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The Girl from Around the Block-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some sensuality and language (Shameless imagine, don’t be surprised)

Originally posted by adventuresofjulia

  Lip didn’t have many strictly platonic friendships with other girls. In fact, he never considered he was capable of having a relationship with a female that didn’t involve them screwing into oblivion. But Y/N Y/L/N was different. For one thing, they’ve known each other since they were two years old, when Fiona and Hailey, Y/N’s older sister, arranged a play date for the two of them. They bonded over a love of Legos and had been friends ever since. He helped her with homework and she helped him get out of trouble when trying to persuade him from getting into it failed. He taught her how to smoke and she taught him how to play the piano. They were perfect for each other but neither of them would admit it.

  “Come on, Lip, you’re telling me that you’ve never thought of asking Y/N out?” Ian asked.

  They were smoking on their porch in the hot Chicago summer. Ian had the day off from work and Lip was still thinking up his latest scheme to make money fast.

   “Y/N’s like a sister to me, you know. You don’t f—k your sister,” Lip said. “We aren’t royalty or anything.”

   Ian laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N’s thought of f—cking you, you can see it in her eyes.”

   “Shut up.” Lip smacked Ian in the chest, making the ginger laugh.

   “Oh, that hurt so bad. Can’t you hit harder, pussy?”

   And that led to them wrestling jokingly, making Debbie roll her eyes inside and Carl begin cheering them on. Once they stopped (ie: when Ian pinned Lip down in their front yard), Lip sighed.

   “For the record, I let you win.”

   “Yeah, whatever.” Ian’s smile disappeared and he looked serious. “So, you’d really never consider getting with Y/N?”

   Lip rolled his eyes and shoved Ian off of him. “If you’re so into her, why don’t you date her?”
  “Because I’m gay.”

   “Oh yeah, use that excuse.” Lip took another long drag of his cigarette as he stood. “Look, Y/N’s a cool girl and stuff but I can’t see us being serious. I mean, we used to take baths together and I had the pleasure of being the only person with her when she first got her period. There’s too much history.”

   As the words left his mouth, Lip knew he was lying to himself. He knew that he was madly in love with his best friend who somehow managed to be sweet but scrappy when it came to defending herself or any of the Gallaghers. Plus, there was the way she threw her head back when she laughed really hard, making her gorgeous y/h/c locks flow around her. Then, there was the way she’d scrunch up her nose whenever she was confused about a homework question. Plus, she was the one who first confronted him about Karen, telling him that he shouldn’t take her kind of bullsh-t anymore. Also, her y/e/c eyes would light up whenever she was staring out at Lake Michigan and she would jump whenever someone/something freaked her out.

   Ian glanced behind Lip. “Too much history, huh?”

   “Yep.”

   “Then you wouldn’t be too upset at the view behind you right now.”

   Lip turned around and what he saw nearly made him drop his cigarette. Across the street, standing on the corner, was none other than Y/N smiling widely as she kissed Will Brooks. 

    “What’s she doing with him?” Lip asked.

    “Well, Lip, it appears as though they’re making out. It probably has to do with the fact that she’s had a crush on him since second semester,” Ian said.

   “How the f–k do you know all that?”

   “Because I’m the gay friend she tells all this to,” Ian said. “And I can’t blame her. Will is the star of the basketball team, has muscles for days, and is the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome.”

   “He’s an idiot. He thought that a square should count as a rhombus in geometry,” Lip muttered.

   “Someone sounds jealous,” Ian sang.

   “Shut up,” he hissed.

   But the green monster was making his blood boil as he watched Y/N laugh at something Will said before hitting his arm playfully. Her smile was beautiful and genuine, if only she was smiling that way for Lip. She kissed Will one last time before circling around him and heading down the street. However, Will didn’t let her get by before swatting her butt and making her jump. Lip could’ve strangled him right then and there.

   “Lip, Ian, you are not going to believe what just happened!” Y/N said when she got up to them.

   “You got syphilis from that idiot?” Lip asked.

   Y/N frowned. “No, but Will did just take me out.”

   “Where?” Ian smiled widely and crossed his arms just to spite Lip.

   “He took me to lunch and then we walked along Navy Pier, just talking. Your advice worked, Ian!” Y/N squealed as she hugged him.

    “Wait, you gave her advice on this?” Lip asked.

    “It’s what the gay best friend does,” Ian said.

    Y/N turned to Lip and frowned. “Why are you getting so upset about this?”

    “Because you didn’t tell me about it.”

    “I didn’t think you’d care if I went out with Will. It’s nothing serious.”

    “But it might be. The Bulls are looking at Will to draft him. I hear he’s going to be Chicago’s Kobe Bryant.”

    “This is the Bulls were talking about, Ian,” Lip said. “Besides, Will get a new girl every week, you should probably just forget about him.”

   “For your information, Mr. Negative, we’re actually going out again tomorrow night. He got us Bulls tickets!”
   “Nosebleeds?” Lip asked.

   “Nope, near the floor, center court!” Y/N grinned. “I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought that Will would ever notice me.”

    “How could he not? You’re gorgeous,” Ian said.

    “Just be careful, okay. I don’t like the guy.”

    “You don’t like many guys, Lip. Besides, you should be happy for me. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll get you court-side seats to see the Bulls.”

   “No thanks, I’m good.” Lip threw his cigarette down and snuffed it out with his boot. “I’m gonna go take care of some business.”

    “What business?” Y/N asked as she began following him down the sidewalk.

    “My usual business with Kev,” Lip said.

    Y/N’s eyes widened. “Lip, you can’t do that. You’re already high up on the cop’s radar, right behind Carl.”

   “I’ve been doing this since we were fourteen, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.”

    “But you getting arrested could f—k up your chances with MIT or U of Chicago or any other fancy school,” Y/N argued.

   “Hey, why don’t you worry about what dress you’re gonna wear to see Will again and I’ll worry about my future, alright?” Lip snapped.

   Y/N flinched at his words. They had had arguments before, but he never got this mean with her. “What’s your problem, Lip? Are you on the rag?”

   “No, just leave me alone.”

   “Fine, come around the block when you decide to stop being such a jackass,” Y/N said.

   Though her words were sharp, she sounded hurt and it hurt Lip that he had hurt his best friend. As much as he wanted to admit why he was really angry with Y/N, he was too prideful and scared of her reaction to say anything.

   For two weeks, Y/N didn’t come by to see the Gallaghers nor did Lip try to go up around the block to see her. Fiona, Ian, Debbie, Carl, Kev, and V did their best not to mention her name whenever Lip was around. But ever since their fight, Lip had begun drinking and smoking more. He was miserable. However, everything came to a head when Fiona confronted him one day.

   “Alright, Lip, go talk to her,” Fiona said.

   “What?” 

   Lip was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee while Fiona and Debbie were making breakfast.

   “You heard her, we’re sick of seeing you moping around all the time and drunk you is only so entertaining,” Debbie said.

   “I don’t want to talk to her. Besides, the only person she’s interested in talking to is Will.” Lip spat out the boy’s name.

   “That’s not true,” Ian said as he walked into the kitchen with Liam in his arms, “she talks to me all the time.”

   “If I want to talk to her, I’ll talk to her, alright? Can we stop f—king talking about her?” Lip snapped.

   Fiona set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Lip and bent down to his level. “Lip, I know you’ve been in love with Y/N pretty much since the day you met and it must be killing you that you fought and that she’s with Will—”

   “Will Brooks? He’s a babe,” Debbie said.

   Fiona, Ian, and Lip collectively shot her a look that made her instantly regret her words.

   “Sorry.”

   Fiona sighed. “But you need to man up and talk to her. I know this is gonna be hard comin’ from me but I know love when I see it.”

   Lip groaned. “She’s not gonna forgive me.”

  “She will, we’ve all had to,” Ian said.

  Lip playfully shoved him before taking a long swig of coffee. “I’ll be right back.”

  “That’s my boy,” V said as she entered the kitchen from the rear entrance.

   “Did you hear all of that?” Ian asked.

   “For the most part. Please go talk to that girl, I’m sick of seeing you look more pissed off than usual.”

   Lip laughed. “I will, see ya, V.”

   As he left the house, Lip began going over everything he could possibly say to make everything up to Y/N. 

   “Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and getting pissed about you and Will. I’m sure the NBA accepts idiots too—no, can’t say that, she’ll get pissed that I insulted him. Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and I’m really happy for you and Will. Maybe the Bulls will start winning if he joins. Yeah, that’s better.” Lip paused. “Y/N, you probably hate me, but we have to talk…”

   “I thought that only crazy people talked to themselves,” Mandy said as she strolled up to Lip.

   “Oh, hey, Mandy,” he said.

    She was wearing a tight black tank top and short denim cut offs. They had a short-lived fling but decided that they were better off as friends. Besides Ian and Lip, Mandy was Y/N’s closest friend.

   “I’m guessing that you’re off to talk to Y/N,” Mandy said.

   “Yeah, I said some real sh-tty stuff to her and she didn’t deserve it.” 

   “She never does,” Mandy said. “It’s just too bad about her and Will.”

   Lip frowned. “What happened?”

   “You didn’t hear? She found out that he’s been cheating on her ever since they got together. I offered to have my brothers beat him up for her, but she said it wasn’t worth it. I haven’t seen her around in a long time.”

   “Sh-t.”

    “Yeah, so whatever you have to say to her, don’t f-ck up.”

   “Thanks, Mandy.”

    As Lip walked away from Mandy, he was both elated and furious. He could beat Will’s face in for what he did to Y/N but at the same time, he was ecstatic that she was single again. Now he really had to perfect what he was gonna say.

   “Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened between us. You didn’t deserve it and I was just being a dick. I’m also sorry about what happened between you and Will. He deserves to get the sh-t beat out of him.” Lip sighed. “And…and I got so mad about the whole Will thing because, you’re like a sister to me and I didn’t want to lose my sister or my friend…the friend I’ve been in love with since we were two.”

   At this point, Lip was standing in front of the Y/L/N’s house. Mr. Y/L/N was most likely back at work in the loan office and Mrs. Y/L/N was off being a maid in the W Hotel. Whether or not Hailey was home was a bit of a toss up since she would skip class more than Lip did. The navy, two-story house seemed a lot bigger than it usually did and part of Lip wanted to turn around and run away.

   “Don’t be a pussy,” he muttered. 

   He walked up the front steps and knocked on the door.

   Seconds later, a dog was barking and Hailey was yelling at it.

   “Geez!” she blew a piece of dark hair out of her eyes and narrowed them once she saw Lip. “Lip.”

   “Hi, Hailey.”

   The barking Rottweiler stopped when he saw Lip and began licking all over his face.

   “Hi, Buster,” Lip said as he scratched the dog. “I’ve missed you.”

   “Well, he’s missed you too, I don’t know if I can say the same for Y/N,” Hailey said.

   Lip sighed as he straightened up. “Look, I know I f-cked up majorly with Y/N and I’m sorry. I just want to apologize and if she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore, that’s fine, I’ll understand. Is she okay?”

   Hailey’s e/c eyes softened slightly at Lip’s words but she kept a tense body language. “She’d be better off if that idiot hadn’t cheated on her weeks after she lost her best friend. But she’ll get through it, she’s tough.”

   “I know, is she here?”

   Hailey pursed her lips. “That Will guy might’ve hurt her but you really broke her heart, you know that, Gallagher?”

   “Yeah…”

   “I could kill you for how much you made her cry and then Will on top of that—” Hailey breathed.

   “And I’ll do my best to never make her cry again. Believe me, the last thing I want is to hurt her.”

   Lip hoped his sincerity showed through since Hailey was one of the most stubborn people when it came to protecting her family and doing what she thought was right.

   “She went to the Symphony. They let her listen to the music from the entry way as long as she doesn’t disturb anyone.”

   “Thanks, Hailey, I really appreciate it.”

   The L couldn’t have operated any slower that day, which made Lip even more anxious. He began chain smoking, hoping it would help him think more, but it didn’t. It calmed him down a little, but he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. Fortunately, downtown wasn’t very crowded and it was easy for him to find his way to the Symphony. Sure enough, Y/N was sitting near one of the door, cross-legged, listening intently to the passionate music. She looked gorgeous though she was wearing a simple white summer dress that went off the shoulders. Her hair was twisted up into a pretty bun on top of her head and her back was facing Lip.

   He carefully walked up to her, his mind racing with words.

