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In [Harry Potter’s] Heartbeat

“Hi, Harry!” Hermione said brightly as she slid into the seat across from Harry at his table in the library.

“Hey, ‘Mione,” Harry responded absently, not breaking his gaze away from where Draco Malfoy sat, a few tables over. His Transfiguration essay lay forgotten on the table in front of him. Hermione rolled her eyes when she noticed that Harry had only written down two sentences.

“Listen, Harry, I was wondering if you could help me with some of my homework,” Hermione put forth.

Harry didn’t bother to reply this time. He probably wasn’t even listening, as he was far too distracted watching Draco saunter out of the library.

“Harry?”

Harry abruptly turned his head to face Hermione.

“Oh, did you say something? Sorry, I was…” Harry paused and blushed an intense shade of puce. “Daydreaming,” he finished quickly and coughed. “What were you saying?”

Hermione shook her head in amusement at Harry’s obvious crush on Draco.

“I asked if you’d like to help me with an assignment for my Ancient Studies class,” Hermione said and Harry gasped.

“Hermione Granger is asking Harry Potter for help with an assignment? I never thought this day would come. Well, go on. What is it you need my brilliant mind for?”

Hermione chuckled and answered, “Lately we’ve been studying ways to invent new spells with theories and techniques from Ancient Magic. This assignment was to create a spell that would make an emotion sentient. For example, you could cast a spell to make someone’s anger  sentient and a fireball or something would show up and lead the person to things that made them angry. Anyways, I need you to be a test subject for my spell.”

Harry frowned. “So you don’t need my brilliant mind after all.” Then he asked, “Why isn’t Ron your test subject?”

“Oh, Ron’s too busy.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Doing what? Last I saw him, he was playing Wizard’s Poker with Dean and Seamus.”

“He’s busy now. Helping Ginny with Quidditch strategies for the match next week.”

“Funny. I wouldn’t think Ginny would need any help-”

Hermione cut him off by clearing her throat loudly. “The point is, I’m in need of a test subject and you’re available. Are you willing to help me?”

“Sure, I guess. Which emotion did you decide to do?” Harry said.

“Love.”

Harry suddenly looked very nervous. “What kind of love?”

Hermione shrugged. “I was aiming for romantic love, but the spell’s a work in progress. Could turn out to be any kind of love.”

“So the spell will lead me to who I love.”

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Hickeys | Jeff Atkins Imagine

Anonymous said: hii, could you possibly do a imagine where the reader is like really freaking shy, especially when jeff gives her hickies 😂 but then he like comfort her about it say that the reader doesn’t have to be shy? basically just a really sweet and loving jeff. thank you! 💓

your p.o.v ━

you were currently walking down the hall with one of your close friends, hannah baker. you were both quietly chatting about the long school day you had, both thanking god that it was friday.

as the both of you neared your locker, you saw your tall boyfriend jeff, leaning against it with a tired expression on his face.

“hi love,” he said, approaching you with open arms and a tired smile. you walked right into his strong arms, instantly wrapping your arms around the middle of his torso.

you were too short to reach his neck, even on your tiptoes. once you felt his arms wrap around you, he pulled you as close as possible against him mumbling a tired, “i love you.”

you grinned, pulling back a bit and tilting your head to gaze up at him. “i love you,” you whispered, biting your lower lip as both of your eyes stayed locked on each other.

“um, i should probably get going,” hannah laughed, making your eyes snap towards the brown haired girl, but you stayed in your position with jeff nonetheless.

“we still gonna go eat lunch tomorrow?” you asked, a small smile spreading across your plump lips. she nodded, “for sure, just text me when you wanna go.”

your eyes lit up, “absolutely,” you said, feeling jeff’s hands slowly make their way up and down the small of your back, rubbing you softly. you leaned your head down against his chest, still staring at hannah as she turned to leave.

“have fun you two!” she yelled, making her way out of the school. it was truly a blessing that there wasn’t a lot of kids left in the halls, most of them leaving as soon as the bell rung.

“you need anything in your locker?” you heard jeff mumble, then you felt him lightly kiss the top of your head.

you nodded, “yeah, come on,” you said, feeling your chest tighten as you pulled out of his strong embrace. he grabbed your small hand in his rather large one, walking towards your locker with you right on his heel.

“you still have practice?” you questioned, knowing you would have to walk home alone.

jeff sighed, “yeah, we didn’t have practice on wednesday so coach is making us practice today.”

you pouted, “that sucks, i wanted you to come over,” you said, stopping right in front of your locker, then quickly focusing on opening it. you sucked at opening your locker, usually jeff or hannah doing it for you since you always messed up the combination.

you felt jeff’s eyes on you, watching you struggle, but you were determined to open it this time on your own.

it took you a good three tries, before finally hearing the lock click as you swung your locker door open. “finally!” you huffed, rolling your eyes. you heard jeff’s deep chuckle, making your eyes snap up towards the jock. “what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.

he shook his head, “nothing, nothing. you’re just so adorable,” he said softly, giving you a toothy smile. you blushed, turning your head back towards your locker and getting the book you would need to do your homework over the weekend.

“you’re handsome,” you spoke softly, almost mumbling. you were always shy around jeff, but he didn’t mind. in fact, that was one of his favorite things about you, besides your laugh. your little laugh drove him insane, always making him laugh with you even if nothing was funny.

you tensed up slightly, feeling your boyfriend move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. jeff leaned down, placing a small, but gentle kiss against your sweet spot. you ran your tongue over your lips, tilting your head to the side, your eyes fluttering close.

“i’m going to be so late to practice,” he breathed against your neck, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he started harshly sucking on your sweet spot.

your eyes snapped open, before you relaxed your entire body, causing your full body weight to lean against jeff.

a soft, little moan escaped your wet lips, jeff’s arms traveling to your stomach, lifting up your shirt and gently letting his fingers stroke over your stomach.

this instantly caused you to release a small giggle, your body squirming against him. he laughed too, giving your neck a final kiss before pulling away, as if nothing ever happened.

you looked around nervously, not seeing anyone besides you and jeff, which you were thankful for.

you turned to look back at your boyfriend, noticing his eyes already on you with a small, cheeky smirk on his lips.

you avoided eye contact with him, feeling your face heat up. “you shouldn’t have done that,” you huffed, trying your hardest to look annoyed.

jeff laughed loudly, his laugh echoing throughout the hallway. “you’re so stubborn love,” jeff teased, while looking down at you with twinkling blue eyes.

you glared at him, “how am i stubborn?”

“well,” he started, “the fact that you’re so stubborn about me giving you a hickey because of your supposed ‘shyness’ for people seeing it makes you stubborn,” he stated, his tone sounding smart.

you felt yourself tense, a small frown appearing on your face. you couldn’t hold it in, you started rambling uncontrollably. “look, jeff, it’s not that i don’t want you to give me hickeys, it’s just that i don’t want people seeing it and then later on thinking all we do is-”

jeff suddenly cut you off, his lips pressed roughly against yours. you kissed him back, putting as much passion into the kiss. you felt jeff’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip, almost begging to invade your sweet, little mouth.

you opened your mouth slightly, both of your tongues swirling around one another’s, searching each other’s mouths. you moaned, letting the thick textbook that you had in your hand drop to the floor, making a loud sound as the book hit the floor.

you jumped, gasping as jeff pulled away, his eyes swimming with lust and most importantly, love.

“you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s opinions,” he whispered, his lips wet with your saliva. “it’s just you and me baby,” he continued, staring you dead in the eyes.

your heart melted, a small smile spreading across your lips. “i love you,” you whispered, your hands making their way up his chest, then moving towards his shoulders, gripping them tightly.

jeff smiled, “i love you most.”

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this is my first imagine for this blog, and there will be plenty more to come! also, please be patient, i have over 25 requests that i need to do, and all will be up asap! thank you!

GoTG Meet Avengers


Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.


“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”

Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”

“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous. 

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”

“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.

“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”

“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them. 

“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.

“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.

“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

 “You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.

“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”

She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”

“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”

No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.

Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.


“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”


Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”

“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.

“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.

Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.

“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.

Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”


Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.


Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.

“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.

Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”


“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”

Start Over.

(a quick story on what happened after Dark walked away from the mirror…)


“Damien! Damien, it’s time to come out now! This game isn’t going on anymore!”
The Colonel had been wandering aimlessly through the whole manor twice now, this time peeking underneath chairs and around doors. The excitement of this little game of hide and seek was still buzzing inside him, even after three hours, and he was looking forward to finding his friends, seeing their faces of mocked disappointment and then laughter. Just like their school days. He was starting to appreciate Mark’s little get together. Strange how quiet the house seemed now though. Oh so quiet. Except for a light ringing in his ears that seemed to follow him. “Come on! Where are you hiding?”
“I’m here, William.” said a familiar voice.
The Colonel spun around fast to the voice and saw Damien standing in the doorway, loosely holding his cane in his hand. A smile instantly rose under William’s moustache, but it faded slightly as he observed Damien more carefully. Something was off. He looked untidy, which was unnatural for Damien; his usual flatly press shirt was now unbuttoned and open at the collar, and his pristine white bowtie was missing. His hair was no longer slipped back but dangling loosely over the side of his face, nearly covering his eye. And… was that eyeliner? A bruised black eye? Either way it brought out that rather intimidating stare he was giving him.
William laughed and clapped his hands as he slowly approached him. “Damien! Very well done. You really got me! For a while there I actually thought you were dead!” As he got to Damien, he reached out and held his arm, just to confirm he was really there. “My goodness, you look awful! Did a dog attack you or something?”
Damien glanced down at William’s hand. He knew by the straining ligaments in the his hand and the sharp creases of his blazer sleeve between William’s fingers that it was a tight and desperate grip… but he couldn’t feel it. One side of his mind reasoned that, well, obviously we wouldn’t be able to feel anything, being a corpse now. The other side of his mind just wanted to cry. Damien rested his cold hand on William’s and sighed. “… I had a small accident, yes.” He told him, stiffly tilting his neck to one side for a second.
The Colonel chuckled, “Well, it doesn’t matter now. I found you!” Scanning Damien’s body, he saw the cane and was reminded. “-Oh, also, you left these behind.” He pulled out of his pockets Damien’s black Mayor badge and his white bowtie, and passed them to Damien. “Wouldn’t want to go back to the office without them, would ya?” he chuckled again, his voice breaking, almost making his laughing seem like sobbing. “Now, where is Celine?” He let go of his friend and began to wander out of the room again, stumbling over his feet like a toddler. “Celine! Darling, where are you hiding?”
As William turned a corner, Damien stepped out of the doorway ahead of him. For a moment, the Colonel wondered how he got there so quick. “Celine is gone, Colonel.” Damien assured him. This was a lie. She was, in some ways, standing right in front of him.
William frowned a little in confusion. “…Gone? She left already? I didn’t see her go.” There was pause for thought. Damien’s mind was racing. Tell him the truth. No, that will make him madder than he already is. But it’s cruel, he’s our friend. He still thinks I’m Damien, I think that’s enough to keep him satisfied for now. But what about me?
Just as Damien was about to answer, William started to laugh. “She probably ran away! Yes. Couldn’t stand the failure of me finding her. She was never that good at hide and seek, even when we were young. You remember, our old games of hide and seek?”
Damien nodded. His mind gave a sigh, one of relief, one of frustration.
“Ah. Good times.” The Colonel began to pass Damien until he was stopped by Damien’s cane. In the distance was the sound of approaching police sirens.
Damien looked at him sternly. “Listen, Colonel. We have to go now.”
“Why? Go where?”
“Away from this house.” He began to head to a nearby door. “The police will be coming soon.”
William followed him, still perplexed. “Why? What’s happened?”
“Mark is dead.”
William stopped instantly. Damien hung back and cautiously watched as fear casted over William’s face. He stuttered, “… But he isn’t. I… I didn’t kill him. It was a joke, right?”
“Yes, it was a joke.” Damien insisted as he returned to William’s side and hooked his arm through his. He tugged William with him as he strode towards the door and said, “More sinister than a joke. It was a set up. Mark was angry at you and Celine so he set you up so you would get arrested.”
Letting Damien pull him towards the door, William pressed, “But he’s not dead. They can’t arrest me, I didn’t kill him. I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Yes, you didn’t. But that doesn’t matter to the police. They don’t care if the suspect is the real criminal or falsely accused; they just want to capture a bad guy, put him away, and get a promotion for it.” They reached the door, where Damien swung the Colonel in front of him so he could look him in the eye and tell him firmly, “Never trust the police, Colonel. Never.”
William nodded lightly, a little scared at how cold his friend’s gaze has gotten. “…Ok, I won’t in future.”
“Come on, then.” Damien open the door and walked outside.
William paused as he remembered. “Wait… what about Bully? They’re still in there.”
“They don’t matter now.” Damien called back as he continued to walk away and up the path that lead up to the mountain side. “Nothing does.”
William spotted that Damien left his cane leaning against the wall next to the door. Why would he leave it? He picked it up and ran after Damien, just as the police sirens stopped and car doors started to open and close.


