton reqruites some help to teach Logan about hope   and part three-the smut, for those of you who want to stick around for a very teasing Patton teaches Logan the meaning of longing ;)


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Don’t Let Me Go Pt.3

A PART THREE !!! THIS IS BRAZYYYYY I DIDN’T THINK THIS IMAGINE WOULD BE SO POPULAR ! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REQUESTS AND SUPPORT AND LOVE. I CANNOT WITH YALL YOU GUYS ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST <333

HERE IT IS THE LONG AWAITED PART THREE <3

Warnings; hmm idk

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3 Months Later

To say that Spencer was being overprotective would be an understatement. Spencer was being out of this world, obsessively protective of you and your health.

Ever since they let you out of the hospital, Spencer never let you out of his sight for longer than five minutes. You were under a microscope now and nothing made you more annoyed. You loved when he was clingy and protective of you, but not like this.

Before the accident, Spencer always gave you the space you needed. But that wasn’t the case now. It was ridiculous and you could feel yourself getting closer to your breaking point. You were so close to blowing up in his face and let him know exactly how you have been feeling - but it would feel so wrong to do that. He has been nothing but caring and loving towards you and if you were to yell at him for being just that, it wouldn’t be fair.

Today all you wanted to do was go on a run and enjoy the fresh air and the warm summer sun. You had gotten your cast off about a week ago and a light jog around the nearby track was all you had been thinking of. Due to your loving boyfriend’s lack of athleticism, it was a no-brainer that he would never agree to let you go because he hated anything having to do with exercise - which is why you decided to leave while he takes his power nap.

It was a difficult task to sneak out without alerting him, but who cares? You are not a grounded teenager.

You decided to leave your phone at home to let it charge and also for you to enjoy your time outside. and admire all of mother nature’s work. You know when Spencer wakes and realizes you’re not there, he’s going to call and when you don’t answer he’s going to think the worst.

You ran out of the house, the warm summer air already heating up your skin. As you ran off the front yard and down the block, you inhaled the fresh breeze around you and closed off your stressful thoughts.

All you wanted was some peace and quiet in isolation where you could shut off your thoughts and just enjoy the moment of being in the present and most importantly, alive.

“You’re extremely lucky you survived,” the doctor said to you as he wrote something on his clipboard. “Something kept you going.

The thoughts you were trying so hard to block off just kept coming back. Spencer’s genuinely concerned and loving features appeared in every corner of your mind. He was so sweet and perfect to you - quirks and all. He had been trying so hard to keep you safe and ironically before your kidnapping happened, you had done the same with him.

You always kept a watchful eye on him, ready to attack anyone with bad intentions towards him. He’s so innocently cute and often you thought of him as a lost puppy. He’s so outstandingly intelligent, yet he is always so lost. When you first met him, it was like an instant connection. You were probably the only one the team that could keep up with his mind and that is what brought you guys closer than ever.

He understood you like no one else, and you to him.

At the beginning of your relationship, he was a little awkward, of course, but that never deviated you from him. You had thought that this strongly intellectual man did not need a woman in his life. He was too busy for that. And for a while, he thought the same. But once you came into his life, he realized that the reason of him never falling in love was because he never found the right woman. Now the two of you were inseparable.

Your light jog had turned into a full-blown sprint as your mind raced with memories of the two of you. The two of you had been through it all.

"What made you wake up?” JJ asked, her hand holding yours in a nurturing way.

“I, I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t remember anything, I just remember

shooting the guy and then passing out.”

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as you force your legs to stop running. You tiredly jog over to the nearest park bench of plop down onto it.

A memory resurfaced.

Everything was black, and you couldn’t feel anything. It almost felt like you were a ghost, but you couldn’t feel anything.

“But I have to do right by you,” someone sniffles. Spencer. “If you want me to let you go, I will. But please, if you’re somewhere in there and you can somehow hear me, give me a sign. Give me a sign, and I promise I will never ignore you the way I did, ever again. I promise you will spend every day, loved. Please, Y/N, give me something. I love you.”

“It was you,” you state. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as to why you could not for the life of you remember what had happened during your coma until now. He was the reason you woke up, and you gave credit to science and medicine.

***

Spencer had lifted himself from the position on the couch, completely rejuvenated from his nap.

“Y/N?” He called out as he stood up from the couch and stretched. He awaited your response, but it never came.

A panic begins to set in as he realized how eerily quiet the house was which was unusual for you.

“No, no, no, where are you?” He asks himself as he begins to run around the house trying to find you. He pulls his cell out of his pocket and quickly dials your number saved in his favorites.

Ring, ring, ring, ring. Your phone lights up from across the room, a picture of the two of you on the screen.

His heart begins to race along with his mind. The thought of losing you again was unbearable to him, and after getting a taste of his worst nightmare, he couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you again.

He runs into the kitchen and desperately grabs the key off of one of the hooks in the kitchen.

The second he steps outside, your running figure comes into the front yard. A noticeable frown on your soft features.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay,” he exclaims in relief. He jogs over to you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug, your arms around his neck and his tied around your waist.

The feeling of his grip and just how perfectly your bodies melted into each other triggered something in you. Tears began trickling down your face as you buried your face in his neck.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” Spencer asks, his hand reaching up to smooth the back of your hair.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you sniffle as you pull away from him. “For everything you’ve done for me.”

“Where did this come from?”

“I remember what happened at the hospital,” you wipe away at your tears. Spencer’s eyes stayed on you, watching every word that left your lips. “I know that you promised me love every day. I know that you reached out to me, no matter how much of a vegetable I was. You didn’t give up on me.”

“Of course, I would never give up on you, Y/N,” Spencer places his hands on my cheeks and uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe away my hot tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You answer.

“I know why you ran off during my nap,” Spencer announces. “I’ve been reading your body language lately and it just hit me. You’re tired of me hovering and following your every move.”

“Spencer-”

“No, Y/N, I’m sorry for treating you like property,” he frowns. “It was never my intention to make you feel like a hostage. I just wanted to keep you safe and I thought that if I were with you everywhere, I would be able to do just that. I failed you once, and I don’t want to do it again.”

“Thank you,” you nod understandingly. “Spence, you never failed me. Hell, if Morgan couldn’t save me, how could you have?”

A small smile appeared on Spencer’s lips at your light tease.

“Come on, let’s go inside and run you a bath,” he suggests and you happily comply.

“You reading my body language again, Doctor?”

“Yeah, you seem a little tense.”

You threw your head back and let out a string of laughter. Spencer looked down at you lovingly as he threw an arm over your shoulders and walked into the house with you next to him. Your hand automatically interlocked with his resting on your shoulder and a feeling of happiness fluttered inside him.

“I love you,” he says one more time before pressing a tender kiss to your temple.




A/N

YUHHHHHH ITS DONE !!! I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE! ITS NOT AS LONG AS I HAD HOPED BUT ITS REALLY CUTE SO HOPEFULLY THAT MAKES UP FOR IT !! MUCH LOVE <3333