   “Mind if I join you?”
    Y/N gestured for him to sit without turning away from the door. Her eyes were puffy and he could tell that she had been crying.

    “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

    “Sh, it’s Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9,” Y/N hissed.

    “Oh, right, sorry.” Lip managed to say quiet for five more seconds before saying, “no, you know what, f-ck the music, you can get this sh–t on YouTube or iTunes. We need to talk.”

   “Keep your voice down or we’ll get kicked out,” Y/N said quietly. 

   “Fine, but at least look at me when I talk?”
   Y/N hesitated before turning to Lip. “Talk.”

   Lip paused. Everything he had rehearsed seem to leave his mind. “You’re beautiful.”

   Y/N rolled her eyes. “Go away, Lip.”

   “No, I’m serious. Even though that a—hole made you cry and did all that to you, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Always have been.”

   There was a long pause between them but Y/N looked stunned.

   “Is that all you have to say to me?”

    “No, I’m sorry about what happened between us. I shouldn’t have gotten so pissed off about you and that jerk.”

    “You were a real jackass,” Y/N muttered.

    “I know, and you didn’t deserve that. And I’m sorry about what happened—-no, you know what, f-ck that, I’m not sorry. He didn’t deserve to be with you because you are amazing and sweet and talented and tough and strong. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you and neither do I.”

    Y/N looked stunned but suddenly looked dejected. “If I’m all those things, why did he cheat on me with Ashley Opperman, Jane Henkins, Mariah Little, Penny Gilbert, Vanessa Langley, and Iman Ashton?”

    “Because he’s an idiot who’s probably trying to get the clap if he got anywhere near Vanessa Langley,” Lip said.

    Y/N smiled. “I think she’s had ever STD under the sun besides AIDs.”

   Lip smiled. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened between us, Y/N. Is there any way you could forgive me?”
   Y/N jokingly tapped her finger against her chin. “If you teach me how make things explode using that fancy technical vocabulary, maybe.”

   “Of course.”

   “And you help me pass my ACT.”

   “Okay.”

   “And you come to my piano concerts.”

   “I already do.”

   “Sober, though.”

   “Then you’ll have to play something less boring.”

   “Deal.”

   They jokingly shook hands before Y/N wrapped her arms around Lip and basically fell into his lap. He immediately pulled her close, inhaling her sweet scent.

    “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

    “I love you.”

    They both froze. Lip couldn’t have said that any less smoothly if he tried. He couldn’t believe that he had blurted it out like that.

    Y/N pulled away slowly and looked at him with wide eyes. “Lip?”

    “I’ve loved you since we first met and I fell in love with you around the same time, I think. It drove me crazy seeing you with Will and I’m sorry I was so mean to you. If you don’t feel the same way then—”

    Lip was cut off as Y/N pressed her lips against his. He immediately pulled her closer as he kissed back. All those emotions they had for the past sixteen years came out in that exchange. They were so caught up they not only forgot where they were but also that they would need to pull away for air.

     “Eh hem.” An elderly security guard looked at them with distaste.

    “What’s your problem?” Lip asked.

    “Sorry, Ivan, we’ll be leaving now.”

    “No, that’s fine, Y/N, just try to ease up on all of that.” Ivan gestured to their current position.

   “You got it, Ivan.”

   He wandered away and Lip pulled Y/N into him again.

   “So, I’m guessing you like me too?”

   “No, I love you, I thought as smart as you are, you would’ve caught onto that when we were at least four,” Y/N teased.

   “Well, I’m smart enough to never let you go again.”

   “Good.”

    And that was how after many years, Lip Gallagher ended up with the girl from around the block.

Not Just A Jock

Originally posted by archic-andrews

Requested by anonymous:

“Hey babe!!!! I am so glad you are back I have missed you. As a senior I understand the pressure! I was wondering if you could write an Archie Andrews imagine? Where maybe she is new and he is intrigued by her but she thinks he is like a mean jock…..? Is that lame? I really do 😘 lysm”

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Notes: First riverdale imagine yay!!! also this is not lame!!!! 

*this is set after Ms Grundy (ew) leaves


“What we all really need is a good night out, so who wants to volunteer to host a party?”

“You’re the one with a penthouse apartment and a totally chill mum, you should be the one to have it.” 

“Ok first off Kev, my mum is the opposite of chill and are you forgetting that we’re basically broke? As if we can afford the damage that will undoubtedly occur after the football team’s paid a visit.”

“Oh please as if- woah.” 

Archie looked up from his guitar and messy song writing notebook at the loud sound of Kevin’s loud gasp. It wasn’t long for Archie to find out what caused Kevin to get distracted from his heated discussion with Veronica. His eyes widened and his grip on his guitar loosened as he stared at possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 

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Block B as the Mafia + How He Met You

|||Anon asked: After reading your Monsta X mafia reaction and the other ones, I was wondering if you could do one for Block B too|||


Zico/Woo Jiho

Originally posted by mayfifolle

  • There are many gangs in Seoul but his is definitely the worst
  • Literally 5 minutes before chaos
  • When he was little he thought about taking over the city and now he’s one of the most badass leaders out there
  • Successfully robbed a bank once, so now he does it every month, just to see if he can get caught
  • No mercy for anyone who interferes with his work

You were working at the bank when they raided it. As stubborn as you were you always got into dangerous situations. You were asked to get the money but refused to comply.

“What the fuck did you just say? Bring her here.” he told his men.

“Can you repeat that honey?” he asked taking hold of your chin.

“I said go get them yourself you fuck!” and you tried to spit him in the face but he avoided it at the last second.

“Woah! Feisty! Get her in the truck.”


Lee Taeil

Originally posted by fuck-photo-s-blog

  • Definitely not the one you should mess with.
  • His appearance may seem innocent but he’s far from that.
  • Enjoys torturing people not only for info but also for fun because on who else can you test the new weapons.
  • Has a massive truck and will run you over if you get in his way.
  • Gets a tattoo for every big, difficult but successful mission.

You didn’t know about his work because even though you two knew each other from childhood, he has become distant lately. One night he came knocking on your door all beaten up.

“Taeil! What the hell?”

“Oh yeah, I never told you. I’m in the mafia.” he laughed.

“What? How can you joke in this condition?”

“Can you help me out here. I will tell you everything later.” he said slumping down on the sofa.


B Bomb/Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by my-galaxy-supernova

  • This one is sneaky. Really sneaky.
  • Can steal so much in a small amount of time that nobody even notices he was there.
  • Likes to play mahjong with Pyo and Ukwon. But they don’t.
  • He always cheats and it’s impossible to catch him doing that.
  • As he wins most of the time, he has been banned from a lot of casinos,, that doesn’t stop him from going to them though.
  • Loves those tiny bb bombs

He was just kicked out from the casino when he saw you standing beside the building, smoking. He came up to you and took the cigarette out of your mouth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be smoking.” he said putting it out.

“That’s none your bussiness.”

But he ignored you and took you by the arm.

“Say, if you get me inside the casino, I could make this evening way more interesting for both of us.”


Ahn Jaehyo

Originally posted by jaehyohoe

  • Seems to be a pro at making any kind of black market deals.
  • But he’s actually not, he’s just really lucky.
  • Is pretty much lost all the time and without meaning any harm gets in a lot of trouble.
  • But also that way he made a lot of new strong allies.
  • Travels a lot around the country because of his work.

You have been making deals with him for as long as you can remember, so it didn’t bother you anymore when he called you to get him out of trouble.

“Jaehyo! What happened this time?” you asked, picking him up as he was barely able to stand.

“Wrong time, wrong place.” he smirked.

“As always. Come. I will patch you up.”


U-Kwon/Kim Yukwon

Originally posted by hikaricassio

  • Loves guns and the smell after you shoot somebody.
  • Likes to hunt his enemies, making them scared and begging for their life.
  • Even though he’s a very skilled assassin, he only takes those offers that can be of value to him as well.
  • As opposing to others, he doesn’t mind working in the daylight and can even kill somebody in a centre of a busy street.
  • Slaps Minhyuk in the face whenever he loses against him.

You worked as a guard for his target. He thought it will be easy to deal with you but you were expecting him and slammed him down on the ground.

“Okay, so I guess I will have to get serious.” he told breaking free from your grasp and pointing his gun at your head.

“Now be a good girl and tell me where my target is.”


P.O/Pyo Jihoon

Originally posted by unniesgirl

  • How did even this ball of sunshine get in the mafia I have no idea.
  • Can seem intimidating but he actually prefers talking to violence.
  • Grew up in the mafia business but ran away from his father gang because he was too strict.
  • Is very quick in knocking his opponents unconscious.
  • Then apologises to their seemingly lifeless bodies.

You were following his father’s orders to keep an eye on him. You were aware that he noticed you a couple of days ago but decided not to act on it when you felt his hand on your neck.

“Stay still. It’s more than easy for me to break it now.” he told you and you complied.

“My father doesn’t send just anyone, so you must be important. You will have to come with me.”


Park Kyung

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

  • The second most important person in the gang and Jiho’s right hand
  • He may seem all nice and stuff but he’s actually been plotting to overtake Jiho’s position as the leader
  • Makes it easy for others to trust him but in reality he’s a great liar and can betray you for his own gain
  • He’s the one who finds new, secluded hideouts for the gang
  • He’s also the one who makes the plans for all the missions

He met you at a fancy party for big shots. He has been watching you all evening, so you finally decided to approach him.

“If you have something to say then do it.”

“Oh no, I was just thinking that a party like this doesn’t suit you.” he smirked.

“Is that so?”

“Here.” he said extending his hand. “Come with me. I will show you something much more interesting.”


A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions  etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😉

i walked with you once upon a dream (Prologue)

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 734 || more fics

summary: Connected since their respective births, Oliver and Felicity were soulmates. What started off as a person that they dreamed of at night, a person they had never before met, turned into the greatest thing they could have imagined. (summary written by @daniellepanabakery)
chapter word count: 734
chapters: prologue
a/n: okay so i decided to combine two ideas i had, two birds with one stone kind of thing…. i hope it makes sense. Also thank u @yellowflicker09011996 for the help ♥ 

inspired by x x


Felicity’s feet pounded against the metal of a fire escape as she ran. She panted, rounding a corner and pulling herself up higher onto the building. A pain in her side made her pause.

“Shit,” she placed her hand against the spot.

It was the muted feeling of hot steel was being dragged across her flesh. There was no wound under her dark purple leather. It wasn’t real. Or it wasn’t her pain; it was Oliver’s.

For a moment she was thrown off. He had been blocking her out, trying to keep her from feeling what he was going through, but that wasn’t helping anyone. If she couldn’t reach him then how did he expect her to find him. It was more than a little frustrating. All she wanted to do was bring him home and yet he was making it difficult.

“I’m coming for you, my love,” she breathed out the words, “I will never stop looking.”

She kept moving. There was no time to waste. Oliver had only been missing for over twenty three hours, but that was one day too many.  He had been taken by a sick psychopath hell bent on revenge. Every second away from him made it hard to breathe. He was her everything. Just like she was to him.

She had to find her husband and soon; she didn’t care if she had to tear the entire city apart to do so.

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On All Fours - Zico/P.O./U-kwon

Group: BLOCK B
Members: Zico (Jiho) , P.O. (Jihoon), U-kwon (Yukwon)
Genre: SMUT SMUT JUST PLAIN SMUT, foursome
Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT, foursome

A/N: wow okay this took me foreverrr and i pushed some of my own boundaries on this one as well. Also it’s long af. Hope you’ll like it!


‘should we really be doing this here?’, you breathed as strong hands moved your top up your chest and hot lips were brushing over the skin of your neck. You held on to broad shoulders as a second pair of lips started to adorn your throat with red marks. You let your head fall back with a sigh, all doubt and cautiousness thrown away when his tongue glided over your jaw.

Another pair of hands gripped your hips tightly and pulled them back into his. You felt his prominent, clothed erection grind against your behind, making you gasp loudly, the tongue on your jaw taking the opportunity to suddenly, forcefully entwine itself with yours.  

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The Camping Trip

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey! Could you do one in which reader has a nightmare and Jughead comforts the reader?

Warnings: Choking, Stabbing

Word Count: 1,634

A/N: Sorry this is a bit short! (For me, at least)

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A flash of silver, a floor stained red.

Sirens, policemen, a trial.

The ruling: self defence.

Jason’s Killer: dead.

Because of me.