The police wouldn’t have been able to stop them if they had saw them. Within the blink of an eye, Damien and William would have jumped an extra mile ahead of where they would have previously been seen. But still the hike was slow for them. Damien’s mind rushed with regrets of picking a body with a broken leg as well as a broken neck. Best to just teleport to places in future.
Suddenly William jumped to his side and put the cane back in Damien’s hand. “You seem to be hobbling there, old boy. Use your cane, for goodness sakes. You need it now more than ever before!” William chuckled.
Damien didn’t smile. He let the cane fall from his fingers. “It’s not mine anymore.” He walked on.
William picked the cane back up and tried to catch up to him. “But you’re the Mayor. This is yours. It was given to you by-”
“Not anymore!” Damien yelled, staring at William with the look of a snarling wolf. On seeing William retreat with a startled gaze, Damien looked away and sighed, trying to calm down. Rolling his shoulders, he growled, “Mark is the Mayor now.”
“How? Why?”
“Because he got away and… is pretending to be me.” He took my body. He took my life with it, actually. He felt his fists clenching up and his shell cracking. “I bet it was him who called the police on you. They believe him now, not me…” He sighed and looked to the ground. “I can’t be Damien anymore.” He looked back at William, who was shuffling his way closer, still holding tight to the cane. “And you can’t be Colonel William Warford anymore.”
William blinked in shock. “What? Why?”
“Because the police are looking for a Colonel William Warford! They’re probably on a man hunt for you. You’ll have to change your name so they don’t find you.”
His face fell to a pout fit for a guilty puppy’s face. “But…. I like ‘William’.”
Damien sighed and thought for a second. Let him have it. His nickname, at least. “… Will… You can have Will.”
His smile miraculously grew back as he cheered, “Yay! Will Warford.”
“Wilford.”
“Huh?”
Something that hadn’t appeared on Damien’s face for a small while showed up; a smile. It didn’t seem to suit him anymore. But he still smiled, because Wilford was smiling right back at him. “Wilford sounds better don’t you think?”
Wilford beamed. “… Yes. It sounds cleaner, authoritarian, powerful.”
“Suits you more than William, if I might say.” Damien said and they continued their trek down the mountain. They were coming close to a town. They would stay there for a while, just until they had thought out how they would get their lives back.
“What about you?” Wilford asked just to break the silence. “What’s your name gonna be now?”
Damien shrugged, “I don’t know.” After a small pause he admitted, “I wish I was still Damien.” His hands were in his pockets for the majority of the journey, the left hand was busy running the black silk of the Mayor badge he once wore through his fingers, the right hand was gripping the bowtie. His skin seemed to turn grey as anger built up inside him. “I wish this never happened. I wish it never had to be this way. I wish I had power enough to turn back time and stop all this happening to us… Or at least, I wish I had the power to go back and kill Mark myself when I had the chance.”
“Wow!” Wilford yelled suddenly, breaking Damien’s concentrated rage. He giggled nervously and said, “You got a little dark there, all of a sudden. Are you alright, Damien?”
Damien stopped walking. … That would be ironic wouldn’t it. It rhymes with the back-stabbing son of a bitch’s name anyway. Wouldn’t it make our justice a little sweeter?
He looked up with his new abnormally creepy smile. “… Dark.”
“Huh?”
Dark looked back to Wilford and told him, “Call me Dark from now on. Dark and Wilford. A nice fresh start for all of us.” He swung his arm around Wilford’s shoulders and rested it there as they both walked together.  
“Yeah. Dark and Wilford!… Wilford… War… Wilford War.” Wilford shook his head. “Doesn’t sound nice with just War on the end.”
“We’ll find something for you.” Dark assured.
Wilford looked around him, then at the cane he held. He gasped and held out the cane as he declared, “Wilford War-stick!”
Dark scowled at him. “…No.”
Wilford sighed disappointedly and looked around again. “Wilford War… branch!”
“No. That’s even worse.” Dark took his arm off Wilford’s shoulders and walked on ahead.
“Wilford Warburton?… War-butt-on! Haha!”
“Stop it.”


“Wilford Wardrobe!” Wilford announced, his voice muffled from the inside of the hotel cupboard.
Dark opened the cupboard door and scowled at Wilford who looked at him with an expression that was trying hard to contain a laugh. “It’s not funny anymore.” Dark groaned, hanging his blazer up on a wire hanger.
Wilford observed Dark’s sullen face and frowned. “You found it funny before? Even since we found each other after the chaos back at the manor, I haven’t heard you laugh, not even mockingly. It’s like you’ve suddenly changed, Damien.”
Dark’s lip twitched and he growled, “… I have changed. For a start, I’m not Damien anymore!!”
Wilford flinched. He had not seen Damien- sorry, Dark, in this way. It was usually him who would snap at Dark, and Dark would retreat or just give up having the argument with him. Now… Wilford felt scared to anger him. Not because he was scared of getting hurt. But because he was scared Dark was going to get sick of him and leave him.
Dark saw the fear in Wilford’s eyes through his rose-tinted glasses. That was uncalled for. Let him say it. He’s known ‘Damien’ for years, it’ll take a while to adjust. “… Sorry.” Dark mumbled. “I’m sorry Will. I… I don’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine.” Wilford said as he began to climb out of the cupboard. “Mark has obviously made you angry. He’s made me a little peeved too. Trying to play dead on me so that blasted bastard detective would put me away. Ha!” He walked into the bathroom and continued calling to Dark, “To be honest, the detective is the only person I wish this whole ‘playing dead’ thing wasn’t a joke! Haha!”
Dark didn’t answer. Both sides of him saddened.
“I think I should change my appearance.” Wilford abruptly called out from the bathroom.
Dark blinked. “Sorry?”
Wilford took off his glasses and looked into the mirror. He brushed his moustache with the tips of his fingers. “Well, if I change my name, I should change how I look too! Like you did! You’ve changed from Damien to Dark, and also changed from a well-suited Mayor to a bummed-out businessman! Haha!”
“…Yes.” Dark said. He had moved to the waste bin and turned out his pockets. He took out his bowtie and stared at it. He wondered… He walked to the bathroom. “Here.” he said, placing his bowtie on the side of the sink. “I don’t need this anymore.”
Wilford stared at the bowtie for a while. He smiled. It reminded him of Damien. He held it up to his collar. Nice, but it need to be a bit more colourful. The sound of wood snapping came from the other room and Wilford peeked out to see Dark had snapped his cane in half. He put the broken pieces in the waste bin along with the Mayor badge. Wilford huffed and laughed, “You really are taking this disguise thing seriously!”


Wilford had been gone for a while; he said he had an idea and needed to go to the launderette. Dark sat in the room alone. Well, as alone as a body with two souls could be. There was a deep conversation going on inside his mind.
He’s not going to continue acting like ‘Mayor Damien’. Yeah, he’s got a new identity he can use, so he’s probably going to find another life to live. He could be anywhere. Not so, there’s still a chance we can find him. He’s in your body anyway, I’m sure you’d be able to sense him whenever he’s near. …Maybe. It’s still going to be difficult, like finding a needle in a hay stack. But remember, this is a very shiny needle. If he’s still as pompous and arrogant, and still pursuing show business, he’ll be shouting where he is to the sky and back. …Possibly. You need to be more positive about this. …How can I be positive while a head-up-his-own-ass fucker is walking around in my body while we’re both stuck in this broken, numb carcass and have to be tied to the trigger-happy madman our friend has become?! Damien! … I’m sorry, Celine. It’s just… it’s not fair. Hey, think about the soul this body belongs to, trapped in that horrible mansion. Do you think they’re having a fairer time than us? …No. I can’t believe you made me do that, to throw them out, our friend that you helped get a job, the friend that trusted us. If you’re so mad about it, then why did you come along for this ride?
“Ha ha ha HA!” The door to the room was kicked open. Wilford tip-toed into the room holding his coat over his body to hide from Dark like a curtain.
“What did you do?”
Wilford dropped the coat and stood tall with his arms out wide. “Ta-da!” He didn’t look much different; only four things had changed. One, he wasn’t wearing his glasses, two, his suspender had faded from red to pink, and three, on his collar of his mustard shirt he wore a bowtie as equally pink as the suspenders. But the fourth change really caught Dark’s eye. His once thick brown moustache was now trimmed to a curly perfection and coloured a beautiful rosy pink. With a proud smile and a flourishing bow, he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, Wilford Warfstache!”
As soon as the coat dropped Dark had been staring at Wilford with wide eyes and mouth agape. Wilford held his pose waiting for a response eagerly; he spent a good few hours trying to wash out his suspenders with his new bowtie, while also trying to find the right Kool Aid drink-mix power that would give a similar rosy shade to his moustache. After a moment of utter silence, Dark smiled a genuine smile and said, “… It’s incredible!”
Wilford released himself from his pose and picked up his coat to hang it up. “Do you think the pink will stand out a bit too much?”
Dark nodded, “Absolutely. It’s pompous and wild and unorthodox. Suits you down to the ground.”
Wilford smiled at Dark as he headed into the bathroom. “Thank you!” He went to mirror to admire his handy work, never losing his wide and childish smile. He sighed, “Goodness, if only Celine was here to see this. What will she think?”
“… She’d be proud of you, Will.”
Wilford peeked around the door to Dark, who was walking over to him. “You think so?”
Dark was still smiling, but there was something in his expression. Uncertainty? Or was it pride? Either way he looked at Wilford in the same way a parent looks at their child accomplishing their dreams. “I know so.” Dark answered.
For some reason that sentence hit him hard in the chest. Almost as if Celine was right in front of him, which made him feel ecstatic. He walked up to Dark and surprised him with a tight hug. “Thanks, Dark.” Dark patted his back carefully, he didn’t want his shell to shatter just yet. Wilford finally pulled away from Dark and made his way to his room for bed; it had been a heavy past few days, but he didn’t really mind. All his friends were alive, Dark was going to stick with him for a while, and he got to express himself, finally, after so many years of intense mental and physical battles.
Damien? Yeah? Moments like that are why I came along for the ride.

BTS REACTION to S/O hitting something and letting out a moan

Smut week: Day 3


Jin

You and your boyfriend were sitting on the couch, watching a movie together, when you went to go get a drink. As you were getting up, your hip accidentally hit the side of the couch, and you let out a soft moan by accident. Heat rushed towards your cheeks as Jin’s eyes went wide, before giving you a kinky stare while winking.

“I say we take this movie to the bedroom, huh?”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi

He was working on a new song, obviously, when you went to go hand him some food. He paid no mind to you, giving you a ‘thank you’, and a kiss on your cheek as you bent down to place the food on his desk. As you were backing away from him, your butt hit the side of the table, and you moaned. You were hoping he didn’t notice, but by the hungry glare he held, you knew he did.

“I’m finishing in ten, after that I want you bent over my desk, ass up.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Namjoon

He was laying on your shared bed together, and you went to go cuddle with him, wanting to feel his warmth again. But as you were placing yourself down, your ass hit the side of the nightstand, causing a strangled moan to escape past your lips. His ears perked at the sound, knowing it all too very well. He gave you a look, biting his lip.