The summer after Sophomore year, a few months after the trial ended and things are just starting to go back to normal, or at least the way they were before Jason Blossom was killed.

I don’t know how, but somehow I ended up being the one who figured out who killed him before anyone else did. They ended up cornering me in my house, breaking in and threatening me if I told anyone. I tried to reach for the phone, but they lunged. I grabbed a kitchen knife and swung, and I’m not sure what I hit, but it stuck.

I’ve been to counseling and I’ve had many talks with my mom about it, but it still haunts me to this day.

The person who has been there for me the most is my boyfriend of a year, Jughead, who I can tell feels guilty for what happened. He blames himself because if he hadn’t caught me up in trying to figure it out I wouldn’t have even been in danger. It’s not his fault though, I basically volunteered to join the team to search for the killer. IIt was a way to spend more time with him, since he seemed so wrapped up in all of it.

He works on finishing his novel about all of the events now, and so while he’s still been there he’s also been distant at the same time, and basically the only time spent with him seems like an interview. I know he doesn’t mean it like that, but it would be nice to hang out without a laptop and a list of questions.

About a month into summer Archie suggests that we all go on a camping trip to down south, just to get away from things for a while. Betty and Veronica say yes immediately, even offering to share a tent. I wouldn’t be surprised if they also wanted to share an air mattress. They think we’re all so oblivious to what’s been happening between them, but me and Jughead guessed it from the minute that Veronica showed up in town.

Kevin agrees, as we invited him because we didn’t want to exclude people. He hangs out with us more regularly now, so it just wouldn’t feel right if he wasn’t there.

I convince Jughead over the course of few days, saying that a change of scenery may help with his writer’s block he’s recently been struck with. I tell him that it will be good for all of us to get away for a while, get away from the words on his laptop. He reluctantly agrees.

We book a campsite, plan it all out, and even buy all of the supplies for the ‘best camping trip ever’, as Ronnie calls it. Before I know it, we’re piled in a car, driving the two hours south to the camp ground.

The drive down is a bit noisy and even verges on the side of chaotic, with everyone speaking to each other simultaneously.

I try to block out all of the noise, as there’s already enough of that in my head, and I focus on how Jughead is sitting there with a hand on my thigh the whole drive down. I can tell he feels out of place without his laptop.

We arrive just before sunset, and Archie seems to have all three tents set up in no time. It’s Ronnie and Betty in one tent, of course, Jughead and I in another, and Archie is with Kevin.

He then works on setting up a fire in the middle of all our tents, providing warmth and light, and we watch as day turns to night and all the stars appear in the sky through the treetops.

Jughead and I sit close together, his arm around me as I lean into him. Betty and Ronnie sit close enough together that their knees are touching, Kevin is roasting a marshmallow, and Archie is obliviously playing his guitar and providing mood music.

After about an hour, Kevin turns into the night, ready for a full day of hiking and being with friends tomorrow. Not soon after, Ronnie and Betty go inside their tent, and then followed by Archie, leaving Jughead and I to watch the burning embers. I rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and focusing on his breathing.

No words are spoken as my eyes close and my heart beat slows, falling asleep.

My world tumbles into darkness as I feel the wind knocked out of me. My eyes open and I’m back in my house, my throat closing around me. My back is pushed against the wall and I claw at the hand that’s there, kicking into the air to try and knock whatever is holding me off. A face appears in front of mine and my heart drops. Jason’s killer.

“You thought you got rid of me?” they ask in the dream, and evil looking smile coming over their face, their eyes flickering with the threat of death.

“Please.” I choke out, still trying to grasp and claw at their arms.

“I’ll be back for you.” they say, before releasing me.

I fall to the ground, my breathing heavy as I try to bring oxygen back into my lungs. I scramble across the floor to where I know the knifes are on the counter. I stand up and reach for them, only to find them disappear as I’m about to touch them.

An evil laugh comes from behind me as I spin around. Before I have time to react they stab me with the knife right in my stomach, right where I stabbed them.

I jolt up, soaked in sweat. I look around and try to focus on my surroundings. I feel an air mattress beneath me and realize that Jughead must have taken me into the tent after I had fallen asleep.

I try to steady my breathing, but it just becomes heavier and heavier. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and I wipe them away quickly. Soon the walls of the tent seem to close together, so I rip the zipper down and step outside to get some fresh air.

The fire has completely died down, and I wrap my arms around myself to help with the shivering, mostly likely brought on my sobs rather than the cold.

I keep telling myself to take deep breaths, but every time I do I’m taken back to the feeling of my throat closing, their hands pushing me further and further into the wall. I crouch to my knees, my sobs quieting while my breathing remains heavy.

Soon, I hear a rustle behind me and stand up, spinning quickly to see what’s there.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing up?” Jughead asks, rubbing his eyes as he steps out of our tent.

“Oh, u-uhm.” I stammer, not really sure what to respond with. I don’t think he knows about how bad my nightmares are, and I certainly don’t want him to see me in the middle of dealing with him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, clearly noticing how distressed I am. I know I can’t hide it from him for long, he knows me too well. He takes a step towards me to try and see me in a better light.

“Yeah.” I say, nodding my head, but when I see that he’s not going anywhere I begin to shake it the other way, “No.” I admit.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, finally reaching me. He gently puts an arm on my shoulder, careful not to make me too uncomfortable. At this point, though, I need him. As soon as he makes contact I pull him into a hug, holding him tightly.

“I, uh, I had a nightmare again, about- about that night.” I say into the crook of his neck, almost a whisper, my voice still trying to calm from the sobs.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” he asks, his voice quiet and soothing, a characteristic I didn’t know he had. I take comfort in it, though, breathing in everything that he is. There’s a silence before my answer. I don’t want it to come out wrong.

“All you ever want to talk about are the questions for your novel and I- I didn’t think it was important.” I admit.

“Don’t you ever think that you’re not important to me. You always come first to me, no matter what.” his voice turns stern, solid like a rock, and I believe him. His tone and his stance. He really means what he’s saying.

“They were so strong, I couldn’t breath. I was so scared.” I admit even further, not able to stop now that I’ve started.

“If they were strong, then you’re even stronger. And if anyone ever tries to lay a hand on you, I won’t let them. I won’t let anyone harm you. Ever again.” he reassures, his hand rubbing up and down my back while the other holds my head.

I break away and look at him, staring into his eyes in the dark of the night. The moon is reflected in his irises, and he’s beautiful. “I love you, Jughead.” I say, a hand going to cup his cheek. He brings me in for a kiss, a gentle one at first, right on my lips. He breaks away only for a moment, keeping our foreheads together.

“I love you too, more than anything in this world.” he whispers.

A flash of white, lips stained red.

Crickets, the night sky, a boy and a girl.

Result: Magic.

The Camping Trip: A success.

Because of him.


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Healing Powers

Request: Hii, 1.I’m from Finland so sorry for my english 2.This is my first time requesting so sorry if don’t know how to do it correctly? OKAY, So. The reader is dating Peter, she’s also an avenger and they go to a mission and they think they’ve defeated the bad guys, BUT then the reader sees one, with A GUN and she does this powermagicshield to protect the others, but it doesn’t, like, reach her? And she gets shot and everyone’s like WLRFQ, bUT she survives, not too much angst, enough is enough. luv u❤             

Warnings: A bullet..?

Originally posted by mockingbbird

The team was worried. About you.You were about to go on your first mission. It’s not that they didn’t trust you, but, you were just a kid. The only reason they let you on the team was because Peter was on the team too. And they loved you, but, if there wasn’t already someone on the team your age, they probably wouldn’t have let you join.

You hadn’t planed to tell Peter about your powers, but, when you had first gotten them, Peter threw a pillow at you. And you accidentally made a force-field to protect Yourself. It was then that he showed you his spider-man powers. Yeah, It was a weird day.

Team members kept coming to check on you the day of the mission; like you were going to get hurt before you even left.

“Hey Pete.” You walked into his temporary Avengers bedroom.

“Oh hi Y/N!” He sat up from his spot on the bed, “What’s up?”

“Tell me about missions?” you asked him, crossing your legs on his bed. You loved the way he got all excited when he talked about superheroes.

You know when there’s a little kid all excited about ice cream? That’s Peter.Actually nvm I love ice cream.


“Okay-” He laughed, “Well, when you get there, Captain America tells everyone what to do… And, oh! There was this one time; there was this bad guy, and, and, he was going to get The Black Widow, and then Iron Man came and-”

“-I hate to interrupt, but-” Steve motioned backwards with his thumb from the doorway.

You giggled and sat up, “Ready?” You asked Peter.

“Yup!!”  

.

“Over there!” Iron Man called at War Machine. He turned and flipped the Agent over.

Everyone looked around, breathing heavily. You were done. You had gotten everybody.You turned around and gave Peter a high-five. You turned back toward the building that had crumpled down. Not that you felt bad about it, it was the base that the criminals had been using.

You were about to tun back to the team, when you saw another one. Dressed in all black, you determined it was another agent.

He slowly pulled out a giant gun; and was aiming toward, well, the entire team.

You gasped. You lunged in front of the team.You used your force-field to block the rest of the team. But what you didn’t expect; was him aiming for you.

You looked down and watched as a bullet went through your stomach. You fell to the ground, and the team surrounded you.

“Y/N!” Peter ran and sat down next you in the floor. They didn’t know what to do, and it was too late to call an ambulance.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He out a hand on your arm.

“Peter,”

“Shhh.” He shushed you.

“But, Peter,” You said, frustrated. He turned his head to the side as if to ask you what was wrong.

“Move your hand!” You strained out. Peter’s hands were blocked your arms. He quickly removed his hands form over your arms, and you lifted them up. You hovered your hands over your stomach, and the team watched in amazement as you began to heal yourself. Blue energy danced across your fingers, and pulled the bullet out of you.

“Okay!” You said, standing up, “Let’s go home now!”


May/20/2017

Midnight Coffee

Jasmine Cephas Jones x Fem!Reader
Words: 1760

well hello there. surprised to see me writing again? so am i honestly.

i got a keyboard the other day and all i’ve been doing is playing it and crying when the pedal misbehaves (the keyboard ends up sustaining by itself and the pedal stops the sustain which is the wrong way around)

but anyway. i’ve had a bit of writers block and i’ve had a lot going on in my life. i’m horrible at all of my subjects, i feel pretty isolated at school and on here and i kinda just gave up for a little while.

tonight, i just started writing. this was going to be an anthony x reader or a daveed x reader but i never have written a jasmine x reader. i suppose this could be day 6 of the hamwriters challenge (that i never did finish oops)

i’ll finish my speech now because i really wanna watch this episode of legion and then maybe (probably not) get some sleep. i hope you all enjoy this!

requests are open or if you wanna chat or something, you can message me. I love you all

ps. i really love dan stevens wow what a man 

Masterlist

Originally posted by janthony-marriage-watch

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It was late one Sunday night when you first met Jasmine.

You were sitting in your tiny apartment with its paper thin walls and it’s horrible acoustics as you tried to finish a song. You knew the song needed to be finished by midnight at the latest for it to be counted towards your grade, but you also knew that your current writer’s block may have been the worst ever.

The task was simple and one you had completed many times before, but when you sat down at your keyboard, you felt nothing. There wasn’t a melody in your head besides “Careless Whisper”, the song your ex had played a cover of in class today.

He had dedicated it to you, which made you roll your eyes once again. He really hadn’t clicked on to the fact that you weren’t interested in him, nor any other guy on the planet. Alas, your parents seemed to have a hatred for people in the LGBTQ+ community that you just couldn’t explain. You weren’t sure what it was, but whenever they saw a same sex couple in public, they would turn their noses.

You knew you weren’t coming out anytime soon. You still hadn’t found the right person, so what was the point anyway?

You sighed when you realised your mind had drifted again, turning your attention back to the blank page on your music stand. It looked like someone had taken a scan of your brain and printed it out onto paper… you had nothing, the page had nothing, it was a match made in heaven.

A three minute song couldn’t be that hard to write, right? You usually smashed out five minute songs in about an hour when you didn’t need to. But now that there was criteria, that people were judging you… you simply didn’t know what to do.

About another hour passed of changing the direction of your stare from the tree outside your window and back to the sheet music when you decided you had finally had enough. “For fuck’s sake! I’m never getting this done!” You exclaimed, picking up your music stand and throwing it at the wall out of frustration.

A cloud of dirt filled the air as the music stand went through the wall you shared with your neighbour. You gasped, staring at the hole in shock. You hadn’t thrown it that hard, had you? Maybe you had… how the hell were you supposed to cover this up? Or pay for the damage you had caused?

You pulled the music stand out of the wall, glancing through the wall at the nicely decorated apartment. You had never met your neighbours, but from the loud rap music you often heard some nights, you had assumed they were thugs.

The door in the apartment swung open to reveal a young girl with short hair. You gasped, looking around anxiously before bolting and sitting down at your keyboard. You acted natural, biting down hard on your lip as the girl stepped forward and inspected the wall.

“Still haven’t gotten that song done?”

Your eyes widened. You looked up from where you were pretending to play, a red blush coating your cheeks. “U-Uh what?” You replied, resting your elbow on one of the keys and jumping when a low note was played. You fell backwards off the chair, groaning and closing your eyes in embarrassment.

The girl in the opposite apartment giggled. “Is your door open? I’ve heard the other originals you’ve written and I think I could help create something similar. Your assignment’s due tomorrow, right?” She asked.

You looked at her in confusion, having no words for the extraordinary girl. You had never seen anyone like her before… she was beautiful, kind and she didn’t seem angry about the wall. In fact, she hadn’t even mentioned it yet. That had to be something good, right?

Letting out a long sigh, you laid on the floor and watched as the girl disappeared, your head snapping to your door as she walked into your apartment.

“I’m Jasmine by the way, and you might want to consider locking your door. There are some weird people around here,” she stated, holding out her finely manicured hand and helping you up from where you laid on the ground.

“(Y/N). I’m (Y/N),” you said, sitting back down on your chair. “Now, would you mind telling me how you know so much about my assignment? And so much about me?”

Jasmine’s eyes widened. She blushed slightly, pulling a seat over to the piano and sitting next to you. “Well, my ex-boyfriend / best friend is always off in the studio making music. I’m home a lot, and I’m often curious when I hear you playing. Well, I’ve always been curious. You always play sad songs, even if they’re not your originals. I was wondering what kind of person was waiting behind the wall,” She started, playing with the hem of her sleeve as she continued on.

“As you know, the walls are pretty thin. I’m sure you’ve heard Anthony and I arguing over stupid things before… but whenever their was silence on my side of the wall, there was always yelling or conversations on yours. It made me feel kinda safe to know there was someone else living here… as you may have noticed, most of the neighbours are totally insane. I hope that answers your question.”

You looked up from the keyboard keys to her, your eyes glancing over her as you tried to find the words to fill the silence. “S-So you’re not mad about the wall?” You asked, freezing as she looked up from her hands. She truly was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen.

“I was a bit shocked at first, but I like to take everything as an opportunity. I was thinking maybe we could go and get coffee and then get started on some chord progressions and lyrics? I’d love to help you out. You do seem rather stressed,” Jasmine suggested, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Wait, really? You’re not worried at all… I’m afraid I don’t even have the funds to pay for it, and I wish I did because I feel so horrible that I-“

“Hey, don’t worry. Tonight is about getting things done and new opportunities. So what do you say? Do you want to join me on this adventure?” Jasmine interrupted, standing up and holding out her hand.

You smiled and nodded, taking her hand and standing up. The two of you exited your apartment (after you made sure the door was locked) and made your way down the street.

“Is anywhere going to be open? It is quite late… god, I should’ve never left my apartment. I should’ve tried to finish that stupid song,” You said, sighing.

Jasmine smirked as the two of you came to a retro like diner with a flashing open sign above it. “Have I mentioned I like to take chances?” She asked, opening the door and holding it for you as you entered.

The diner looked like something straight of a 50’s movie. You looked around, taking in the plastic, flashing neon lights and the many, many posters of Elvis and Marilyn Munroe. You scoffed slightly, looking at Jasmine. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“We’ve both done a lot of questionable things tonight. This can just add to the list,” She replied, walking up to the counter and ordering a coffee for herself before letting you order one as well.

“What kind of questionable things would you be talking about?” You asked, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable booths as the two of you waited for your coffees.

“Well, smashing a music stand against the wall was definitely your first questionable decision. What else would go on the list? Letting a stranger into your house, I could be a serial killer for all you know. Or even worse, I could be one of those annoying neighbours that’s always smiling and talkative,” Jasmine stated, shuddering.

“You mean like that old man across the hall? He’s sweet as anything, but I do have to agree. He is a bit annoying sometimes. I guess I’ve just grown to tolerate him,” You said, shrugging and smiling as your drinks were placed down in front of you.

It felt like time stood still as the two of you sat in that diner, chatting and laughing. You never had met anyone quite like her. You were shocked you hadn’t spoken to her before, you could’ve gotten along so well if you had met earlier.

A loud beeping sound coming from your phone interrupted the flow of the conversation and sent you back to reality. As you pulled out your phone to turn off the alarm, you gasped as you saw it was nearly midnight. The song hadn’t even begun… you were majorly screwed.

“Look Jasmine, this has been incredible but I think I have to go. If I don’t get this song in to my professor in the next fifteen minutes, it’ll go ungraded and that’ll bring all my grades down… it’ll pretty much be a disaster and I’ll never forgive myself. This was so lovely though…” You said, quickly standing and getting ready to run home.

Jasmine grabbed your hand before you could go, holding onto it tightly. “I think you worry about the future too much,” she stated, pulling you back into your seat. You raised your eyebrow, slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“You think so?” You asked quietly, your worries about the song disappearing as you looked into her eyes.

“I think that for tonight, you should just stay. Don’t worry about the future, don’t worry about the song! I think we’ve really got something special happening, and I don’t want to let it go yet. So please for tonight… stay?”

The millions of thoughts that flew through your head whenever you were doing anything seemed to stop when she began to talk. You admired the way her smile could light up a room, and how her voice seemed to flow like a never ending melody.

You never did hand in that song. That night and many more were spent in that diner, talking about your worlds and everything in them. You found yourself falling in love with Jasmine more and more every night.

Eventually, you handed in Midnight Coffee to your professor. A song about love, friendship, and an old diner that you couldn’t seem to leave.

Midnight Haze

BTS + EXO x reader (+WINNER)

Overall Warnings: angst, SEXUAL THEMES, POSSIBLE NON CONTENT, gore, prostitution, kidnapping, drugging - if you’re uncomfortable with ANY of these themes please avoid reading!

BTS/EXO gang!au

BTS visuals - EXO visuals

word count: 3,221

Being a recently turned 18 year-old, you lived on your own in a dingy apartment after moving out of home which consisted of just you and your 25 year-old abusive older sister after your mother’s undiscovered disappearance, that fell months after your 16th birthday. Your father walked out years before, with no explanation on your behalf, leaving you parent-less for what you’d consider to be most of your life. When you take a turn down a highway you’d never seen before, how will the rest of your life unfold?

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It’s On Me

Request: I see u asking for requests can u write me a jimin scenario it can be anything cute just make it fluffy to the max thanks so much 💖

Originally posted by hhansung

Staring out the window of the restaurant, you were growing tired of waiting. You’d already sent around ten texts as well as called him a few times. Growing impatient, he wasn’t usually late like this. You knew he was busy but you couldn’t help but feel forgotten.

As Jimin finished up the last few minutes of his rehearsals, he couldn’t wait to leave and meet you for dinner. It was taking longer than expected though so when it was finally over, he rushed over to his phone. Seeing your texts and calls, he acted fast to answer you but as he went to put his passcode in, the little loading sign of death appeared. His phone had run out of battery. Of course it did on the only day he forgot his charger. Looking around to see if anyone had one, half of the boys had already left to either work in the studio or go home.

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don’t you want to take me home?

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: “wanted to request one (with Diggs if you don’t mind) where you’re an old friend of Lin’s and you and Daveed meet on opening night. You can take it anywhere you want after that.”

summary: reader is one of lin’s oldest friends, so of course she’s at the opening night after-party. and of course diggs is into her.

warnings: NSFW! smut, alcohol, flirting, bathroom sex

word count: 4,262

a/n: title from clippng’s ‘tonight.’ this happened. idk. still going to hell.

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K-Fans analysis: KADI Jagiya moment

!!!-WARNING-!!!

FUCKING SKIP THIS POST IF YOU’RE NOT KADI SHIPPERS (DON’T SHIP THEM AS LEGIT COUPLE)

FUCKING BLOCK ME TOO IF YOU WHINING MOFOS DON’T WANT TO SEE MY SHIT ON YOUR DASH


Do y’all remember this moment?

Some of you are skeptical (“hm perhaps he did call Kyungsoo jagi”), some of you don’t believe in it (“nah man that’s just ur delu instinct”), some of you totally buy it (“fuck yeh he did call him that”).

That’s why now we’re gonna discussing about this moment.

This analysis is taken from naver blog; http://blog.naver.com/illibell97/220379341693 written by kfans.

So, to those who said that only international fans make theories, mate you need to leave the rock you have been living under and go fucking expand your knowledge.

Lots of fucking clueless people act like they know shit these days (even tho I’m in delu team I’ve never claimed my words as facts, but these ‘ohemgee we r so smert, we know stuffs’ people dare to do that shit even tho they don’t have any proof to back up their irrational statements hm nice confident you have there)

Oh, btw I want to confess about something first.

2 days after the DP news in April, someone sent me the link of this naver blog.

I didn’t understand shit that was written there (I knew the naver post was talking about KADI etc, but I didn’t know what the hell the post’s precise topic) and bc of that this person translated it for me.

I wanted to post it right away, but she was like, “nah man shit is on fire now, wait until things calm down” and ofc I complied.

So it means I have been hiding this material for a month from y’all.

Damn I’m actually a bit shady too lelelelelel. Wut other shit do I hide from y’all hm I wonder ah fuck im being shady again lelelelelelel nah man i know nothing

 

This is just fans analysis, mkay?

So if some hoes complain about the shit i post istg I will—

—sigh… nah man I won’t do anything bc I’ve already run out of fuck to give.

Like really really really run out of fuck to give. My fuck-o-meter is at its lowest point now.

I’d prob read the complaint/rant, breathe out some air from my lungs through my nose in less than a second duration (to show the world how fucking amused I am by the totally not-boring and not-repetitive words of complaint), then move on with my life.

It’s not like you complainers pay my internet bills. 

Why should I give a fuck about your bitching anyway? If u don’t like it then don’t read it lelelelelelelelelelel (motherfucking block me bruh)

 

 

Notes:

- I’m going to refer the person who wrote the blog’s content as OP (Original Poster) – also OP is Korean, means OP’s native language is Korean, means OP knows shit about his/her language.

- OP put a disclaimer on her post, because it’s just a mere fan’s analysis after all, like I’ve stated above. DON’T FORGET THIS YOU COMPLAIN-FUCK-ER.

- The key points that you need to pay attention on the video are: Jongin’s mouth and Suho’s [pissed off] expression.

- Also my engriseu is not always on point – so do pardon me for any errors. Not all people speak/write like Queen Elizabeth II of UK.

- And for the people who don’t know; 자기야 (‘jagiya’ | ‘chagiya’, but since ‘cha’ sounds similar with ‘ja’, people use ‘jagiya’ as the romanization version of it) means darling/honey/sweetheart that you can use it to your boyfriend/girlfriend – and the shortened term of it is 자기‘jagi’ (google translate this shit if u don’t believe me)

Let’s watch the video.

This is kfans analysis;

The words below are NOT the exact translation of the analysis on the picture.

The picture (statement) above was the original analysis.

This is basically what OP said;

“We can see Jongin’s lips formed, like he was saying ‘a-i’   – that means “kid” in Korean.

But if we look at the HD version of the video, there was a consonant too before the ‘a-i.’

1. jongin looked around before saying anything and covered his mouth to the audience

2. whatever jongin called kyungsoo, it’s something that only kyungsoo knows he calls him like a nickname or based on the mouth, in korean language, it can only be one word - jagi.

3. junmyeon’s reaction is enough to raise suspicion and why he glared at jongin only AFTER he said the word, but not before.”

 

Let’s elaborate some shit.

1— In the beginning of the video Jongin was looking around before he turned to face Kyungsoo.

Then he lifted up his right hand to cover his mouth. His hand indicates he was creating a personal space. He was being secretive, he didn’t want the crowd’s gaze “invade” him.

Then he said something, and Kyungsoo turned to face him.

It’s clear that he didn’t say “Kyungsoo” or “D.O” or “Hyung” if we look at his mouth.