“Suddenly I’m not tired anymore.”

Originally posted by bangtanbanchan

Hoseok

He was trying to teach you a new dance, twirling you around with a happy glint in his eyes. But as you were being pushed against his chest again, your crotch hit his thigh, making you moan from the pressure. Your eyes looked up towards your boyfriend, and suddenly his eyes were darker than normal. His movements stopped, placing his hands on your hips as he whispered huskily.

“I hope you plan on being up all night, Y/N.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Jimin

You were teasing him all morning, wearing your short shorts that you knew he loved on you, along with your lacy bra and white tank top. This time, although, it wasn’t even intentional. You were swaying your hips in the kitchen, listening to your favorite song, when your hip hit the counter. You moaned, and you knew he heard it as your eyes went wide. He finally had enough the second you moaned, rushing towards you with a wild look in his eyes as he pushed you against the counter.

“I think it’s time my kitten stops teasing me, and gets on her knees. Before I stop being so nice about it.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung

It was your anniversary together, and the both of you decided to make it a special night as you both went out to eat. You both arrived to the restaurant, the night already filled with innocent flirting. Well, it was innocent, until you were both being seated, and your butt hit your chair a little too hard and you moaned. Taehyung’s eyes traveled over your body immediately, licking his lips.

“Fuck the dinner, I’m hungry for something else.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

You were sitting in his lap, your head buried in the crook of his neck because there wasn’t any room left in the car. He kissed your cheek, blushing. The car hit a bump, causing Jungkook’s thigh to hit a sensitive spot on your crotch area, making you moan softly in his ear only for him to hear. His eyes went wide, checking to see if anyone heard, but when he saw that no one did, he was quick to bite down on the shell of your ear, flexing his thigh once before whispering.

“Just wait until we get home, Kitten.. I’m going to fuck you until you’re sore.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

By Chance

Summary: A/B/O!AU. Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, language

Word Count: ~9,190 (… oops?)

A/N: So I started writing this with the intent to post it when I hit 200 followers. Well that milestone came and went and I’m quickly approaching 300 so it’s high time I posted this. I love all of you and hope you enjoy this <3

I’ve been wanting to write an A/B/O fanfic for a while. So, here it finally is.

I may or may not have gotten… completely carried away writing this.

Masterlist

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

Bucky’s POV

The first time he smelled her was when he was on a mission. Vanilla and Wildflower. The single-minded focus that had been drilled into him by the Hydra brainwashing and training was severed in an instant and his head whipped around to search for the source. He tore his mask off and dropped it onto the ground unceremoniously, sniffing the air frantically as he tried to pinpoint the scent. His blood sang in his veins.

The scents of the city made it hard to pinpoint her, but he wouldn’t give up. He left the spot he’d been staking out for hours, rifle forgotten on the ledge as he jumped off of the roof, dropping two stories onto the ground and rolled to diffuse the worst of the impact. His knees protested in agony anyway, but he ignored them along with the shocked cries of bystanders as he followed her scent.

He’d smelled other Omegas before. Most of them had been claimed, just a passing flicker of recognition in the back of his mind while he was out on mission. Rarely, he’d catch the scent of an unclaimed Omega, but even then it was only a brief, fleeting distraction, his Hydra programming overriding his biological programming.

Something about this Omega broke the control Hydra had over his mind, cutting through the fog with ease. He realized distantly that he’d started remembering things about himself; the feeling of chasing after an omega was familiar, linking him back to a life that had long been erased from his memory.

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I Think I’m Yours

Request: “Eye colour Soulmate AU (where people are born with heterochromatic eyes, and they only revert to their genetically inherited colour when they interact with their soulmate.)”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1028

Warnings: None

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon


Newt sifted through his writing, letting out a long, tired sigh as he looked for a certain paragraph that he had forgotten to edit. His eyes, one blue and one green, flitted across the pages lazily, only half-heartedly putting effort into the search.  

“Newt!” A voice called. “Order for Newt!”

He jumped to his feet, running a hand over his face in an attempt to push away the creeping tiredness. Editing his manuscript was such a monotonous job that even now, in the early hours of the afternoon, he longed for his bed. He came before the little lady who held out the paper bag containing his lunch and a cup of coffee. She looked up to him, doing a double take as she spotted his eyes. Then she cast a sorry gaze upon him, a sad smile tugging at her lips. Newt took the meal, ashamedly hanging his head lower as he walked back to his table. Not many people noticed, but once up close many could tell the slight significance in the hue of his eyes.

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Bitty keeps his hand threaded loosely in Jack’s hair. “Ford’s been doing fire-drills once a week for the past month,” he tells Jack as Jack trails kisses slowly down his chest.

“That’s why you look so tired?” Jack bites gently near Bitty’s hip-bone, hands creeping softly up his thighs until his fingers slip beneath the hem of Bitty’s boxers.

“No, just a good ol’ fashioned all nighter for an essay.”

The next bite from Jack is actually painful.

“Ow!” Bitty protests, frowning down at him.

“Sorry,” Jack says kissing the same spot, keeping his eyes locked on Bitty’s.

“I don’t accept.”

Jack flicks his tongue out, tracing down lower on Bitty’s skin.

“Alright, maybe I do.”

Jack smiles and tugs Bitty’s boxers down a little, pressing kisses along the line of elastic marks left from the waist band. Bitty closes his eyes and breathes out, feeling drowsy and warm and loved. He runs his fingers lightly up and down his own chest. “I’m glad you managed to sneak in here tonight,” he tells Jack.

“How glad?” Jack asks softly, continuing to kiss around Bitty’s hips, warm palms rubbing circles on his thighs beneath the fabric of his boxers.

Bitty sighs out, feeling at peace. He could fall asleep with Jack doing this; slow, steady, repetitive. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I’ll show you later,” Bitty promises Jack, shifting his legs a little apart.

Jack hums and pulls Bitty’s boxers down a little bit further. Jack presses kisses there and Bitty shudders, smiling into the arm he throws over his face.

Jack kisses his way slowly up Bitty’s torso, and Bitty keeps his arm over his eyes, going by feel to anticipate when Jack’s lips will reach his own. He smiles when Jack is almost there, and then waits for Jack to kiss up his neck, his chin, the side of his mouth, then… there.

Jack kisses him softly, little pecks that give barely any pressure. Bitty leans up to try and catch Jack for longer, but Jack delights in pulling away, chuckling every time Bitty chases him and misses.

“You’re a big tease tonight,” Bitty says, lifting the arm off his face to grin at Jack. “I love it.”

“Good,” Jack says, smiling down at him, and kissing him lightly once more before kissing his way back down Bitty’s body slow and steady.

Broken Promises (Alec x Reader)

“We promise Jace we wouldn’t do this” You said to Alec as he started to kiss down your neck.

“Promises are meant to be broken” Alec mumble against your skin, leaving you full of goosebumps.

“Look at you becoming a bad boy”

Alec stopped kissing you and look at you in the eyes and said

“Are you going to keep talking or are we going to hav-” but before he had a chance to finish a knock cut him off at the door.

“Y/N are you in there?” You heard your brother Jace say.

“Shit” You both cursed at the same time, quickly putting on yours guys clothes

“Give me a minute, I’m getting changed” You yelled.

“Alec hide” you whisper to him while you finished putting on your shirt.

“Where?” He half shouted, crossing his arms. “Where can I possibly go?” You looked around the room when your eyes landed on your wardrobe.

“In there” you told Alec as you pointed to it.

“Really Y/N” He said while rolling his eyes.

“Yes now, go before Jace breaks down my door and sees you” You stated as you started to walk towards the door. Just as you reached the door you could hear Alec shutting the wardrobe doors behind him.

“Yes brother” You spoke as you opened the door revealing a pissed off looking Jace.

“We need to talk about Alec” He said as he pushed his way in your room.

“What about Alec?” You asked, hoping that he didn’t find out of the truth.

“It’s about his attitude when it’s comes to Clary” Jace huffed “Your his best friend and a girl so do you have any idea why he’s so rude to her and not you?”

You could practically see Alec rolling his eyes to the wardrobe doors.

“Jace, Alec is rude and close off to basically everyone. You should know that by now. I’m different and you know that, I’m your sister if he didn’t like me he would have a problem with you and Isabelle” You said. Jace just stare at you then you both heard a little creek. Shit, you thought he could find Alex

“What’s that?” Jace asked as he looked around your room looking for the spot where the noise came from.

“Probably just my wardrobe doors” Jace raised his eyebrows at you questioning. “I made have went on another shopping spree with Izzy” You said as try to pull the guilty look.

“You two and clothes” Jace said he rolled his eyes fully believing your lie. He started to make his way out but before he left he turned to you and said “Could you talk to Alec about Clary please? I mean you are his best friend”

“Your his parabatai” You said crossing your arms. Jace went to say something back but you stop him “I’ll do it but only for you”

“Thank you sis” Jace said before shutting the door leaving.

“I’m never getting in there again” Alex told you as he got out of your wardrobe.

“Aww is the shadowhunter to tall too fit?” You teased him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Alec leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stop” he mumble all you could was laugh, it was funny seeing serious Alec go into this shy boy. You gasp as you felt Alec starting to suck on your neck.

“Alec” You whisper, he looked up at you and smirk.

“Where were we?” Alec as he pulled you both towards the bed.

His Ring On My Necklace (Bucky X Reader)

Title: His Ring On My Necklace

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky has gotten a little too into the idea of (Y/N) wearing his things. Sleuthy possessive Bucky at his best. 

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(Y/N) wandered into the kitchen, her navy top drenched in perspiration from her morning workout. The early riser was not surprised to find the compound empty. Usually, only the two super soldiers, as well as herself, woke up before lunch by habit. She moved to rummage through the fridge for whatever ingredients were stocked while humming an upbeat tune.

Rolling up her sleeves due to the heat, (Y/N) washed her hands before she started her meal prep when she spotted a gleaming metal item sitting on the corner of the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing and moved to pick the metal item up.

As the cool metal touched her fingers, (Y/N) realized she was holding onto an intricate silver ring. Twirling the ring around, she attempted to find any sign of who its owner was to no avail. With a huff, she unclasped the hook on her necklace and strung the ring in, tucking it under her shirt, hoping to return it to its owner when she can.


(Y/N) and the super soldiers duo, as per usual, were the only ones awake before the sun has risen. A look out the window and they’re greeted by a storm out there. (Y/N) heaved out a sigh and slowly trudged to her room to change into sportswear.

As she walked into the gym, (Y/N) was greeted by Bucky and Steve going at the punching bag by the corner. She gave the duo a smile and started to run on the treadmill.

With (Y/N) in the gym, Bucky started to get distracted, the lands on the punching bag becoming sloppy. Noticing that his best friend was getting distracted by the dame on the treadmill, Steve gave Bucky a light kick on his thigh, a knowing smirk on his face.

Bucky couldn’t stop the pink tinge on the tip of his ears and scowled at the Captain. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his mind to focus but could not help catching little glances at (Y/N).

Bucky couldn’t deny his attraction to the girl but didn’t for the life of him knew how to express his admiration to her. After years being brainwashed, Bucky seemed to have lost his touch as the suave soldier that had hordes of dames following him.

As the thoughts were swirling around his mind, (Y/N) has made her way to the bench that was next to Bucky and sat down. Bending over to tie her loose shoe lace, her necklace fell out of its confines under her shirt.

Bucky’s eyes widened in recognition, seeing his ring worn around (Y/N)’s neck. He couldn’t help the pride bubbling in him, a sense of satisfaction brewing at the scene before him. He felt as though (Y/N) was now his, even though she clearly had no clue.


Several days down the road, (Y/N) and Bucky were the only two left in the compound, the rest of the Avengers deployed on separate missions. (Y/N) was about to settle into the plush couch for her Saturday night movie marathon and was looking through for latest movie releases.

“Hey FRIDAY, could you inform Bucky that I’m about to start on movie night please?” (Y/N) asked the AI, her eyes not leaving her tablet.

“Of course, Ms (Y/N)” came its reply.

Little did she know, Bucky was already prepared for movie night. Just short of an hour ago, he has already placed a large fluffy sweater belonging to him on the arm of the couch. He knew that (Y/N) was always forgetting how cold the common room got during the night. And, well, Bucky was getting slightly into seeing (Y/N) wearing his things.

Bucky walked down the stairs and into the common room and was met with the cutest sight he has seen his joining the Avengers - (Y/N) curled up on the couch, drowning in his large sweater, messy hair atop her head, a wide smile adorning her face as she met his eyes.


Not too long after, one morning as (Y/N) left her room to make her way down to the kitchen, she opened her door only to find a pair of huge fluffy bedroom slippers placed neatly outside her door.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but decided her feet was too cold as she slipped into the oversized slippers. She paddled down the steps of the stairs and gave Steve who was sitting on the counter a little wave.

Steve looked over at the girl and noticed she was wearing a sweater 3 sizes too big, her feet adorned with a pair of bedroom slippers another couple sizes larger. More importantly, Steve recognized who those items belonged to- his best buddy, Bucky.

Steve’s accuse sense of hearing picked up on Bucky entering the kitchen before (Y/N) did. He turned over and glanced at his friend, only to see Bucky leaning on the wall, a blissful smile on his lips as he looked over at (Y/N) busy preparing breakfast.

Bucky was caught staring and Steve threw him a knowing smirk, subtlety pointing over at (Y/N) sweater and slippers. Bucky gave his friend a hard glare that screamed, ‘Keep that to yourself!’ and settled himself next to Steve, eyes fleeting over to (Y/N).


Bucky has got to admit it. He was growing increasingly fond of having (Y/N) wear his things, use his things, just generally associating (Y/N) with himself. Besides, the ring, sweater, and bedroom slippers, (Y/N) now own Bucky’s hair ties, flannel shirts, bookmarks and even fluffy socks; all without knowing who the items belonged to.

The super soldier was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit club, celebrating Clint’s birthday. His eyes were trained on (Y/N) who has ventured to the bartender to get them more drinks. His gaze was lightly laced with concern as he swept through the counter to spot for potential danger.

(Y/N) was not 3 minutes into ordering when a muscular brunette placed himself next to her, a little too close for Bucky’s liking. (Y/N) shuffled to her left, making the distance between herself and the man further. He, however, was relentless and shuffled closer and attempted to whisper into her ear.

It was not that the girl could not handle the situation, but before she had the chance to, Bucky has already planted himself next to her, flesh arm snaking around her waist and with a lifted placed her on his lap.

His metal arm was gleaming under the clubs’ lights and seemed all the more threatening to those around him.

“Hey doll, did you manage to grab our drinks yet?” Bucky mumbled to her, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her waist.

(Y/N) was caught off-guard but had a grateful, knowing smile on her face as she replied, “I’m waiting on them, hun.”

(Y/N) knows that with Bucky helping her, she didn’t have to punch the creep in his face before he knows to stop and she didn’t want to spoil Clint’s birthday party.

The man clearly did not know when to stop and glared at Bucky, puffing out his chest in an attempt to seem bigger. Bucky rolled his eyes at the man and rested his chin on the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, a taunting smile on his lips directed at him.

The man, perhaps getting ballsy with liquid courage, was not one to back down. He shifted closer to (Y/N) and attempted to place his hand on her exposed lap.

Bucky reflects kicked in and grabbed the man’s wandering hands twisting it at an awkward angle until he cried out in pain.

With one hand twisting the man’s, Bucky reached his other hand brushed against (Y/N) neck, slipping his fingers under the chain of her necklace. He lifted the necklace out of its confines under the collar of her dress and held it in the man’s face.

“Look here. This is my wife. Stay away or this broken wrist would be the first of many dislocated joints.” Bucky growled, his deep voice low and menacing as he flicked the man’s broken wrist away, lifting (Y/N) up from his lap.

Bucky wrapped his arms around the girl and led her safely out of the crowd. Only as the cool air hit his face, did Bucky’s words dawn on him. The more the words run around his mind, the redder his face got.

“Uh, um, Bucky? How did you know about the ring on my necklace?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft, cheeks tinted pink.

Bucky was at a lost for words and awkwardly rubbed his neck. His demeanor was the complete opposite from was it was in the club.

“Uh, well, um, the ring you have around your neck? It’s… it’s actually mine.” he explained.

“I didn’t know you had it until I saw it around your neck during the workout the other day. It honestly isn’t my intention to seem like a creep, (Y/N), I swear. The sweater? Slippers? Hair ties? Flannel shirts? Socks? Bookmarks? They’re all mine. Oh God, I know I sound like a complete creep but it really isn’t my intention. I promise you! I just, just, really… like you.” Bucky rambled on, his eyes not meeting (Y/N).

Silence enveloped the two after Bucky’s lengthy confession. Hearing no reply to his declaration of love, Bucky started to feel dejected, his feet shuffling lightly against the gravel on the street.

Just as Bucky was about to flag a cab for (Y/N) to send her safely back to the compound and go mope in the comforts of his room, (Y/N) took a small step closer to the man and placed a cold hand on his cheeks.

Lifting his face to meet her eyes, (Y/N) gave Bucky a tiny shy smile and rubbed her fingers lightly across his cheeks.

“Thank you for helping me back out there, Bucky. I…. I really like you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” (Y/N) answered.

Her eyes met Bucky’s sparkling ones as a wider smile graced her face.

(Y/N) pulled the man closer to her and landed a soft peck on his lips.

So, can I keep the ring?” came her soft voice, as Bucky pulled her back to his lips with a quiet mumble of yes.


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metamorphia (pt. 1)

prologue

→genre: body swap au

→word count: 10,987

→a/n: pls read the prologue before reading this, bc that’s actually just a drabble-sized pt 1 and is key to knowing what’s going on!!


The origin of body swapping was one that was shrouded in mystery. No one was certain as to where it was derived from, only that it was an idea present in many folktales and fables—never in real life, and certainly never to humans.

So why was it happening to you?

The trek back to the bedroom you had woken up in was an apprehensive one. You were on edge about everything—the steps you took, the noises you heard. Your surroundings were all new to you, and so everything around you was viewed with an unmatched amount of skepticism.

“Dude, you okay?” A voice said from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the noise, whipping around and seeing a boy staring at you with one of his eyes shut from sleep. He wasn’t the same one who had woken you up this morning, but he was still unfamiliar nonetheless.

“Y–yeah,” you stuttered out, stumbling to find the words to speak as your deep tone of voice took you aback. You cleared your throat before continuing. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The boy gave you an unconvinced look. “I’m pretty sure they heard your scream half way across the world,” he snorted.

You blanched before chuckling along with him, rubbing a nervous hand over your head. It was so strange to not have your usual long hair; you went to run your fingers through it, but nothing was there but air. “Oh, I just uh… I hate mornings,” was all you managed to come up with.

He chuckled as well. “Don’t we all,” he said before turning around and heading back to what you assumed was his room.

You immediately ducked out of the living room before any more strangers could spring up out of nowhere, scrambled into your bedroom and slammed the door behind you with a sigh of relief.

“Why are you wearing your towel like that?”

You jumped when you heard the amused voice from across the room, and when you turned to look, you saw it was the first boy you had opened your eyes to this morning.

Where in the world were you right now? So far you had seen three different boys, including yourself, as well as different bedrooms and closed doors lining the halls. This had to be a fraternity or something. Maybe you were in a college dorm room; the boys all seemed to look around that age, anyway. Though it wasn’t like you could just ask this person in front of you where you were. No, you wanted to get to the bottom of what the fuck was going on before you had anyone looking at you like you were some sort of crazy person.

Suddenly you remembered the question he had asked, and you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion before looking down at your body.

The shock of seeing yourself as a male still hadn’t gone away. You had to admit you were alarmed and let out a little jolt, but then you noticed why he asked about your towel. You had it wrapped around your torso like you would usually wear it.

“Shit,” you breathed before shifting it down to your waist. It felt weird, as if you were exposing your body to him, but you quickly reminded yourself that this was how most men wore towels.

“Hyung, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re acting kind of… different today.” The boy tilted his head to the left a little as he peered up at you with wide eyes from his spot on his bed.

You hadn’t yet gotten a chance to look at him, since his appearance had been the last thing on your mind when you thought he was an intruder in your household, but now that the two of you were staring at each other in silence, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he actually was. He had ravenous dark hair that stood up in different places from having slept on it all night long, a strong, prominent nose to match his strong, prominent jawline, and small, bow-shaped lips that were tinged a satin pink and pressed together in curiosity—but what really caught your attention were his eyes. They were big, and soft, and gave his appearance an innocent and boyish charm that sent the breath of air you were going to use to speak immediately whooshing from your lungs at the sight.

“I…” You tried to form a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out, causing you to open and close your lips like a fish out of water. And you might as well have been one; all of a sudden your mouth was as dry as a desert. “I–”

“Look, you don’t have to tell me. I won’t bother you anymore,” the boy held his hands up in surrender, sending a smirk your way. “Since I’m up now and probably won’t be able to fall back asleep, I’m gonna hop in the shower,” he said as he pushed the covers off of his legs and stood up before disappearing out of the room.

Finally. You didn’t even bother to pick up the towel that fell from your waist and to the floor as you raced around the room, searching for anything that would give away what was happening to you right now. You rummaged through closets, drawers and bags; the only thing you found was a wallet that was sitting on the nightstand beside your bed.

You immediately pulled out the I.D. that was situated in the clear flap, recognizing the picture as the same boy you had seen staring back at you in the mirror. Park Jimin, it read. DOB: 10/13/1995.

So he’s only a few months younger than me, you thought to yourself as you continued scanning the card. Your eyes caught on the words that read Seoul, South Korea.

“Seoul?!” You blurted out loud, forgetting all about the people in your proximity who were already wary of your behavior. Were you actually in Seoul right now?

Your investigation was interrupted by the sound of a ringtone bleating through the air. You whipped your head towards the noise, spotting the cell phone plugged in that was now vibrating on the nightstand and flashing a random phone number. Upon closer inspection, you saw that it was your phone number.

You darted over to it and pressed accept faster than you could even blink. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Someone spoke your name, and you blanched when you realized the voice on the other end was in fact your own.

“Who is this?!” You yelled frantically.

“Oh thank god,” they breathed a sigh of relief. “I called a few minutes ago but you didn’t answer. Listen, I don’t really know how to say this, but I think–”

“Are you Park Jimin?” You asked, too impatient to wait for them to finish.

“Yes!” The person exclaimed. “Yes, yes, I’m Park Jimin. Are you Y/N?”

“Yes!” You answered with an equal amount of relief. “What the hell is going on?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Jimin said, and you tried to ignore the fact that hearing your own voice being spoken to you was starting to creep you out. “You don’t know?”

“No I don’t know!” You snapped. “All I know is that when I went to sleep last night I was myself, and when I woke up I was attacked by some kid screaming about an alarm!”

“Oh, that was probably Jungkookie,” he told you with a hint of a giggle. “He really doesn’t like the song I have set as my alarm. But the only reason I do it is because I know it will make him get up–”

“Okay, that’s not really important right now,” you interrupted him in a harsh voice.

“Sorry,” Jimin quickly apologized, instantly dismissing the subject. “Well, I woke up to some guy feeling me up from behind! How do you think I felt?!”

You slapped a hand over your mouth as a humorless chuckle of surprise threatened to escape your lips. “That’s my boyfriend, Jaebum,” you explained apologetically. You had forgotten all about him staying over last night at your apartment, what with all the craziness that had happened this morning.

“Your boyfriend?!” Jimin screeched. “You mean I’m going to have to fend off this horny bastard even more? Sorry Y/N, but I think you may be single by the time all of this is over.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him in a stern tone. “And what do you mean by the time all of this is over? What is all of this?!”