So how did Kyungsoo know Jongin was calling him? 

Why Kyungsoo turned around to face Jongin?

Lay and PCY were standing on the same line (as Kyungsoo – Kyungsoo was standing between them), but they didn’t look at Jongin / didn’t respond to Jongin’s call.

With just one look and one word from Jongin, Kyungsoo immediately turned his head to face to Jongin.

The person who sent me this shit said something like this;

“It’s a bit odd that Kyungsoo immediately turned around. From what I’ve heard our subconscious mind will hear if we’re being called if we are already familiar with the name (nickname).”

It means whatever word Jongin was using to call Kyungsoo at that time has been used for a long time. In other words Kyungsoo is used (already familiar) to be called with that name/nickname/word by Jongin.


2— Previously it has been stated by OP that Jongin’s mouth was forming the ‘a-i’ shape. OP also has stated that ‘a-i’ mouth-shaped means Jongin was saying “kid”.

In Korean language, if you want to get kid’s attention, you don’t say ‘a-i’ to call them. 

You would say ‘ae-ya’ instead bc ‘a-i’ is only being used to describe “kid”

아이‘a-i’ is a noun and it means “kid”.  

That word is only used to describe a kid, like “this is a dog” kinda shit. Not to call them. Do you call your dog; “dog”? No. Because that’s a lame ass name and it shows how uncreative you are as a pet owner

Also on the other hand, without this ‘a-i’ vs ‘ae-ya’ thingy, this shit is already suspicious enough bc;

Why on earth Jongin called Kyungsoo as kid? Kyung is older than him.

So the possibility of Jongin called Kyungsoo as “kid” (‘a-i’) is zero (due to the reasons that have been stated above).

Thus it means Jongin did call Kyungsoo as something else, and it’s not ‘a-i’ but a word that includes ‘a-i’ vowels and a consonant word.

According to OP, the consonant is ‘J’ [ㅈ]. Why? It’s like this… Jongin only said a word with two syllables, right? ‘???’ consonant + ‘a-i’ vowels

Apparently according to OP the only (2 syllables) word that exists in Korean language that’s able to use this combination (‘???’ consonant + ‘a-i’ vowels) is only jagi. Therefore why OP said the consonant is ‘J’.

Obviously idk shit about korean language, but im gonna trust OP’s explanation about this Korean consonant/vowels/syllable thingy.

3— Now let’s talk about Suho’s expression.

Suho stuttered when he said the introduction (9 – 11 secs)

“Our members will…” he turned around during this part and saw Jongin facing Kyungsoo’s direction (he was still smiling).

“Introdu-” this is when Jongin said something to call Kyungsoo, look at Suho’s face.

“-ce ourselves now…” Suho moved down his mic and looked back at the translator (according to people who have attended the concert the translator would often stand not too far away from them)

Then he looked at Jongin and Kyungsoo. His face looked displeased. He looked pissed off imo.

Why would his expression turned weird when he saw Jongin called Kyungsoo, and why he checked on the translator after Jongin called Kyungsoo?

This means Jongin did say something that shouldn’t be said on stage. If it was regular/harmless nickname Suho wouldn’t react this way.

I conclude this yeh, Jongin did call Kyungsoo jagi. But im crazy so….lel

Also, when KADI leaned towards each other to whisper, Suho looked at the crowd – look at his expression, he looked concerned/worried. 

Imo he was looking for cameras, fans always bring that long-big ass camera to the concert to get HD picts / fancams of their idols. But why?


Ah, another thing, OP also stated something like this (if it isn’t written on the screenshot, then just open the link to see OP’s statement – it’s in Korean tho, obviously, duh).

“My sister who works in media and went to Exo’s concert said that she finds it peculiar…

When Kaisoo would whsiper, Jongin would be mindful of the mic, and they always turn off their hand mics, and they push away face mics.

Other members don’t do that. That’s why when they’re doing ments, you can sometimes hear what the other members are saying.

At that time, everyone was arguing it wasn’t jagi but tbh I thought it is.

Everyone was arguing it wasn’t, all international fans (the majority of international fans said it wasn’t), so I just kept quiet. I think this is the same for all translators too.”

 

If y’all gonna bitch about this post – go ahead man, fucking do it. DO IT. 

super || jeon jungkook

summary: 

how were you supposed to know that your worst enemy was your roommate all along? 

alien!jungkook, superhero!jungkook, alien!reader, supergirl!reader

a/n: this is relieving my tension from the latest supergirl episode literally am dying. also i saw this prompt somewhere where it was like if u were a hero and ur roommate was a villain and the two of you always fought but u never knew lived with each other so ahhh this is my relief

The impact of the blow sent you hurdling through the twentieth story window. 

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The hearts of the kingdoms- Jeffmads-chapter two

Chapter one


James was running, panting as those hounds of darkness howled behind him, right at his heels. He felt betrayed, yet he couldn’t recall why. Tears were streaming down his face and he had one goal, warn the kingdom. He swung onto the horse, trying to figure out why the darkness would be after him. Darkness bowed to Thomas and Thomas would never attack him. Dream James didn’t seem to care as he snapped the reins and took off into the forest, branches reaching for him as he ducked his head. Then there was a flash of pure darkness and Thomas was in front of him. James expected to be happy, yet fear washed over him as dream Thomas unsheathed his blade, smirking slightly. “It’s a shame really-” 

James sat up in bed, panting, his eyes switching over to Thomas, curled up on the couch. He hadn’t felt like he needed to be close to someone in a while but he felt a craving for him, just to be held by him. He knew what that meant, but he pushed it away, they would deal with the subject of the soulmate bond later. Instead he closed his eyes, trying to remember how to summon the elements, he would work on controlling light later, a small ball of water appearing in his hand. He tossed it on Thomas who woke up with a start, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, you’re so going down.” Thomas teased and suddenly there was a wave of water crashing over James, drenching him. James tossed his arms out and warm air dried him off before vines wrapped around Thomas’ body, Thomas laughing. “Usually when I tie people up, I do it with my shadows.”

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Costumes (Smut)

First smut ever…. Honestly I didn’t know I could be this dirty until I wrote this and now I feel the need to bathe in holy water. >< I know it’s not Halloween, but the whole leather jacket business that’s been going around got the best of me and I got inspired! I felt a little weird writing this cause it’s something I’ve never done so it would be awesome if you guys could let me know whether you like it or whether it’s a dud. Also, sorry if there’s any mistakes. I’m hurriedly trying to finish it up seeing as I was supposed to be sleeping an hour and a half ago…. Inspiration was drawn from picture one. (NONE OF THESE ARE MY PICTURES!!) The gloves are from the Skool Luv Affair pictures! Anyway, as usual I hope everyone enjoys it!

WARNING: SMUT. SHAMELESS, SHAMELESS SMUT

              It was Halloween; so of course, you were at a party chalk full of idols. Smoothing the front of your baseball player costume, knowing that it wouldn’t help it seem longer, you mingled amongst a sea of bunnies, jokers, and snow white’s. This wasn’t exactly your favourite way to spend Halloween. Personally, you’d much rather be curled up on the couch watching some stupid horror movie and stuffing your face with candy. However, you’re lovely boyfriend who was currently dressed as a rather dapper skeleton had convinced you otherwise. Frowning, you looked down at what you wore. Seeing as he asked you no more than a day before the party was to happen, you were left with slim pickings when it came to costumes. You had tried your best to pick the least skimpy one, but even so, you felt exposed. The material of the baseball shirt brushed just past your butt, while your legs adorned baseball socks. To top it off you wore a red baseball cap backwards on your head. It wasn’t exactly the most conservative outfit, but you did the best you could with what you had. Glancing to your left, you watched as Yoongi spoke animatedly, skeleton makeup drawn so convincingly that it mesmerized you. His glove clad hand rested against the flat of your back as he spoke. Boredom was inevitable though as you grew tired of being the wallflower of the group. Stretching your hand to feel the smooth material of the shoulder of his black suit, you leaned upwards to speak into his ear.

               “I’m gonna go get a drink.” His head turned to you, hair sticking up in various directions, the blonde blending perfectly with the black and white smeared across his face.

               “Do you want me to come?” He asked devotedly.

               “That’s okay; I’ll be alright on my own.” You smiled at him and detached yourself from his side.

               Pushing your way past bodies, you walked toward the bar asking for a screwdriver politely. Music thumped around you though no one really danced, all too caught up in each other to care. Silently, you wished you could just go. Yoongi was an amazing boyfriend and you loved him, but sometimes his world was too much, especially when you didn’t know hardly anyone from it. Sighing lethargically you decided it was best to just stick with him while he had his fun and rose on your tippy toes to search for his blonde head.

               “Y/N?”

               Falling to the flats of your feet, you cast your head to the side to see Zico from Block B. When BTS collaborated with them for the MAMA awards, you had come to know some of Block B’s members, Zico being one of them. With all the time you spent hanging out in practice rooms, you were bound to connect with other groups eventually.

               “Zico!” You exclaimed, flashing him a bright toothy grin. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

               Scratching the back of his blond head, he chuckled. “It has been a while hasn’t it?”

               “Honestly, it’s nice to see a friendly face.” You admitted. “Especially in here.”

               His features furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t BTS here? Or Yoongi?”

               “Oh, they are! But they’re busy mingling so I’m really just here as a decoration I suppose.” You joked, knowing fully that Suga wasn’t the type to just use you for a front.

               “Well you make a rather nice one if it’s any consolation.” He eyed you comically up and down and your cheeks flared up in embarrassment.

               “Ah, don’t say that!” Your hands came up to touch your cheeks, feeling the heat of your blush seeping through your pores. “It was all I could find besides cat woman and a fire fighter!”

               “Cat woman?” He laughed, lips forming an ‘o’ to let out a playful wolf whistle.

               “Zico!” Smacking his arm, you couldn’t help but feel lighter and more at ease at the comfort of talking with a friend.

               “I’m only joking.” He managed between giggles. Reaching onto the bar to grab a drink that the bartender had passed to him, he looked at you inquisitively before asking, “Well, if Yoongi is being a poor conversationalist then, do you want to come with me? The rest of the guys are just over there and I’ll introduce you to some people too if you want?”

               “Well…” Your eyes flicked to where you knew Yoongi was, contemplating your options. Despite his teasing, you knew Zico, nor any other member of Block B, would try anything with you and that you’d be okay with them. As you thought, the idea of hanging off Yoongi for the remainder of the night seemed less and less appealing as Zico waited for an answer. “Why not?”

               “That’s the spirit!” Zico nodded before leading the way.



               Though you probably shouldn’t admit it, hanging out with Block B was proving much more fun as the night began to tick by. You drank and laughed, enjoying yourself amidst a pool of people. Conversation came effortlessly as Zico was making it easy for you to join in with everyone. P.O took you being there as an advantage to tease his older members, claiming that he was just trying to make you laugh and that it wasn’t at all true (but everyone knew it was at least a little bit true.) Over all, you had a good time catching up with everyone, talking about the Bastarz release and swapping stories. There were people whom you didn’t know who had joined your circle of fun, friends of Block B you presumed. A particularly slimy one had managed to weasel his way beside you. Not wanting to come off as rude, you spoke politely with him. You knew that he was attempting to flirt with you, but you brushed it off, inching more toward Kyung who would exclaim things like ‘wow, you really must like me tonight, Y/N” or “do I look really good today or something?” Each time you would simply glare while the others snickered because they all knew why you were really nuzzling toward Kyung’s side. However, you weren’t about to let it spoil your fun. Though in the end, you didn’t have to.

               Out of nowhere, Yoongi came strutting up to you, pushing between you and Kyung. His hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his side, holding you in a death grip while his eyes remained transfixed on Kyung. “Sunbae. How are you?”

               After the initial shock of Yoongi’s dramatic entrance, you could see Kyungs lower lip quiver as he tried to hold back a bout of laughter. “I’m good, and you?”

               “Great.” Yoongi replied coldly before swiveling his head toward P.O, U-Kwon and B-Bomb. “Congrats on Bastarz by the way. If you’ll excuse us, I have to go find my manager.”

               Everyone nodded, while Kyung held his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing and making the situation worse. Just like that, he whisked you away. His hand left your side to capture your wrist in an iron grip. Leading you into a corner, he snapped you around him so that your back was to the wall, lights dancing behind his head. He looked down at you with a fiery gaze, makeup only making him look even more menacing. “Well?”