“I don’t know!” He yelled in exasperation. “I only know just as much as you!”

You sighed, hoping that the pent up anger and nerves would wash away with the breath escaping your lungs, though it did nothing to settle your pounding heart. “Just…” You stopped, running a hand through your newly-shortened hair. “Tell me where I am.”

“You’re in Seoul, South Korea, in a dorm room.”

I knew it, you thought to yourself as Jimin continued on.

“There are six other guys there with you: Jungkook is my roommate, the one who woke you up. There’s also Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung, but they’re in different rooms.”

“What do you study?” You couldn’t stop your curiosity from taking over.

There was a beat of silence on his end. “What?” He asked in confusion.

“In school,” you proceeded to explain. “You said I’m in a dorm room, so I’m assuming you go to a university of some sort. So, what do you study?”

Another moment passed before Jimin was suddenly intaking a sharp breath of air. “No, Y/N,” he said, his voice strangely calm and somewhat shaky. “You’re in a dorm because I’m in a kpop group.”

It took you a few seconds to register what he said before you were laughing out loud, the first time you had truly laughed since you’d woken up. “You’re joking, right?” You managed in between breaths.

“No,” he sounded over the receiver, his tone very serious compared to your lighthearted one.

“Wait,” you stopped, your laughter immediately halting in your throat. “What?”

“I’m an idol, in a kpop group called BTS,” he explained solemnly.

All color drained from your face as he continued to talk, but you had stopped listening long ago. You couldn’t listen even if you wanted to; it was like your body had shut down, keeping you from completing simple tasks such as seeing and hearing. His words got lost in your head, swirling with the other chaotic thoughts that took over your mind and overwhelmed it into a silent state of shock. He had to be joking at this point. This was all just one big, giant joke, and when you closed your eyes and opened them again, you would be back in your normal body. You were certain of it.

Keeping the phone on your ear but not fully comprehending anything that was being said, you crawled back into bed before your legs could give out and send you collapsing to the floor, drawing the blankets over your naked body and letting your head sink into the comfort of the pillow beneath you. This is all a dream, you kept repeating to yourself as your eyelids fluttered shut beyond your control. Surely things will be back to normal if you just go back to sleep. This is all just a dream.


“Hyung?” You heard a voice ring through the silence and startle you from your slumber.

You adjusted your eyes to the light, blinking them a few times before settling on the sight of the shirtless boy before you. “No,” you breathed out, closing your eyes and rubbing them vigorously before opening them again.

The same boy was still peering down at you, a curious look on his face.

“No!” You repeated louder this time, throwing your head back in frustration before flailing your limbs on the mattress. “Why didn’t it work?!”

“Why didn’t what work?” The boy asked nonchalantly, finally walking away to head towards his side of the room.

You quickly sat up, watching his every movement as he gathered his clothes from the drawer. The only thing concealing his body from your eyes was a thin towel around his waist, leaving the toned muscles in his back and broad shoulders exposed to you. The way they rippled beneath his skin as he moved started to transfix you; you watched as he bent over, his biceps straining as he suddenly dropped the towel to pull on his underwear.

“Oh my god!” You all but screeched, covering your eyes with one hand and holding out the other to obscure his private area from view. “What are you doing?!”

“What?” He laughed at your reaction.

“For god sakes, cover up! Have some decency!”

“…Dude, everyone always changes in front of each other…” He chuckled again, though this time there was a hint of confusion and wariness to his voice.

You froze at his words. What were you doing; you had to convince him that you were Jimin, not some random girl from across the world! You cleared your throat before reluctantly uncovering your eyes and lowering your hands, thankful to see that he now had his underwear on.

He then tossed the wet towel onto his bed, now exposing his bottom half to you as well as he walked towards his closet. You couldn’t help but notice that the black boxer briefs he had on hugged his thighs in all right places, making it very clear just how in-shape this kid actually was.

“Are you gonna get up?” A voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and crashing down with it came the realization that you had been caught staring at him.

You blinked back up at the boy’s eyes, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks at the sight of the smirk playing on his lips. He must’ve been the one Jimin was telling you about, Jungkook.

Jimin. You had forgotten all about the boy you had been on the phone with and passed out on. You quickly searched for your phone on the bed next to you, only to see that the call had ended.

“W-what?” You stuttered out once you remembered he had asked a question, careful to avoid eye contact in fear that he would somehow see straight into your soul—your soul that didn’t belong to Park Jimin.

“Are you gonna get up? We have to leave soon, you know,” Jungkook asked again as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

Your stomach dropped at his words. They couldn’t really be kpop artists, could they? No, Jimin must have been playing some sick, cruel joke on you. “Leave to go where?” You asked.

Jungkook eyed you peculiarly. “The venue…” He trailed off. “We have a show tonight. How could you forget?”

You froze, heat starting at the base of your palms and spreading throughout your nerve endings, tightening your throat in its clutches. “Like… A show for BTS?” You had to say the group name Jimin had told you so Jungkook could confirm if it was a lie or not.

“I know right?” Jungkook chuckled, and you furrowed your eyebrows at his words until he continued. “That’s what it feels like sometimes. But at least this is the last day of promotions at Inkigayo and then we’ll be ready to learn a new dance.”

Inkigayo? Promotions? Dance? You had to call Jimin again.

You abruptly shot up in your seat, causing the blanket that was around you to fall from your waist and expose your nude lower half. “Shit,” you cursed, scrambling to cover yourself up again.

Jungkook just laughed. “You’re still not dressed either? You better hurry, or Sejin-hyung is gonna be pissed.”

You frowned, not knowing at all who this person was; but while you’re stuck in Jimin’s body, you figured you probably didn’t want to anger them. You started to stand up, awkwardly shifting the blankets to shield yourself from the boy’s view.

His melodic laughter rang through the air again. “Relax, hyung, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Just how close were these guys?

“Ugh, here,” Jungkook groaned playfully, walking over and handing you the towel you had dropped on the floor. “It’s literally painful to watch you struggle like that.”

You could tell he was making a joke, but you weren’t in the mood—especially not with this stranger. “Thanks,” you took the towel, finally relaxing once it was secure around your waist.

Jungkook just stood there, staring at you with an amused glint in his eye as you debated what your first plan of action should be. “Um…” You started, trying to avert your eyes from the blindingly-toned muscles of his stomach. You couldn’t get anything done with him revealing himself like that. “Can you put a shirt on?”

The boy snickered before walking to his closet and pulling out a plain t-shirt. “You’re right, before I scold you I should probably get my shit together.” He kept his back towards you as he continued dressing, and you took that as an opportunity to grab the first articles of clothing you found in a drawer and dash towards the bathroom, clutching Jimin’s cellphone at your side.

Unfortunately, the living room wasn’t as desolate as it had been earlier. “Morning, Jiminie,” you heard a voice call, and soon a taller boy who you had never seen before was coming into view. “You look kind of flustered this morning. Are you okay?”

“Hobi, don’t pester him,” another new face scolded from the kitchen. “Can’t you see he has to hurry? He hasn’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights, but you couldn’t help it; who were all these people? You opened your mouth to speak but never actually got anything out before continuing your trek to the bathroom.

Once inside with the door securely shut and locked, you immediately dialed your number again.

“Y/N!” You heard your voice yelp after only one ring. “Where were you?! I was afraid something happened!”

“You have to help me, Jimin,” you spoke in a low tone, clutching the phone to your face with both hands. “I don’t know what to do. There are all these guys popping up out of no where, and Jungkook is saying something about a concert tonight and I just–”

“Oh shit, Inkigayo,” he cursed on the other end. “I completely forgot!”

“Yeah, oh shit is right!” You yelled frantically. “What the fuck do I do?!”

“Just calm down, calm down. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it?!” You interrupted his consoling. “Because the most you have to worry about is my horny boyfriend trying to have sex with you. I have an entire country waiting to watch me be Park Jimin tonight!”

“Please don’t remind me!” Jimin lowered his voice to a hiss. “I figured I would get up and make breakfast, since that would get him off my back, you know? But no, then he decides to come in there and try to fuck me on the kitchen counter! I’m going insane!”

“Oh my god, just kick him out or something, I don’t care,” you quickly brushed him off. “What am I supposed to do about the millions of people expecting me to be you?!”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you sing?”

“What? Oh no no no, we’re not actually going through with this,” you spoke as if he was crazy.

“Well do you have a better idea while we try to figure it out?!” He barked.

“Well we could try actually telling them, for one,” you stated the obvious choice with a glance at the door, careful to keep your voice low from suspecting ears.

“Yeah, I thought about that,” Jimin replied, his voice not as venomous as it was before. “But do you actually think they would believe us? I don’t know how we’d prove it to them.”

You sighed, wracking your brain of every possible outcome you could think of, but nothing that could be useful came to mind. “You could talk to them?” You suggested meekly.

“Oh, me as in Y/N? Some girl they’ll think is in on the prank we’re trying to pull?” He tutted sarcastically, immediately dismissing it. “Any other ideas?”

“You could answer any of their questions,” you offered, desperate to figure out a loophole. “Something that only Park Jimin would know.”

“They would still think that we pre-planned it, Y/N,” Jimin sighed, and you could tell he was shaking his head. “Trust me, I’ve already thought of everything. There’s no way out of this.”

“There has to be!” You whined, tossing your head back and emitting a loud groan. Just then the doorknob jiggled, and you were suddenly thankful you remembered to lock the door. “Shit, someone’s coming,” you whispered into the phone.

“Jimin, are you okay in there?” A voice called through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” You covered the end of the phone to holler before going back to Jimin. “Quick, tell me everything I need to know before I go.”

“Okay, so I'm—er, you're—a singer and dancer for BTS. We just released a new song, so we’ve been going on music shows and doing promotions for it. Today’s the last performance on Inkigayo.”

“Who is Sejin?” You asked, suddenly remembering when Jungkook had mentioned him earlier.

“Sejin is our manager—why? Did something happen?!” Jimin asked, his voice suddenly turning frantic.

“No, no, don’t worry,” you put your hands up to settle him down, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Jungkook told me that I better hurry this morning, or else Sejin-hyung was gonna be pissed. I just didn’t know who he was.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s our manager. Really nice guy, but you don’t wanna piss him off,” he said before speaking up again. “Wait, can you tell the rest of the members apart?”

“The rest of the members?” You dead-panned, finally pulling on your clothes at the mention of their hot-headed manager. “I don’t even remember their names.”

“Well you better learn them now, because they’re your brothers for the time being,” he said. “You already know Jungkookie, so I’ll skip over him. Now, Taehyung is–”

“Jimin, hurry the fuck up!” A different voice suddenly rasped, accompanied by a loud banging on the other side of the door. “We’re leaving in five, and Tae won’t stop bitching about having to pee!”

“Tell him to use the other bathroom,” Jimin sounded into your ear.

“Um…” You hesitated before reluctantly following orders. “Use the other bathroom!” You called out to the stranger behind the door before cowering away and anticipating his response.

The boy only grumbled in annoyance under his breath before stalking away, leaving you alone once again to your phone call.

“That was Yoongi,” Jimin stated before you even had a chance to ask. “I could tell by his voice. He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep. Remember that.”

“Um… Okay…” you trailed off, wondering if you even needed to be warned about that. It’s doubtful that you’ll do much of any talking today anyways, preferring to just sit back and observe for the time being—at least until you had a grasp on whatever was going on.

“If you need to go to anyone for help, go to Namjoon hyung; he’s the one with his hair shaved on the sides. He’s the leader of BTS, so he’s really responsible when it comes to problems.” Just then there was a loud bang in the background on Jimin’s end, and there was a slight pause before he spoke again. “Fuck, I think Jaebum’s coming back down. Give me some pointers for him, would ya?”

“He likes getting his dick sucked,” you snickered.

Jimin didn’t seem to think it was funny, though. “I’m serious!” He huffed before his voice abruptly caught in his throat. “Gotta go,” he quickly mumbled before the line went dead.

You sighed, stressfully running your fingers through your hair again. Great. Now you were approximately 0% closer to figuring out what you were going to do about today.

There was another bang at the door. “Jimin!” A deeper voice you hadn’t heard yet rang through your eardrums. “The van is leaving now! Let’s go!”

You cursed to yourself, quickly tossing the t-shirt you had grabbed over your head and opening the door. “Coming!” You yelled out to no one in particular. Hopefully your voice sounded more confident than you felt.


Well, the good news was that the car ride to the concert venue was an eye-opening, informational one.

The bad news was that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

All six of the other members were there; you made the total number come to seven. Of course you recognized Jungkook, already resenting him for ruining your morning. The way he slumped back in his seat, silent music floating through the outlet of his ear-buds and innocent eyes staring at the passing scenery through the etched glass of the window as if he had no idea of the turmoil he had caused you, did nothing but light a burning hatred aflame in your heart akin to no other.

You may be misdirecting your anger onto him, but you didn’t care. You already didn’t like this boy.

You recognized the second guy who had stopped you on your way back from the shower—the one who had called you out on your scream. He adorned a black mask that covered the bottom half of his face with the white outline of a teddy bear snout on it, as well as round sunglasses that clung around the back of his head and rested atop the nape of his neck. You wondered which of the names was his that Jimin had listed.

You also recognized Hobi as the third to greet you, since that’s what the other boy who scolded him from the kitchen had called him, though you didn’t remember the name ‘Hobi’ being on Jimin’s list. His forehead was shrouded by tufts of slightly wavy, shaggy brown hair, and you could tell that he had cleaned up considerably since you’d first seen him.

Soon your eyes caught on the shaved hair that Jimin had spoken of, and it didn’t take rocket science to figure out that that must be BTS’ leader, Namjoon. You studied his appearance: long, lanky body, dark, loose-fitting clothing, and a pair of wire-framed glasses that sat atop the bridge of his small button nose. He was attractive though he didn’t seem like the leader type, but you weren’t one to judge a book by its cover—plus, Jimin had said you could rely on him, so you were sure to make a mental note of that in the back of your mind for later.

Other than that, the final two boys were completely unrecognizable; you had never seen them before in your life. One of them must’ve been Yoongi, since Jimin said that was who was banging on the bathroom door, but you just didn’t know which one.

He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep, Jimin’s words from earlier came flooding back to you.

Small and innocent, huh? Well, one of the two boys looked 6 feet tall and had shoulders the size of a plane’s wingspan, so you assumed it was the other. Which meant that the wingspan boy must be the one who scolded Hobi in the kitchen.

See, it didn’t take long for you to figure out this puzzle. Being Park Jimin would be a piece of cake.

“Okay, does everyone remember their lines for the opening act tonight?” A man called back from the passenger’s seat.

Shit.

“I do!” A deep voice floated from the young boy with the bear mask over his mouth. “I was reading over the script all night long.”

“He’s not lying,” Hobi chimed in with a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I had to tell him to turn off the light three times.”

“And after that, the brightness on his phone,” the leader added with a roll of his eyes. “He had it turned up all the way so it would reflect off the paper.”

“It’s not my fault you guys are light sleepers!” The bear boy shot back. “Who the hell can’t fall asleep because a light is on?”

“It’s too early for this,” Yoongi opened his eyes to groan, only to close them right back again and massage his temples.

A silence fell over the vehicle after that, everyone getting lost in the worlds of their phones, their music, or the back of their eyelids. You decided to do the latter, welcoming the darkness as it soothed your mind and took over your anarchic thoughts.


“Stop, Y/N!” Jaebum protested while curling his fingers around yours and attempting to pull you back. “What are you doing?”

“Come on!” You giggled, the light sound of your laughter flitting through the darkness of the empty hallway. “It’s this way!”

“We’re not sneaking onto the stage,” he stated, an edge to his voice that made it clear he didn’t approve of the spontaneous adventure you were forcing him on. “We shouldn’t even be back here in the first place! Let’s just leave before we get caught.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that? Live a little, Jae!”

The two of you came to the end of the hallway—excitement coursing through your veins and anxiety through his—as you were now face to face with the curtain that separated backstage from the main stage. You and your boyfriend were at a concert event hours before the show started and it just so happened that during your stroll around the venue, the back door to the arena had been left opened and unattended. Jaebum (being Jaebum) had been completely against the idea of taking a peek inside, but of course you (being you) had to check it out. Curiosity got the best of you; what was the worst they could do, tell you to get out? In your opinion it was worth it for a chance to see the stage from the performer’s point of view.

So that’s how you ended up here, tugging on your reluctant boyfriend’s hand as you ushered him farther into the depths of the building. Each step you took got you closer to the stage, you could feel it, and just before you could pull back the curtain and see the bright lights of the stadium seats, there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you guys aren’t supposed to be back here!” A petite woman in a badge around her neck labeled ‘staff’ barked out.

“Sorry, I was just telling my friend here the same thing,” Jaebum looked pointedly at you. “We were just leaving,” he continued as he practically dragged you back down the hall. “We’re so sorry, ma’am.”


The view from the stage looked glorious.

There were more lights than you could’ve ever imagined, lining not only the seats but also the front and sides of the stage, as well as the ceiling which was adorned with giant black speakers as well. Hundreds upon hundreds of chairs lined the walls for as far as the eye could see, all facing forward with one focal point in mind: you. The sight made you realize just how small you actually were; similar to looking up at the bright stars on a clear night, everything appeared so far away—as if your problems didn’t matter as much as they once seemed.

Your only wish was that you were seeing this back then, the day you had snuck into the arena with Jaebum, rather than in the body of some stranger about to perform on Inkigayo with BTS.

“Okay, so the run-through for tonight includes the intro skit, and then from there you’ll go straight into the comeback stage,” an unfamiliar face, probably someone Park Jimin should know, barked out orders through the ear piece all of you were instructed to wear.

Fear started to trickle into you at his words as the severity of what was about to happen finally hit you: you didn’t have a single clue what you were supposed to do. Sure you had secretly watched BTS performance videos on the ride here (all of which included some very difficult dance moves), keeping an eye on the one you recognized as Jimin after glancing at yourself in the rear view mirror several times, but that still wasn’t enough to sate the anxiety rising in your chest. You had no one to turn to, no one to ask questions for help, not even Namjoon, because Park Jimin should already know this. And you never imagined how alone that would make you feel until it was happening, and now it was too late.

Thank god the staff gave you extra scripts for the intro skit this morning, or else you would’ve been even more screwed than you already are.

“Let’s take it from the top, exactly how it’s going to be done tonight,” the producer, you’re assuming, yelled out. “So Seulgi just mentioned BTS’ many wins with their new title track, and then the camera pans over to you guys. And, action.”

You stared blankly down at your script before blinking wide eyes at the other members, completely lost as to what you all were doing. But fortunately, they seemed to know better than you. Or maybe that was unfortunately; they made you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Ah, I can’t believe it’s our last show!” Namjoon cried in disappointment.

“It seems like we just learned the dance yesterday,” the boy with the bear mask (that was now abandoned in his pocket) said, and then he proceeded to break down into a signature move from the dance.

“Taehyung, you’re supposed to sing the line from the chorus while you’re doing the move,” the producer interrupted the scene.

And you studied all night long,” Hobi teased.

“That part wasn’t in the script!” The bear boy, who you now knew was named Taehyung, complained.

“It says ‘sing and dance the chorus’, can you suddenly not read?” Yoongi pointed to the script with a straight face, causing the other members to snicker.

“Mine just says dance!”

“Okay, it doesn’t matter,” the producer quickly cut in to stop the bickering. “Now you know that I want you to dance and sing the chorus, got it?”

Taehyung grew silent, his lips pressed into a straight line as he nodded his head, and you could tell he was more affected than he lead on by the scolding he received. Though he repeated the scene correctly this time, it was done with less enthusiasm, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. But then the room grew quiet, and suddenly all eyes were on you and you were frozen dead in your tracks.

“Jimin, do you not know your lines?” The producer sighed at you.

It took longer than you’d like to admit to realize that he was speaking directly to you. “Oh! Uh, no sir. I mean yes sir, I know them,” you painfully stumbled over your words as you awkwardly waved the script in the air.

“Well then what’s the problem?” He asked.

You gulped before speaking again; man, these idol people sure were intimidating. “There isn’t a problem,” you shot back as sweetly as you could muster, despite the growing annoyance you felt at the way he was treating you and Taehyung so far.

There was a sigh before the voice in your ear spoke again. “Alright, lets start back from the top.”

You furiously started looking at your lines to read ahead and figure out your parts. So you were supposed to cut in after J-Hope, whoever that was, yelled something about hoping to win tonight’s award at Inkigayo too.

Wow, these guys won every award at these major music shows? Why hadn’t you heard of them before? This just goes to show that you needed to get your nose out of your books in college. The world was happening around you, and you were too busy studying to notice.

It wasn’t until the other members started talking around you that you realized the producer must’ve directed you to take it from the top, and when you heard a bold voice exclaim the lines before your own (you quickly turned around to identify which boy was J-Hope; turns out, he’s the same person as Hobi), you finally opened your mouth to speak.

“Well the fans have to be the judge of that, Hyung,” you started, your voice the epitome of bad acting as you paused before awkwardly gesturing your hand out to the empty stadium seats around you. “Why don’t we show them what we’re made of?”

There was the sound of the speaker cutting in. “Jimin, are you slow?”

You blinked your eyes in confusion. “…Excuse me?”

“I said are you slow; do you have an intellectual developmental disorder?” The producer spoke in a dry voice.

You wanted to scoff because you knew what he was asking was offensive, though you were too taken aback and out of place to even think straight. “No…”

“Then stop acting like it,” he barked before the speaker cut off and he gestured his hand for everyone to take it from the top again. Your mouth fell open as you stared at him in disbelief at the sheer audacity of his words.

You knew it wasn’t your place, but who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Excuse me!” You were quickly raising your hand to get his attention, simply unable to contain yourself or remain silent in the body of Park Jimin any longer.

The producer raised an eyebrow before cutting in over the speaker again. “Yes?”

You suddenly felt intimidated by all the eyes on you, though you tried to clear your throat and stand your ground. “I don’t really think you can talk to me like that,” you began in a cautious voice that grew stronger with each word.

All the boys snapped their heads to you in bewilderment, the fear in their eyes telling you just how grave of a mistake that you’ve made by talking back to your superior, but you didn’t really see the harm in it. Hey, you were Park Jimin, member of the global sensation BTS, right? You deserved respect just as much as you had to give to others, and so far this man has proven three times that he wasn’t worthy and abused his power by being, to put it simply, an asshole.

There was a stretch of silence that hung in the air before the producer finally spoke again. “I can talk to you however I want,” he hissed out in a strangely calm tone. “And if you want your ass on that stage tonight, I suggest you learn your place.”

The threat was meant to be chilling as you physically heard the breath escape the lungs of your fellow members next to you, though you couldn’t care less—maybe you should’ve, since this was Jimin’s life you were affecting, not your own—but quite frankly, you didn’t want to be on stage tonight. You didn’t want any of this.

So you silently shook your head before throwing your script down on the ground and stepped out from your designated spot. “Then count me out,” was all you said as you stalked off stage.


“I can’t do it, Jimin.”

You were pacing back and forth in an empty dressing backstage with your phone to your ear and your fingers on your temples, desperately trying to massage away the headache that was growing larger with each passing second. “I can’t be you. That guy is a dick and I won’t put up with that bullshit treatment. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Listen, Y/N, just calm down and think about this for a moment.” Jimin was trying to console you on the other end—albeit a bit frantically, since this was his life on the line. “The producer at Inkigayo has always been a dick; it’s known throughout the idol community. But sometimes you just gotta be professional and suck it up.”

“While he gets to get away with being the most unprofessional out of all of us? Uh uh, I don’t think so.” You were quickly shaking your head as your wave of stubbornness resurfaced.