               “Well what?” You asked, flustered at the turn of events.

               “Why were you so close to him?” He sucked in a breath as though trying to keep his cool.

               “It’s not what it looked like, Yoongi.” You sighed, lifting your cap to run a hand through your hair. “The guy on the other side of me kept trying to get close to me so I was only sticking to Kyung to get away from him.”

               You could see relief flash in his eyes, but they still bore into yours anyway, something still lingering behind them. “Just walk away, Y/N. When you look like that—“He motioned towards your costume before continuing on, “they all stare and try things even if they are your friend.”

               “Are you seriously criticizing what I’m wearing right now?” You scoffed.

               “Yeah actually,” He replied, “I am.”

               “I didn’t even want to come, Yoongi!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “What did you expect me to do on such short notice? Wear a full body suit? I told you this was the best the store had!”

               “You could’ve just gotten cat ears like every other girl here.”

               You took a breath through your nose. “Yoongi. I did my best. You asked me to come so I came.”

               “I know.” His fingers carded through his hair. The anger seemed to have subsided a little and he wasn’t glaring at you anymore, sense coming back to him. “Why did you even go anyway? I had no idea where you were.”

               “Sorry, if I didn’t want to listen to you talk for hours while I did nothing.” You spat. Hurt flashed across his face and you immediately regretted letting the irritation get the better of you. Mood dropping, he turned away from you. Panicking, you reached out to grab his hand. “Yoongi, wait. I didn’t mean—“

               “Let’s just go.” He muttered, ripping his arm from yours.



               The way home was nearly unbearable. There was nothing but distance between you and yet you felt as though you were suffocating in the tense silence. His hand rested on the leather of the middle seat, curled in upon itself. Taking a leap of faith, you stretched your arm out, placing your hand gingerly on top of his. Your attempt at reconciliation failed as he ripped his hand away, stuffing it in his front pocket. Guilt welled inside you, only increasing when you flicked your eyes up to see Yoongi’s Manager, who got stuck in the middle of this because neither of you could drive. His eyes caught yours in the rear-view mirror and he quickly cut off eye contact, obviously having seen your attempt. He cleared his throat while his cheeks turned a tinge of pink. You looked desperately toward Yoongi, hoping he might look at you since his manager made a noise. But that was not the case. He sat stonily, staring out the window at the passing street lights with a icy look plastered on his face.

               You knew you were in for it. Yoongi was the type of man who voiced how he felt if something was bothering him, thinking it’s best to just get things out in the open. That, you could handle. When he was mute was when you would begin to get scared. The worst fights always came when he refused to speak with you, too angry or hurt to even look your way. More than anything, you wanted to avoid a fight so you tried again, “Yoongi—“

               “We’re here.” He quickly cut off, climbing out of the vehicle as soon it began to slow to a stop and slamming the door behind him. The sound made you flinch, moving your trembling hands to the door handle and pushing it open. The sound of his voice, calm and normal as he spoke to his manager caused your heart to clench in your chest. He made no effort to divert from the fact that he was obviously just not speaking to you, pointedly. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

               Closing the door softly behind you, you stalked behind Suga dejectedly as he made his way through the lobby of the dorm to reach the elevator. The metal doors slid closed and you made a mental note of how he chose to stand on the complete opposite side of the elevator. Guilt was beginning to consume you and you knew you were wrong. You knew that you should’ve stayed with Yoongi, but you chose to do otherwise anyway. If anything, you should’ve told him where you were at least so he didn’t have to worry.

               “Babe,” you started, knowing he liked it when you called him that. “I’m sorry, okay? I was wrong. Maybe not for the costume, but I shouldn’t have gone off like that.” All you were met with was silence. “Also, I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was just frustrated and angry and I didn’t mean it all.” Your apology hung in the air, Yoongi staring at his feet. “Oppa—“

               His suit brushed against you as he walked past where you stood, exiting the elevator as soon as the doors opened. You hung your head low, trailing behind him once again as he pulled his keys out of his pocket, shoving them into the lock. Entering the dorm, he left the door open for you, which you took as a slice of hope. Closing the door softly behind you, you went to the couch and perched yourself upon the edge, watching as Yoongi shed his blazer, holding it so hard in his hand that his knuckles began to change from a healthy shade of peach to a blanched white. Leaving you alone, he went to his room, dropping his wallet on the coffee table on the way. You breathed out a shaky breath, wishing you had just said no to this whole thing so that this fight never would’ve happened. You heard the tap in the bathroom turn on, no doubt he was washing the caked makeup off his face. Stretching your neck, you peered into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the time on the stove. 11:14… at least it’s still early, you commented to yourself. Thankfully, the two of you had left much earlier than you usually would, which meant you had a chance to hash this all out before the rest of the boys came home and effectively avoiding an imminent awkwardness.

               Sauntering back into the living room, you couldn’t help but notice how Yoongi’s sweats hung temptingly low on his hips. The black, loose, tank top that he had changed into displayed his sharp collarbones perfectly for you, which he knew you loved. His hair was pushed back into his cap which he wore backwards, blond peeking out where the material didn’t cover, driving you crazy. Plopping down on the opposite end of the couch, he pulled out his phone, making you sigh.

               “Yoongi, I’m seriously really sorry. I’m trying here so can you please just talk to me?” You had to admit your voice sounded frantic even to you. But still, he refused to even look at you, scrolling through some app on his phone and slouching further into the cushions of the couch. Irritation began to slither inside you, frustrated with how he was acting. “Seriously, Yoongi? I’m trying to apologize and you’re really just gonna ignore me like this? We finally have a night to ourselves and this is how you’re going to be?” This time you got something out of him. Still not meeting your eyes, he merely shrugged indifferently, irking you further. “Fine, I guess I’ll just leave then if you’re gonna be like this.”

               Your words did nothing to rouse him, so you stood up and thumped towards his room. Knowing some of your clothes were in his dresser, you figured it’d be best to change; not wanting to walk around at night in the costume you wore. Thrusting open the door, you stormed into his room, fully annoyed at this point. Yoongi knew how to push your buttons, as he was effectively doing so tonight. Rifling through the drawer you could help but mutter stupid insults under your breath, though you didn’t mean them. To think, you scoffed to yourself, furiously unbuttoning the baseball shirt, I even wore a matching set for him. You threw the shirt across the room, nearly tripping when you tried to take off the socks as fast as you could. He had a right to be mad, you knew this. But to ignore you this much; wasn’t that going overboard? You really just wanted everything to be alright, but you didn’t know how to deal with him when he was being like this. As you flung the cap you wore on the bed, your eye caught a glimpse of a black gristly fabric handing off the post of his bed and you stumbled across a thought. Smirking at your plan, your inner voice rang in your head as you though triumphantly, fine, if he won’t pay attention, I’ll make him.

               You stood in your matching set of underwear, thanking the stars that you wore something a bit more seductive tonight. White and black lace hugged your hips while your bra was matching with a small bow in the middle and a few frills at the curve of the cup. Lifting Suga’s precious leather jacket in your fingers, you slid your arms home, shrugging the jacket on. Pulling your hair out of the back of the coat, you did your best to fluff it, trying to make it a bit messy. You contemplated the look in the mirror for a second, slipping the coat off and shedding yourself of your bra before sliding the jacket back on. The leather was cool against your breasts, making your nipples perk and you bit your lip, deciding braless looked much better. The jacket covered most of your breasts, showing only the curve of the round mound and leaving just enough to the imagination. Scanning the room, you searched for some key accessories you wanted to make this work. Eventually you found what you were looking for and slipped a couple chains over your head. You eyed yourself, admiring how the gold trinkets fell to land perfectly in the valley of your breasts, only making them look larger. Sliding on a pair of leather gloves that Yoongi still had from their Skool Luv Affair promotions, you wiggled your fingers through the holes, the fabric exposing two thirds of your fingers while covering the palm of your hand. Applying some of Yoongi’s Chap Stick, you took one last look in the mirror before smiling at yourself, confidence practically exuding from you. You looked somewhere between a gang member and an exhibitionist, which was exactly what you wanted. If this didn’t get his attention, you weren’t sure what would.

               Bare feet padded across the floor as you left his room, traveling slowly down the hall way. You remained slightly out of sight, cooing lowly, “Yoongi.”

               Peering into the living area, he remained still on the couch, phone clutched in his hand and not even sparing you a glance. Sighing, you walked slowly towards him, dragging your feet a little. You reached the edge of the couch and stood right in front of him, though he made no movement to look up, preoccupied with the glowing screen in front of his face. Sliding one knee up, you rested your leg close to his own, feeling the soft fabric of his sweats flutter across your leg and plucking his phone out of his hand to throw it to the side. You placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into the cushions.

               “Y/N, what are you doing—“ His words were cut short as you leaned forwards and placed a hand under his chin, forcing his head to swivel towards you. His eyes gaped at the sight of you. Orbs raked up and down your body as his mouth hung slightly open. His gaze felt like fire and you felt anticipation build up inside you as his hand brushed along your thigh to rest just above your knee cap.  “Is that my…?” his voice trailed off and you simply nodded, a grin spreading across your lips. He gulped, muttering, “Shit.”

               “You know Oppa, its still Halloween. But more importantly, I think you forgot something.” you said innocently, despite your current look. You let go of his shoulder, running your hands down his chest as you lowered yourself to your knees. Reveling in the shocked look on his face, you rested your hands on his knees before stroking up and down his thighs. Applying pressure with your nails, you moved deliberately slow, sure to never get too close to his already growing bulge but close enough to make him take his lip in between his teeth. Taking his hand from its place by his side, you brought it to your lips. Kissing the tips of his fingers, you took his index finger into your mouth, watching him mischievously as you swirled your tongue around it. Releasing his finger from your mouth, you purposely sucked before removing it completely. Observing Yoongi, you could see a battle waging behind his eyes as his features were hazy with lust but his free hand was clenched in a tight fist. Lost between remaining angry and giving in to you, you rested the temple of your head on his knee, watching as his resolve faltered as you rubbed circles up his opposite leg. Knowing how close you were to winning, you spoke in a sultry tone, “I really hate being ignored.”

               He stared down at you as licked your lips subtly and removed your hand from his leg, to run over your breasts. You knew you had him as he quirked his head to the side, getting a better look at you touching your own body and exhaling, “fuck.”

               “But, Oppa.” you sighed theatrically, noting how he clenched his jaw at your use of a pet name while leaning back to sit on your calves. “You won’t accept my apology, so I guess I should just go—“

               “No.” Yoongi’s voice rasped, coated with hunger. “I’m sorry, I accept you’re apology.”

               “Is that so?” You replied with mock shock, pushing open his legs so you sat just in front of where he wanted you most. Running your fingers up his legs once again, coming to a stop at the band of his pants and slipping your hands under his shirt. Ghosting your fingers over his milky skin, you slide one hand out to run a feather light touch over his throbbing muscle. “Are you sure, babe? You were pretty angry.”

               Mumbling curse words under his breath as you squeezed him lightly through his pants, he replied breathily, “Yes Y/N, I’m positive.”

               “Good.” You smirked, taking hold of his sweats and tugging them. He leant upwards to allow you to slip them down his legs. You could feel heat grow between your legs at the sight of his penis straining against his boxers just for you. Palming him, you felt your stomach flip as he gasped, clenching his muscles. Hooking a finger under the band of his boxers, you skimmed your finger along his skin before pulling them down, following the same movements as before. Your eyes widened a little at his member standing at attention, begging to be touched. Scooting forward a little, you positioned your mouth above him, blowing out a cool stream of air, causing him to grunt above you. Digging your nails into the skin of his thighs, you raked your hands down his legs once more and licked a strip up his cock.

               “Jesus,” he groaned above you in frustration. “Stop being such a tease, Y/N.”

               Instead of replying, you rose from your knees, leaning in to brush your lips against his. He dove forward hastily, snaking his tongue into your mouth in an attempt to take control. Failure was the only thing that came of his mission as you took his member into your hand and pumped roughly a couple of times. He groaned gravelly into your kiss. Breaking  away from his lips, you sank to your knees once again. Darting your tongue out to swipe along his head, you tasted his precum  on your tongue before taking his fully into your mouth. Yoongi’s head rolled back as he threaded his fingers through your hair. Hollowing out your cheeks, you began to bob your head, urged on by every peep he made from your movements. One of your hands travelled down his chest tugging on the end of his shirt. Taking the hint, Yoongi lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly across the room. The heat in your core heightened at the sight of his slim figure as you ran a free hand along his chest, loving the way he hissed when you raked your nails down his skin which was sure to leave a mark. Your other hand trailed over his inner thigh before reaching in between his legs to cup his balls, only aiding you in your blow job. His moaning grew fervent and you knew he was getting close as his grip on your hair tightened, causing a pleasurable pain as he helped to guide your head.

               You removed your lips from him with a pop and rose as his eyes snapped forward to glare at you for denying him climax. Placing your knees on either side of him, you straddled his hips, grabbing his hands and placing them on your thighs before guiding them up your body. Letting his hands roam free, he skirted them up to your chest, swiping his thumb over your nub and this time it was your turn to groan. Once again, Yoongi bit down on his lip as his hand left your breast to touch the familiar material of his jacket, divulging his thoughts, “God, you look so hot in this.”

               You smirked and captured his lips with your own in a heated kiss. Lips mashed together as you pushed the hat off his head. Carding your hands through his hair, you gave his locks a light tug, eliciting a grunt. His tongue danced with your own, twirling around yours in a messy fight for dominance. Grinding down on him, he broke away from your lips, the feeling of your center on his cock making him bury his face in your neck. Tugging on his hair, you brought his head away from the crook of your neck as your eyes traveled past his face to see his collarbones, glistening in the dim light with sweat. Bending down, you attached your lips to his collarbone, tasting the salty beads of sweat that had accumulated there. Nipping and sucking harshly, Yoongi tried to nudge you away.

               “Yah.” He gave a weak protest through heavy pants. “Don’t leave a mark.”

               You knew the rules all too well, but frankly you didn’t care. You wanted to mark him as yours, no matter if he would have to wear makeup and collared shirts for a while. Fans could cry all they wanted; right now you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care. Grinding a circle into him, you effectively (and selfishly) shut him up. When you were finally satisfied with the red welt, stark against his pale skin, you moved your lips to the other side to create a matching one. Suga whimpered under you, putty in your touch. Wetness pooled in between your legs at this switch; normally it was you who succumbed to him, not the other way around. Pushing your luck, you nipped at his neck, knowing that if the collarbones were off limits, then the neck was definitely not allowed. Yoongi grunted at the touch of your lips hitting his sweet spot, but he quickly came to his senses, planning his own counter move,

               Calloused fingers snaked down to rub circles into your inner thigh, inching closer to your core. His middle finger pressed down into your clothed clit, drawing a figure eight. He succeeded this time as you whimpered into his ear before resting your head on his shoulder. High pitched whines escaped your lips as his fingers flicked your underwear to the side. Delving a finger into you, you gripped his shoulders and leaned away from him, throwing your head back in pleasure. He took this as an invitation and simultaneously wound his free arm around your waist to pull you flush against him and added another finger into your opening. You cried out as his plump lips sucked on your neck; payback for what you had done to him, though you suspected that you hadn’t been quite this relentless. Growing annoyed with the necklaces, he pulled away, lifting the chains over your head and throwing them to the floor. Not even flinching when the metal clanged against the floor, he reattached himself to you, humming at the better access to the crook of your neck. His nimble fingers curled inside you, brushing against your walls and finding your spot causing you to let a shrill cry of his name slip from your lips. You could feel his mouth turn upwards on your neck devilishly before going back to the task at hand while you clutched his head. Your stomach was growing tighter as your walls contracted around his fingers when he slipped them out without any warning, denying you just as you had denied him. You watched through hooded eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking your traces away. Wanting relief, you ground your hips down once again causing him to moan. He kissed you passionately as his hands traveled to the hem of your underwear and his grip tightened on them, moving before you realized what he was doing.

               “Yoongi!” You exclaimed, looking down at your now torn panties, hanging from his finger. “I hope you know that you now owe me a new pair!”

               “I’ll buy you a whole store, Y/N.” He replied impatiently, sliding his tip against your clit.

               Letting out a shaky breath, you whispered, “condom?”

               “Wallet.” He answered curtly.

               Glancing around, you spotted his wallet on the coffee table just behind you, left where he had discarded it when the two of you had arrived. Stretching back, you snatched it off the wooden piece of furniture, opening it to see a shiny silver packet slipped into the money slot. Taking it out you chucked the wallet to the end of the couch where his phone lay. Hastily, you ripped the packaging open, throwing the wrapper over your shoulder. Taking his member in your hand, you slowly rolled the condom down his length before aligning yourself. The heat from the jacket was beginning to make you uncomfortable, so you moved to take it off only to have Yoongi clutch the collar. “No.”

               “But Yoongi, I’m hot.” You complained.

               His hands slipped underneath the jacket, pushing it lightly to the side so one breast was fully exposed. Taking your nipple into his mouth, you griped as he swirled his tongue around the bud. Leaning away, his mouth left your breast, blowing out a cool stream of air on the sensitive skin before pulling you down to meet his lips. His plump lips melded against yours before tracing up to your ear. Sucking on the lobe, his hand folded over your sides, moving to clutch your hips. Sinking you down on his length, he rumbled roughly into your ear, “You started this, Y/N. You have to finish it.”

               Hips snapped up to meet yours, making you cry out. Eyes caught yours in a longing filled gaze, before he demanded, “Ride me.”

              Stomach overturning at his request, you complied. You slid up and down on his length slowly building a steady pace. Yoongi grunted and groaned beneath you, eyes fluttering shut as his hand groped your body, searching for leverage. Finally settling for the curve of your waist, he guided you, though you didn’t really need the help. Comfortable with the pace, you made sensual circles with your hips causing Yoongi to make a sound like a breathy cry of ecstasy. Eyelids opened as he watched you bounce on top of him, particularly fascinated with the way your breasts bounced under his coat. Your pace seemed to lack for Yoongi, as he gripped your waist, trying to get you to ground down harder onto him. Sensing this, you smirked and slowed your pace just to frustrate him further, going back to your teasing self. Whining in protest, he couldn’t take the pain of going so slow and gathered you in his arms. Rising to stand with him still buried inside you, he walked to the table and set you down upon the surface, pushing a chair aside to make room for his self. Pushing you back so that your back met the surface of the table, he leant down to peck you once on the lips before hooking your legs around his waist and snapping his hips into yours. His thrusts were deep and sharp, filling you to the brim. With each thrust you cried out, unable to stop yourself from arching your back, reaching out to clutch his shoulders. His movements were so heavy that you felt yourself sliding on the table. Fingers gripped your hips so hard that you were sure they would leave little bruises all about. Wanting more, he placed an arm on either side of your head and rested on his forearms. Shoulders bumped against his arms with every thrust and you moaned as the change of position allowed him to plow into you, rocking the table so hard you were sure it was going to break. The coil inside you began to tighten as you pulled him down, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard. His thrust started to become sloppy as he panted and made guttural noises into your mouth, getting close to his end. Reaching around him, you clutched his back, sinking in your nails, only spurring him on as he pumped harder into you. Realizing he was getting close, he moved a hand in between the two of you, swirling his finger around your clit to heighten your pleasure. Your vision began to blur as you whimpered, stars forming when you closed your eyes. Climax washed over you like a tidal wave, your walls milking Yoongi for all he was worth. Your body felt light and airy as pleasure wracked through your entire being. Satisfied with the way your eyes were glazed over, he led you through the aftershocks while taking care of his own end. A flurry of your name mixed with various curses jumbled out of his lips as his hips stuttered against yours. Riding out his orgasm, he sucked on your neck once again, groaning into your neck as he tainted your skin. Going limp inside of you, he kissed along your jaw and pulled out.

               The loss of contact left you feeling hollow as he rolled the condom off, tying the top to keep his seed from spilling out. Sitting up, your legs hung limp over the table as you shrugged the jacket off, relieved to finally be rid of it. You attempted to jump down from your perch, but as soon as the soles of your feet made contact with the cold wooden floor, your legs crumpled under you. Yoongi caught you, chuckling deeply. “Sorry, Jagi. I think I might’ve been a little too rough.”

               “You think?” You asked sarcastically, making a shit eating grin hover on his lips.

               Lifting you back up to sit on the edge of the kitchen table, he pecked your forehead. Gathering up the clothes around the room, he called out to you sweetly, “Just wait here and I’ll grab some clothes.”

               Swinging your feet, you waited patiently for his return, your fight long forgotten. Sniffing the air, your scrunched your nose, the smell of sex lingering. Yoongi reappeared, a new pair of boxers slung on his hips, walking towards you with a content smile on his lips and one of his shirts in hand. Handing you the shirt and a pair of panties you had stored in the drawer he paused in between your legs. He slid the underwear up your legs and plopped the shirt over your head. Kissing you tenderly, he turned around to finish cleaning up, making it look and smell as though nothing had happened. Finally finishing, he strode up to you and turned around.

               “What..?” You asked confused as to why he was standing the opposite way from you.

               “Get on.” He motioned for you to climb on his back. You heart swelled at his affection, surprised at how he was acting seeing as he almost never did things like this.

               Clambering onto his back, he hooked his hands under your thighs, bouncing you higher on his back causing you to wince. Settling into position, you slung your arms over his shoulders and kissed his neck, your smile never fading from your lips. Halfway down the hallway, he pretended to drop you, making you scream while he laughed loudly, mocking your scream. You giggled along with him, incandescently happy. Opening the door to his room, he flopped you down onto the bed, closing the door with his heel. Sliding under the covers, he cuddled up to you and slung an arm over your waist, entangling your legs. The earlier fight flashed through your mind as he melded into you.

               “I really am sorry for what happened, Yoongi.”

               “Don’t worry about it, Jagi.” He replied, pressing his lips against your forehead and rubbing your back reassuringly. You felt your body begin to lull, drawn closer and closer to sleep and Yoongi’s massaging seemed hypnotic. Your eyes fluttered closed and just before you were on the precipice of sleep, Yoongi’s voice cut through the air. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at that jacket again without getting a boner.”

               Peering over your shoulder you saw his favourite leather coat slung over the post of his bed in the precise place you found it, sending you into a fit of laughter which he could only join in on.



               Sunlight hit your eyelids, rousing you from sleep. Feeling around, you grimaced when you found an empty spot beside you instead of your boyfriend. Stretching your limbs, you sighed as you felt a soreness setting into your body. You heard thumping coming from the general direction of the kitchen and decided it was probably best if you went and greeted everyone seeing as you had left early last night. Not to mention without them. Folding over the covers, you threw your legs over the edge of the bed. Rising to your feet you shuffled around the room searching for something to wear, eventually deciding on a pair of shorts that were in your designated drawer.

               Yawning, you closed the door to Yoongi’s room behind you and made your way to the open area of the dorm. Pulling your hair into a messy bun, you shuffled into the living room, nearly blushing at the remembrance of what had occurred last night. You smiled at Taehyung as you entered the room, who snickered behind his hand. Your brows furrowed with confusion as you glanced at Jungkook who looked up at you in awe. Brushing their odd behaviour off, you spotted your boyfriend who wore a loose shirt, sitting lazing on the loveseat and already lifting up the blanket on his lap to make room for you. Sitting beside him, you couldn’t help but exclaim when you saw purple dusting his skin dangerously close to his neck, “Oh my god! Did you see your neck?! You’re gonna get in so much shit.”

               Eyeing you with a smirk on his lips, he countered, “Have you seen yourself?”

               “Wha—“

               A whistle halted your words and you glanced to see Namjoon sauntering into the room. Smoothing a hand through his bed hair, he remarked “Yoongi really didn’t go easy on you last night, did he Y/N?”

               “What are you –“Flashes of Yoongi sucking on the skin of your neck came to you memory and you immediately slapped a hand to your exposed skin. You rushed to the mirror at the front door to the dorm, jaw dropping when you saw yourself. Thick purple was splotched all over your neck, mixed with tinges of red. Prodding them, you winced at how tender they felt.

               “Yoongi, you are so dead!” You called out, making everyone laugh loudly while Yoongi hid a proud smile behind the palm of his hand.

CLANDESTINE | Teacher! AU | Jimin X Reader | Smut | Part 6

Mature content ahead, sorry for any mistakes, and thanks for reading!