“That’s his job, Y/N. He barks orders at idols and tells them what to do and say on the show. I know you may not like it, but you’re not you right now, you’re me. So if you could please just keep your mouth shut and roll with the punches and remain as compliant as possible, I would really appreciate it.”

You rolled your eyes and parted your lips to reply before your words got caught in your throat at the sound of someone walking into the room. “Gotta go,” you quickly mumbled to Jimin before ending the call right as Jungkook came into view.

“Hey,” the boy said in a voice that was steady yet wary as he looked at you with a tinge of sympathy in his eyes. “Are… you okay?”

You let out a sigh before flopping down onto the couch behind you. Just when was this boy going to leave you alone? “I’m fine,” you replied in a clipped tone.

Jungkook nibbled his bottom lip before deciding to take a seat next to you, and suddenly there was a heat emanating from his body so strongly that you had to scoot away in order to put some much needed distance between you two.

“Everyone knows Jang Sukjin-nim can be a real pain in the ass—I mean hey, I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve wanted to tell him off in the past,” he shook his head with a light chuckle that had you lifting your head to meet his eyes. “What you did was real badass, hyung. I’ve never seen you act out that way before. I wish I had as much courage as you to stand up for myself.”

It was when he put a comforting hand on your shoulder than your entire body tensed up, the weight of his limb sinking down into your stomach until a knot the size of Africa had formed in its wake and was pulling you down. You tried to swallow, but your throat was suddenly dry.

“Thanks, but shouldn’t we be getting back in there?” You shot up from your seat at the speed of light while a nervous chuckle escaped your lips and your sweaty palms rubbed against your pants, almost completely forgetting about why you’d left the stage in the first place as the boy’s hand fell from your shoulder and back to his side. “I don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.”

Jungkook nodded and stood to his feet, completely oblivious to your strange behavior. “Good thinking. Sejin-hyung isn’t too happy about this, so the less you keep them waiting, the better.”

Your face blanched at that. Just how many people had you gotten Jimin in trouble with by your little act of defiance? You never knew kpop idols had so many rules.


Putting up with Jang Sukjin for the rest of the day was dreadful, but as much as you felt the urge to dive across the soundboard and strangle him with your bare hands, you were able to keep yourself under control for Jimin’s sake. What made it worse was that you weren’t the only one who got foul treatment, though you simply gritted your teeth and forced a smile every time one of his rude remarks or hostile orders came flying out of his mouth, having to repeat the words compliant and complacent, compliant and complacent over and over again just to keep yourself in check.

After all, a grumpy producer was the least of your worries.

“Jimin, what’s gotten into you today?” Hobi (or J-Hope as the staff called him—you still weren’t sure which was right) turned around with a frown of concern as you messed up yet another dance move by just stalling in place and watching the others rather than actually moving.

Maybe it would help if you actually knew the choreography.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like yourself,” the boy you recognized as the leader chimed in, and you had to physically restrain yourself from tutting.

That was the understatement of the century.

“I don’t know man, I’m just not feeling well today,” you shook your head and ran a frustrated hand through your hair as if this sudden forgetfulness was just as strange to you as it was to them. “My mind’s all cloudy and it’s hard to think straight.”

“Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit,” Jungkook worriedly nibbled on his bottom lip.

The smaller one, Yoongi, scoffed. “That wouldn’t help any; he hasn’t done anything all day.”

“Well maybe he just needs some water or something–”

“Guys, really, I’m fine,” you interrupted their bickering since you knew it was pointless. “Let’s just take it from the top.”

The boys all gave you a wary look before Hobi finally gestured for the song to start playing again, and once the now-familiar song started blaring through the speakers, you were just as lost as you had been the first twenty times.

It wasn’t until you physically bumped into the boy with the shoulders of a plane wingspan, who you’ve learned throughout the practice was named Jin, that the music cut to a stop as your ass met the floor with a hard plop!

You didn’t know why you were even trying. It’s not like you could pick up the choreography within a day when you were already supposed to know it.

There were gasps of concern, fits of laughter and groans of frustration that emitted from the people around you when Jin came rushing over to make sure you were okay. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes at this point.

“Maybe you had the right idea when you stormed away earlier.” Sukjin’s voice blared over the speakers with a sneer that had your teeth grinding together in sheer annoyance at the sound. “Off the stage. Now.”

Jimin was going to be so disappointed in you.


You were forced to watch the rest of BTS practice their stage without the help of Jimin, and though you weren’t familiar with the song, even you could see the obvious holes in the choreography where someone was clearly missing. Their fans wouldn’t be happy with this, and you knew because that’s exactly why manager Sejin had chewed you out for an hour after getting kicked off.

But that was pointless to dwell on, because now you were finally taking a snack break with the rest of the members and were thankfully away from any superiors who could give you shit and potentially punish Jimin in the long run.

No, now all you had to deal with was the disappointment from Jimin’s brothers, which was a lot less brutal but still just as shitty.

“I don’t get it,” Yoongi shook his head over a container of kimchi before looking back at you. “How do you just forget the entire dance? I mean how long have we been rehearsing this? We just won at Music Bank the other night.”

“Hyung, chill out,” Taehyung interjected in your defense through a mouthful of rice.

“I mean, I’m just saying,” Yoongi shook his head again with a sigh before resuming his meal.

You chose to stay out of it and remain silent at the end of the table with your boxed lunch, feet in the chair and knees to your chest as the guilt ate you alive of if you even should be allowed to eat this food provided for you when you didn’t actually do anything today. It wasn’t like you to feel bad about something that was out of your control, but this was too real. You were submersed in Jimin’s life, surrounded by Jimin’s friends; you were Jimin. And the more you began to realize this wasn’t just a dream you could wake yourself up to escape from, the more reality began to leave a giant lump in your throat.

You missed home. You missed your family and your friends, your boyfriend Jaebum, your apartment. Hell, you even missed university, and that was something you never thought you’d say. What you wouldn’t give to be in the library right now flipping through old pages of textbooks rather than spending time with a kpop group.

The sound of someone sitting down in the chair next to you stirred you from your thoughts, and when you looked up from your meal, you saw that it was Jungkook.

“You, my friend, are having the roughest day in the history of rough days,” he smirked in amusement as he retrieved one of the boxes from the center of the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you struggle this much, and that’s saying a lot. I’ve seen you try to talk to girls, hyung.”

Your lips parted as you stared at the goofy grin on his features, his eyes full of mirth and steady on you as he placed the chicken between his chopsticks into his mouth. And though you’ve never properly met Jimin before, you couldn’t help but find the younger boy’s teasing rather amusing. After all, it wasn’t you he was actually making fun of.

Only it was, and you figured while you were stuck inside Jimin’s body and had already fucked up enough with his career, you might as well defend his pride while you could. You owed him that much at least.

“Yah, is that hyung I heard you say? Is that any way to treat your elders then?!” You quickly whacked him on the arm though your scolding was only lighthearted and playful, the laughter falling from Jungkook’s lips letting you know he didn’t take your actions to heart.

You watched the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes sparkled with happiness, unable to remember the last time you’ve seen—or if you’ve ever seen—a smile that big while someone was laughing. For some reason, the elated sound made your heart flutter.

It was then that you were quickly shutting back down and closing yourself off behind the invisible barrier that you built around the chair that you were currently residing in, quickly occupying your mouth with food so you could keep yourself busy and unresponsive.

Jungkook, again, didn’t notice your strange behavior. “Does this lack of memorization have anything to do with that deafening scream you let out in the bathroom first thing this morning?”

You instantly froze. There’s no way he could know about the body swap, right?! But the longer you watched Jungkook casually stuffing his face as if he hasn’t eaten in a year, the more you realized he didn’t actually realize the gravity of his words.

You felt yourself visibly relax. “I don’t know what you mean. Don’t you scream every time you look in the mirror and see that ugly face of yours staring back?”

Jungkook let out a scoff before playfully returning the whack to your arm that you gave him earlier. You ignored the way your skin rose with goosebumps in the place that his hand touched. “So does that mean you screamed because you saw your sad excuse of a face?”

“No, I screamed because I woke up to yours.”

It was partly true; you had awoken without a clue who this stranger was, and that definitely aided in the terrified shriek that left your lips when you were brought face to face with someone else looking back at you in the mirror this morning. Jungkook, however, didn’t have to know that, and so your response worked just as well when disguised as a deadpanned insult.

You weren’t aware that anyone had been listening in on your conversation, but that fact was made apparent as a booming roar of laughter suddenly erupted from Taehyung on the other side of the younger boy. “Damn Jimin, that’s a good one.”

“Yeah, you’re normally sickeningly sweet to Jungkookie.” Hobi made a face of disgust before laughing along with Tae. “Who are you today?!”

It was through the boys’ oblivious amusement that you felt your heart drop, finally realizing your biggest mistake yet: if you wanted to pass as Park Jimin, you had to act like him, and you had no idea how to do that.


Unfortunately, your rest from interrogation (aka lunch) came to a much-too-fast end and soon it was back to slouching in one of the stadium chairs in the front row and watching the other members practice like you were some kid that had to be put in time out. Thankfully, this also put you at an advantage since you could study their dance moves from back here and try to engrave them in your mind as soon as possible before you got yourself into any more serious trouble.

You resisted the urge to pull out your phone and text Jimin with profuse apologies and instead focused on the members’ footwork. That seemed to be the hardest part, because while you weren’t much of a dancer lest it be while drunkenly stumbling through a nightclub, you still found it fairly easy to get the gist of things after repeatedly seeing it for what felt like a hundred times. Well, the gist of things for the chorus, at least—that was a start, right?

No, it was the details that were tripping you up—quite literally—and so you resorted to watching their feet move in ways that looked like a piece of cake until you actually got up there and attempted to do them yourself.

“Stop,” Sukjin’s voice, that you’ve grown to despise with every fiber of your being, was barking through the loud speaker as his hands waved through the air with a frustrated shake of his head. “Jungkook, you’re off tempo. I don’t know how they do it over there at Music Bank, but here at Inkigayo we like everything to be done with precision. Understand?”

You visibly clenched your fists by your side as your eyes snapped over to the younger boy in the center of the stage. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned down into a frown, though before he could let any other emotion show, he quickly cleared his face until his features were expressionless and his head was nodding silently.

You let your jaw slack as you sat there in awe. How was he able to say nothing, absolutely nothing in response to a man who hadn’t done anything but shit on everyone all day? I mean, you weren’t an expert by any means, but you had been paying attention and their moves were perfectly in sync. It seemed like now this man was being rude simply to hear himself talk.

“He did it perfectly,” you heard yourself interjecting before you knew what you were doing.

Everyone, including Jungkook, directed their attention to you. “Excuse me?” Sukjin scrunched his face as if he couldn’t believe you had the sheer audacity to speak after all this time.

You glanced at Jungkook, who was softly yet frantically shaking his head with a worried expression, before turning back to the producer. “I said,” you exhaled as your rose to your feet, “he was doing it perfectly. Stop being such an asshole and let them do their job as performers.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop as the arena became silent around you, each person waiting with bated breath to see what Sukjin would say in response to a much-needed call out on his nasty character.

“I want you out of my sight,” he finally seethed in a voice that was so angry you could almost see fire shooting from his ears. “You’re never allowed back here inside Inkigayo under any circumstances, do you hear me? You’ve just cost your group a seventh member at this establishment.”

You felt your lungs deflate in your chest with the breath that you hadn’t known you were holding, a lump lodging its way into your throat and a sinking feeling in your stomach at the knowledge that you’ve now quite possibly ruined Jimin’s career. But you were too stubborn to let your feelings be shown.

“Gladly,” you responded with a hiss, and then you spun around on your heel and marched out of the music hall.


“What the fuck happened in there?!” Manager Sejin roared when he said you stalking out towards the van in the parking lot.

You let out a sigh. “I got kicked out, hyung,” you threw in the honorific as you had heard the others do to get on his good side.

Apparently it didn’t work. “What do you mean you got kicked out?! What the hell has gotten into you today?!”