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

When Taehyung said his party was going to be huge, he meant it. The living room, and the garden, was filled with dancing and grinding bodies, every one of which had a cup of alcohol in hand. There was a group of guys smoking joints on the stairs, and there was a game of spin the bottle on the kitchen floor.
Giggling to yourself, you laid back on the couch. You had been dancing and drinking like everyone else, enjoying not thinking of your damn teacher for a little bit. But after you surpassed tipsy, you began getting a little too light-headed for dancing, so here you were, on the couch.
You sniggered away to yourself, laughing about everything and nothing all at the same time. It was undeniable that you were the typical giggly drunk, and you knew for a fact that the more intoxicated you got, the clingier you got, and, in most cases, the hornier you got.
So you had been having a great time while you were able to stand with ease, and then you were having a great time by yourself on the couch. But then he came into your head, then one with the big brown eyes, the smooth hair, the really good ass…
Damn! Why couldn’t Jimin leave you alone? You had thought being drunk would temporarily erase him from your mind, but clearly that was not the case. Folding your arms over, you scowled at the floor. Why was he even bothering to stay away from you? You were great? If you were a guy, you would totally have that.
These were the thoughts that swirled around your hazy mind. Alcohol and you weren’t the best of mixes, you had decided the last time you had been drunk.
Pulling out your phone, you fumbled across the keypad, trying to unlock your phone. When you finally succeeded, you went into your contacts, and there it was: Jimin’s number, which he had given you after your endeavours a few day ago.
Blinking in the harsh light of your phone screen, you began to send him messages.
You: U kno what?! imm havn a grett tIme @ tahyungg’s party.
It only took a moment of you staring at the sent message, before Jimin replied. Funny. It was almost as if he had been waiting for you to text him.
Jimin: Are you drunk?
You rolled your eyes at the message. Stupid Jimin, you thought, trying to keep me under control.
You: yee, i am actually. nd i am grETt, thnk u v muucch.
You paused for a moment, before following up the message with:
You: nd I’m veryyyy horni, so imma goo find tahyung, a=nd get w him.
To finish it off, you ended with a blunt:
You: have a go0d evvning, mr parkkk!
Smiling at your phone screen, you nodded your head. That’ll show him.
If you had not been so drunk, you obviously would not have done this, but in your intoxicated state, it was just so incredibly amusing.
Almost immediately, Jimin replied to your rather incoherent messages.
Jimin: Taehyung? The one who invited you to the party?
Jimin: Does, ‘get with him,’ mean what I think it does?
Jimin: Don’t go anywhere
You giggled at his responses. Apparently, it was not as hard to win him over as you  had thought. Originally, you hadn’t intended on getting off with Taehyung, but now Jimin was in your head; so there was an increasing wetness in between your thighs.
A harmless make out session wouldn’t hurt, you supposed.
On unsteady legs, you got up from the couch, and began looking for Taehyung. You made it look like you weren’t though. Never would you make yourself desperate.
Eventually you found him, talking to a girl in a tight tank top and shorts that barely even covered her ass. You frowned at the tiny shorts, and absentmindedly hoped she wouldn’t catch a cold. It was October, after all.
Turning away from the pair, you poured yourself another drink (which you did not intend on drinking). As you took a sip of the alcohol, you felt a hand roughly caress your ass, and an arm wrapped around your waist.
Spinning round - almost too quickly for your blurry mind to handle - you found yourself in the arms of Taehyung.
'Hello, beautiful,’ he smirked. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and his eyes were glazed over ever so slightly. 'Would you like to dance?’ Taehyung asked, his neck hot against your neck.
Smiling coyly, you nodded. He lead you back through to the living room, which was still filled with grinding bodies. As the thumping bass of the music surrounded you, Taehyung began moving his body against yours. His hips rolled over yours, and you bit your lip, following suit.
You pulled him down roughly, and he attacked your lips with his own. He was a good kisser, you had to admit, but this kiss was different to the one you had shared with Jimin a few days ago. This was sloppy and heated, but with Jimin it had been- damn! You shouldn’t be thinking about your English teacher when making out with a hot boy!
So you increased the intensity of the kiss, a small moan slipping past your lips when Taehyung roughly grabbed your ass.
But then all pleasure was ripped away from you, when you were roughly yanked away from Taehyung.
Your eyes flew open, and you found your path blocked from Taehyung. Staring at the back of the guy who pulled you away from your make out session, you scowled furiously. You were about to give him a piece of your mind, when he spoke.
His voice was low, furious, and very familiar to you. 'Don’t touch her. Ever,’ he growled at Taehyung.
Your jaw hung slack as you came to the realisation that it was Jimin currently staring Taehyung down.
Before you could question how the hell he had found you, or before you could even try to get back to Taehyung, you were being dragged from the house. You struggled under Jimin’s iron grip, protesting, saying you wouldn’t go.
When you reached the main door of the house, you dug your heels into the carpet. 'I’m not going,’ you announced, shaking your head.
Jimin’s head whipped round to face you, and he shook his head. 'This is not up for debate,’ he firmly told you, before sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you out of the house.
'Hey!’ you exclaimed, hitting him against the chest weakly (the alcohol had sapped your strength). 'What do you think you’re doing?’ you slurred, pouting in Jimin’s arms.
He didn’t look down at you as he carried you down the path, towards a car that you decided must be is. 'You’re drunk. This is for your own good.’
'Noooo it’s not,’ you whined, burying your face into his chest, tugging at his white shirt. 'I was about to get some action,’ you explained to Jimin, scowling and whimpering, 'You ruined it for me.’
Jimin set you down next to the car which was indeed his, and opened the door for you, motioning for you to get in. Stubbornly, you shook your head. 'I’m going back,’ you told him, attempting to make a beeline back, but he blocked your way.
'You’re not allowed to get any action whatsoever,’ Jimin growled, 'unless it’s from me.’
From the tone of his voice, it was clear that there was no way in hell that you were going to get back inside.
But it was worth a try.
Ducking under his arm, you tried to weave around him, but seeing as you were drunk, your mind was not in the condition to conduct that manoeuvre, so your movement was too slow.
Jimin simply threw you over his shoulder and sharply spanked your ass, promptly silencing the string of protests which had been falling from your mouth.
He set you down in the back seat of the car, and wrapped the jacket he had been wearing around your shoulders. Then he was closing the door, and climbing into the front seat of the car.
'Where are you taking me?’ you asked, yawning, the alcohol beginning to make you feel drowsy.
'I don’t suppose you want your parents seeing you in this state,’ Jimin stated, 'so you’re coming home with me.’
Pouting again, you laid down across the back seat. 'What if I said don’t want to?’ you questioned.
Jimin chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he began to drive. 'We both know you’d be lying.’
Mumbling, 'Bastard,’ you curled up on the backseat, yawning again.
The leather upholstery was surprisingly comfortable, and the car was so warm, Jimin’s jacket so soft, and the alcohol you had ingested so strong, that you couldn’t help but fall asleep - well, pass out would be the more appropriate word.
Your quiet snores were the only audible sound in the car, and Jimin simply sighed. To nobody in particular, he murmured, 'God, you’re a handful.’

Fugientibus-Part 15

Originally posted by nuestramejorhistoria

Characters: Y/n, Professor Snape, Harry

Pairing: Draco x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, sadness, Professor Snape being all sweet, character death!!

Word Count: 1372

Summary: Y/n loses the only person left. 

A/N: Ok, fifteenth part!! Only two more parts left!! The next part is gonna sorta follow the final battle in the movies. And then the last part is gonna be a flash-forward thingy. But it’s all coming to an end!! Hope u like it!!

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“Why am I here?”

The Professor ignored your question, walking around the office and into a small alcove, which was holding some sort of bowl.

You watched as he swirled the liquid around, staring into it as it glimmered, face blank, yet full of pain.

“Professor! Why did you bring me here?”

“I need you to do something for me, y/n. Something important”.

You scoffed, getting ready to leave, but he spoke before you could do anything.

“These people-they hate me, y/n. All of them. And rightfully so. I’ve betrayed. I’ve killed. I’ve hurt. I’ve done it all. But I need you to show them all something. Something that people need to see. I need you to do this one thing for me”.

You watched in silence as he put his wand to his temple, before pulling out a strand of silver from his head, bottling it up.

“W-what is that?”

The Professor grabbed your hand, placing the vial into it and holding them closed.

“Y/n, whatever you do, you need to give this to him. Give this to Harry”.

You stumbled with your words, trying to say something, but too confused to produce a cohesive sentence.

“Do you trust me, y/n?”

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Hyungwon scenario requested by ghvvstly
Word count: 835
Genre: Fluff
Author’s note: I hope you find this enjoyable! It’s my first time writing a Hyungwon-centered piece so I hope it turns out well. I tried to make this short and sweet.

Sundays were always spent with each other.
It was an unspoken rule between the two of you and Hyungwon would always show up at your door half at past ten, usually dressed in baggy sweats with his hair unstyled. At this time, your sheets would have just finished drying from the night before, and you would fluff them out together. The smell of flowery softener would waft through the room and you would end up wrapped in fresh sheets with the cool plastic of game controllers grasped in your palm. Today was just like the rest, with your legs folded underneath you, and your fingers smashing buttons in combos. Hyungwon always choose Sub-Zero and you always chose Kitana to square off against your other half in Mortal Kombat. You had a tendency to lose, but no matter how many times you were defeated, you refused to acknowledge it. Hyungwon always would this quite funny and cute, but you would never hear him say it aloud. Down, back twice. You thought to yourself, moving your fingers as fast as you could to execute a Rising Fan move. Blocked. A scoff escaped your lips, your muscles tensing as you rejected the option of giving in. Down, forward. Blocked. Back, forward, forward, forward. Blocked. How is he so good at this? You bit your lip as you thought, watching your health diminishing steadily on the screen in front of you as Hyungwon continued to land hits on you. By the time you had gotten ready to start another combo, the bright red letters appeared. Fatality.
“I let you win.” You huffed, turning your head away from Hyungwon as you set (threw) the controller down.
“Quit throwing a tantrum, you’ve gotten better since we played last time. Have you been practicing?” Hyungwon murmured, voice still thick with sleep as he attempted to comfort you. The fact that he had figured out that you had practiced on your own got on your nerves more than anything. You stalked away from him, pouting as you curled up on your bed to mourn the death of your character.
“Are you sulking? Should I make you feel better?” He whispered, sitting himself on the edge of your bed as he stroked your hair delicately. You ignored him easily, although reveling in the calming feeling of his hands. His face was still a little puffy from sleep and you could spell the toothpaste on his breath. You were sure you probably were the same, wearing a big t-shirt he had left at your house a few weeks before and some exercising shorts.
“Should I try to do aegyo?” He asked softly, causing you to open one eye to look at him skeptically.
“Is that your way of saying it’s a bad idea?” Hyungwon mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to brainstorm.
“Maybe I should do this?” He asked quietly without giving an explanation, causing you to quirk an eyebrow as his hands inched closer. Before you could put up a fight, long fingers were digging into your sides and causing your legs to thrash while laughter was forced out of your chest. It was  a hot feeling as it bubbled up out of your stomach, your body flopping around in desperation for freedom.
“H-Hyungwon, seriously!” You stuttered through laughter as he continued to run his hands over your sides. You brought your knees up to your chest in order to protect yourself, bumping into Hyungwon’s face as you did so. You gave a sharp intake of breath, instantly leaning forward toward his face to assess the damage as his fingers withdrew from your sides.
“Are you bleeding? Does it hurt? Do I need to get the first aid?” You asked worriedly, eyebrows draw together as your tried to pry his hands away from his face. Hyungwon hesitantly lowered them per your request, which caused your eyebrows to furrow while you looked for a cut on his lip or any sign of blood. You grew closer, tightening your grip around his chin to steady his lips in front of you, when they met your own. Blood rushed to your ears within seconds, your eyes fluttering closed as you kissed back momentarily. At least, before you realized that was his intent from the start. You pulled away quickly, hiding your face in embarrassment from your foolishness.
“I can’t believe I just fell for that.” You fretted, smacking him on the chest gently.
“I can’t believe you lost to me in Mortal Kombat again.” Hyungwon smirked, a smug look on his face that quickly changed to terror when you grabbed a pillow from behind you.

“Chae Hyungwon, do you want to die?” You growled, watching him scramble to his feet and sprint out of the room as you chased after him.

Friends With Benefits (Part 2) - Taehyung x Reader

Group : BTS 

Member : Kim Taehyung

Genre : smut, cheating, affairs, FWB, fluff (?)

Word Count : 2K

Description : having a friend with benefits and being in a relationship? how will this work out? 

previous : part I | next : part III

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