You could now see why Jimin had told you this morning on the phone that you don’t want to piss this man off. Though his words weren’t particularly alarming or unexpected, it was his large and looming figure that towered over yours or the way his face lit up bright red and bulged with veins that had a sliver of fear prickling within you.

“I—I don’t know, okay,” you paused before admitting, your shoulders deflating in defeat as you looked down at the ground. “He was bullying everyone all day and I’d just had enough.”

“Well that’s great and all, but today is not the day you get to play fucking martyr,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re supposed to be on that stage because you have the last show tonight, and I’ll be damned if that gets ruined because of fucking Jang Sukjin!”

Apparently this guy has a reputation. Who’d have thought?

“I can’t do it, hyung,” you shook your head back and forth with a frown. “I’m not feeling myself today, I don’t know why. I can’t do it.”

You were surprised to see his face soften a bit. “What’s going on, Jimin? Is this something serious? Do we have to get you to the doctor?”

The thought was entertained in your mind for longer than you’d like to admit. The doctor’s might not be a bad idea; maybe they’d know something about the body swap.

But you knew it was no use. You’ve heard ancient folktales about “soul swapping” before, and that’s exactly what they were: folktales. Nobody in their right mind with a college degree in the medical field would believe you’re not who you say you are. You’d sooner be sent to the insane asylum before they’d help you.

“No, it’s fine,” you finally responded with a sigh. “I just—I think I need to lie down.”


Within thirty minutes you were back inside the BTS dorm, the empty silence such a deafening contrast to the bustling halls and loud voices that occupied it this morning. You sighed before collapsing down on the couch, figuring now would be as good a time as ever to break the news to Jimin. You had to get it over with.

“Y/N!” It felt refreshing to hear your own name being addressed to you again, even if did come from a frantic Jimin. “Thank god you called!”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jaebum. He’s…” the boy trailed off.

You waited a few moments before gesturing for him to continue. “He’s what, Jimin?”

“He’s kind of pissed off at you. Like, really pissed off.”

You groaned in frustration, though you’d be lying if you said part of you wasn’t relieved that you both managed to fuck up in one way or another. “What’d you do?”

“Well, he kept trying to have sex with me, and I don’t know about you but I’m not into dudes that way. I’m not sucking his dick just to appease him or whatever the fuck else you suggested this morning before he came barging into the room and tried to take my pants off.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little as Jimin continued rambling in rage.

“…So I may or may not have punched him in the face.”

“What?!” You cried out as soon as the quick and jumbled words flew from his lips. “Jimin!”

“I’m sorry, okay? It just happened! I wasn’t thinking and acted on a natural reaction!”

You let out an exasperated sigh before putting your head in your free hand. “Where is he? You need to apologize right now!”

“Y/N, please no, you can’t make me do that. He’ll try to have makeup sex with me, or even worse, angry sex! Do you know how rough angry sex is?!”

“Well you sure as hell aren’t letting us break up! Do you know how long we’ve been together? A year! I’m not throwing all that time away because he suddenly thinks I’m abusive!”

There was silence on the other line as Jimin tried to come up with a solution. “What about if I just text him? Tell him I’m sorry, that I’m not feeling well and that we may need some time apart while I figure things out.”

You didn’t like the sound of it, you didn’t like the sound of it one bit, but honestly what else could you do? You weren’t about to let Jimin get raped just because you didn’t want to upset Jaebum.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you finally agreed with a sigh. “If he tries to come back over, you can barricade the doors since he has a key. Or you can stay at Sana’s apartment.”

“Sana?” You could practically hear Jimin tilting his head in confusion. “Who’s Sana?”

“My best friend. Just call her and act weird as fuck and she won’t know the difference.” You quickly brushed him off before getting to the matter at hand. “Jimin, I have to tell you something…”

“What?” There was a slight pause as he put two and two together. “Wait a minute, how are you able to talk to me for so long if you’re at Inkigayo? Are you on break?”

“Well, that’s the thing…” you chewed on your bottom lip while nervously picking at your shirt. “I sort of… got kicked out.”

Unlike your almost visceral response to his bad news about Jaebum, there was a long stretch of silence that hung in the air for longer than you would’ve liked.

“…Jimin?”

“You what?” He finally sounded, only his voice was low, and grim, and in an almost scary tone that you’ve never heard from him before. It sounded strange coming from your own voice, and that’s why it frightened you the most; you only used that tone when you were seriously pissed.

“I–I can fix it, don’t worry,” you were quickly trying to backtrack your words and calm him down. “It’s not that serious, really. I’ve been saying I wasn’t feeling well all day and I can blame it on that–”

“Y/N, do you know what you’ve just done?!” His voice was roaring now. “This goes beyond just you and me! There’s a whole company of people who watch over what I do—fuck, I could get fired!”

“N–no no, don’t be silly,” your voice started to shake as you chuckled nervously. “I told you it wasn’t that serious! Even Sejin understood. He offered to take me to the doctor and I can just–”

“Why did you get kicked out?” Jimin interrupted you, only his tone was more of a dangerously low statement rather than a question.

You winced before reluctantly telling him the truth. “…The producer was being mean to Jungkook, and I–”

“Oh my god Y/N, you don’t just get to talk back to people because they’re being mean!” His voice was in hysterics now. “This is the kpop industry, you take what people give you and you shut the fuck up about it! Oh my god, people are going to wonder why I’m not there tonight and what if Inkigayo leaks the story and–”

“Jimin, calm down,” you urged him in a wary tone. “I told you, I have it under control! Do you really think your company would do that to you? Have a little faith in us, please! I know I’m just a normal girl and have no experience whatsoever in the industry, but trust me, I really do have your best interest at heart. I’m not going to let you get screwed over—at least not on my watch.”

There was a heavy huff of air that was exhaled into the receiver. “You better fucking fix this, Y/N. There’s nothing I could fuck up in your life that would ever amount to how much this means, but I swear to god if you cost me my career, I will ruin everything you love.”

The call fell silent as the weight of his words settled over the atmosphere, and though your immediate reaction was to scoff, cries of you don’t know me! How dare you think your life is better than mine just because you’re a fancy fucking idol! on the tip of your tongue, but you managed to hold yourself back. Whether this was just an empty threat or something more serious, you knew that you deserved it.

“I will,” you reassured him, and that was the last thing you managed to get out before the line went dead.

Before We Were Us

Summary: The story of how you and Zach first met and became a couple

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning: Fluff

A/N: I got the inspiration from @zacchdempsey ‘s Being Justin’s best friend and dating Zach would include…

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The inevitable end of summer was fast approaching with the start of a new school year. But you weren’t going to let that disappointment stop you from making a statement marking your change from your usual quiet, non-athletic nature to a spontaneous, workout fanatic. You spent your summer working at the local YMCA and taking full advantage of the workout facility. Your body had completely changed. Muscles were more defined and waist clenched with perfect sculpted abs. Whenever, you walked past the mirror you became more and more impressed with your new physique and started to love your body more.

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Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, MATURE CONTENT, sexual situations, +18

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end. ARE NOW CLOSED (sorry guys)


1.Wolves   2.Chess   3.Holy water  4.Hold me  5.Market day


6. Flesh

Your whole body is a cry.

Your skin sizzles, your blood boils and all your senses are awake and kicking to life. Each and every one of them are now focused on the man who is by your side. Through the fog that is your mind you discover yourself leaning on his warmth, your hands roaming freely by his powerful forearms and your skin burning because of his mere existence.

Vaguely you realize that you have entered in your heat. And not in chill way.

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harry fiddles with your fingers, seeing your nail polish has almost completely chipped off when he decides he wants to go out. “love,” he says quietly. “wanna go to the store.” he slots his fingers in between yours and you groan. only in harry’s joggers and a t shirt, you’re reluctant to comply with harry’s wishes. 

“do we have to go now?” you ask, snuggling closer, hoping harry will change him mind and will wait until the morning. he chuckles softly and says he really wants to go now. you find a sweatshirt to put on and harry slips on a shirt before heading out to brave the middle of the night. your hands never part as he drags you through the store to the beauty section.

“wanna paint yeh nails.” he kneels down to look at all the colors on the shelves. “do yeh have black?” harry asks. you shake your head, telling him you like bright colors on your nails. harry nods and he picks up the black and a baby pink. “will yeh paint meh nails if i paint yours?” you attempt to plant a kiss on harry’s cheek as a way of telling him yes, however you only reach his jawline so you suppose that’ll do. his lips curl up and he places a kiss on your forehead. 

back home, harry sets the two polishes on the table and you go to retrieve the nail polish remover to rid your nails of the blue that still remains. “okay, babe,” you begin. “who’s going first?” 

“you!” harry cheers. he takes your hand and examines how petite they are compared to his. he puts your palms together and laughs. “your hands are so small!” 

“your hands are so big!” you retort. harry beams and tells you to stop laughing  because he can’t focus when you make so much noise. “why baby pink?” you ask when he touches the brush to your nail. 

harry’s tongue is peaking out of his lips as he concentrates on only getting the polish on your nails and not all over your fingers. “’cos you’re meh baby,” he answers. you blow on your nails when harry finishes painting them and he opens the black nail polish. “my turn,” he says, jumping in his chair with excitement. he claps his hands together before setting them out in front of you. you examine your nails and you’re completely impressed with how well harry has done.

“haz, how’d get so good painting nails?” you inquire, beginning to paint on harry’s.

“mitch ‘nd i would paint each other’s nails sometimes,” harry shrugs.  

“why do you and mitch have a cuter relationship than you and me?” you ask. 

harry’s jaw drops, feeling like you were serious when you said he and mitch have a cuter relationship than the two of you. you’re a little serious, because they always do things together but nothing you say about their bromance is too serious, anyways. “tha’s not true,” he defends. “you’re paintin’ meh nails now aren’t yeh?” you shrug and finish up with harry’s left hand. he scrunches up his nose for a fair amount of time, hoping you’d notice. he finally tells you that he has an itch on his nose and asks you to scratch it. after scratching all over harry’s nose, you finally find the spot that’s been bothering him. “see we’ve got a cute relationship,” he says. “yeh scratched meh nose for meh.”

you roll your eyes and paint the last coat of polish on harry’s pinky. he thanks you for painting them for him with a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then hovering over your lips. “don’t ever say that me and mitch are cuter than you and meh,” he orders before pecking your lips. “remember, you’ll always be meh baby.” 


fin.

authors note • *cue mariah carey* hahaha this was so dumb i hate myself 

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Thank you for your lovely comments, darlings!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompts!! Enjoy!!! <3

Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse. 


“We have to go.” Kiss

“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss

“One day – kiss – we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll definitely expel us.” Hard Kiss.

“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy make out.” Bite.

Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple, mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no tomorrow for God knows how long now.

That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day, regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.

They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms, without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.

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My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)


Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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Books & Flannels (FP Jones x Female Reader)

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Pairing: FP Jones x Female Reader (She’s legal, don’t worry)

Summary: Reader has had a crush on FP since being a teenager, but doesn’t act on it until she’s legal

Warnings: Basically just sex, nothing new on my blog

Author’s Note: Please leave some feedback, I love getting feedback! 


When she was five, Y/N would always watch her father throwing on a black leather jacket over his shoulder while her mother begged him not to go. She would hide behind her bedroom door to watch them argue for the hundredth time that month. She never understood why her mother was so angry at her dad; he was only going to work.

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maad man ❖ chanyeol

@lazylarni requested: I am in love with ‘Teenage Fever’, it’s honestly my favourite thing! Thank you so much. So, I was wondering if you could write an age gap, fluff/smut fic- with Chanyeol being a music teacher, having a one to one lesson, teaching the reader how to play piano- getting touchy & so on. Can either be a oneshot or an ongoing thing. Whatever is easier for you guys. Thank you once again, I love you writings so so so much!💚💚

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2571 words | smut, masturbation, age gap | velvet

✎ Mr. Park has always been a very nice music teacher because he always knew you were a great student, but when he start to see the way you’re turning, he has to bring you back into the right lane and remind you that good girls go far, bad girls die soon.


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