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Monsta X as Hogwarts students → (1/)

Yoo Ki Hyun as Slytherin Prefect: The most feared prefect among all houses. Bad temperament, but does not hold grudges. He likes to think of creative ways to tease students and he laughs out loud whenever another house loses points. Sometimes he carries his pet, a small hamster, in the pocket of his jacket and feeds it flowers when no one’s looking. 

He spends most of his time in the library, studying or simply keeping his notes organized. Has a homework club with Hermione Granger which consists only of the two of them. Somehow he’s always busy, hard to find (he is in too many more classes than he could physically attend; rumor has it he uses a time-turner). Competitive to the max, but very supporting of younger ones. Hates bullies and Slytherin’s stereotypes; if he hears you calling slytherins evil or snakes, he will call you out of your bullshit without hesitation. 

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Hi guys!! 

The two individual teaser pictures of Himchan and Yongguk came out today~ AND OOOOMMMMGGG HIMCHAN IS JUST SO PERFECT TO ME!!! HE LOOKS LIKE HE CAME OUT OF AN ANIME!!! IS HE EVEN HUMAN?! AND OUR LEADER YONGGUK IS BACK TOO!! You better prepare yourself for a heart attack, because it’s going to be a sexy and hot comeback this time. Kyaaah~ (fangirling modus)

I still hope that TS don’t push B.A.P too hard and that all the Babyz don’t fight with each other about this issue. I know that every Baby loves B.A.P a lot and that we all wish B.A.P the best. So let’s all support B.A.P together in your own way. I support B.A.P by writing scenarios and sharing them with Babyz. That’s the reason that I started this Tumblr blog. Anyway, I’m so happy that they are back as OT6. Tomorrow the group teaser pic will be out~ I can’t wait for it~

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“this is perfect.”

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Sometimes I wonder
What’s the reason why
We long for someone to embrace
And say hello to say goodbye

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Sometimes we forget idols have feelings too. They experiment joy, sadness, despair, anxiety, angriness. Sometimes we forget they are humans too, they get sick, they feel pain. So I hope, as I have seen so far, we all can be understanding on Yongguk’s situation. I hope no one makes him feel like he’s making the wrong desicion by taking care of his health before anything else.

Get well soon, our leader, we will be waiting for you. [insp]

Preference; I’d Understand

Alec Volturi and Paul Lahote preference requested by anon! “Yoo hows my favorite blog?? I’m doin’ alright. Can i get a alec or paul imagine where they’re scared about reader leaving him. Due to alec being a vampire that likes human blood. Or if you do pauls about him being a hothead. Hopefully it makes sense” Hope you like it!

ALEC VOLTURI

In truth, you’d never been wholly comfortable with the meal-plan served in the Italian villa, given your awkward position as would-be appetizer. Despite your position in this so strange, vampiric court, despite your knowledge of the binding law protecting you from intentional harm, your stomach continued to twist and knot in fear. This discomfort, this terror stemmed not from your relations within the Volturi; no, even Aro had been kind, welcoming even, whispering about how overjoyed he was that his darling Alec had found such a promising mate. It was clear that he had a handful of particularly advantageous plans when the sunrise of your immortality broke the horizon, and thus took an affectionate liking to you. The subject of your mortality was a bit of a taboo, especially considering the diet of choice your new companions favoured, but your never felt discriminated for the beating of your heart.

It was never about your pulse, your necessary breath, the blood flowing through your veins, protected only by a thin layer of vulnerable flesh. Politically, you were fine. You were practically one of the guards, your transformation date set for sometime in the summer. It was never about you. It was about the thirty tourists you saw enter the throne room every week, it was their screaming that haunted your dreams, their horror that plunged the knife into your abdomen, churning your insides until you were reduced to nothing. It was your mate’s participation, his willing participation, that struck fear into your still-beating heart. If you had wandered into the villa, expecting a tour of Italian architecture, a history lesson on pillars or portraits, would he have slaughtered you as he slaughtered the others? Would he have spared you a second thought?

You were doubtful.

You stood with your back facing the entrance to your bedchamber, your eyes dissecting the intricate carvings laid into the marble of the walls. Though you had been distanced from the heart of the Volturi’s society, you could hear the echos reverberating down the hall nonetheless. Alec had noticed your discomfort and suggested a change of scenery, though you understood that even his residence in Verona would carry the weight of Volterra’s infractions. You were chewing the edge of your fingernail (a nervous habit you hoped would be kicked, finally, when you were torn from your human life) when your ears picked up on the subtlest wisp of movement, announcing the presence of your silent lover. Soon after, his hands were cooling your elbows, folding over your crossed arms, his honeyed breath polluting the air you inhaled. His lips pressed to your neck, your mind jumping from affection to unease as you noted the placement of his kiss. His voice, so soft, so sweet for so experienced a killer, sang against your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek.

“Darling, you’re troubled,” he observed, his icy fingers ghosting over your hands, lacing his fingers through yours, a tender gesture you were not expecting to be accompanied by the surprising warmth his frozen fingers carried. He’d fed recently, more recently than you cared to dwell on. A stranger’s blood warmed his frigid tissues. You flinched away from his touch, untangling yourself from his fingers, avoiding contact with his violent eyes, his angel’s lips parted in wounded confusion. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” He extended his hand, and you once more slunk away from his touch. He ducked his head, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, exhaling lowly. When he spoke, his voice had changed drastically, harbouring an injury you had yet to notice on his physical form. “Aro warned me this would happen.” You did not speak on the matter, but recalled easily the moment you had departed from Volterra, your hand sliding from Aro’s papery skin, his eyes reading your most recent thoughts, likely painting vivid imagery to accompany your internalized terror. Of course he would mention this to Alec. Your inability to cope directly affected him. “This is about the blood.” His voice did not lilt in inquiry; there was no question, no confusion muddying his understanding. You lifted your face to address him, his eyes a blazing crimson, burning from within with the glow of his most recent meal. Your words clung to the insides of your throat, scratching their way downward, refusing to surface. Alec’s jaw clenched, his gaze lowering to the floor’s mosaic, his brow furrowing the silken plane of his forehead. It was almost inhumane to witness, to cause, distress in so beautiful a creature.

“If I could avoid… the way that I feed, I would do it for you,” he continued, his voice softer, quieter than before, his words dripping with sorrow like an open wound, his tone ringing with a melancholic tenor. “Once you’ve turned, I believe, I hope, that you will understand the difficulty we face. This is not a choice, the way that we feed. Our thirst is not a decision; it’s a compulsion. I have very little control of how I ensure your safety… If I were to refrain, I’m afraid I would be unable to keep myself from causing you harm.” Your breathing grew shallow as he explained to you the honest truths behind his so frequent feasting, his plump lips downturned at the corners, his eyes projecting a most uncommon weakness in one of the most powerful man you had the pleasure of knowing. He pursed his lips before exhaling a broken sigh, his chest heaving unnaturally. “If this is not something that you can live with… I’d understand.” His voice, usually so determined, so confident, now drifted into silence. The only sound available to your feeble ears was your steady pattern of breathing. You turned your face away, unable to hold his gaze any longer, your heart breaking for the angel you’d reduced to ash and cinder before you. After a moment, Alec broke his uncharacteristic silence, his voice illustrating a heart, an organ you knew no longer beat within the chiseled stone of his chest, breaking. If he was capable of producing tears, you had no doubt they would have fallen freely from his scarlet eyes, painting glimmering trails against the alabaster of his complexion. “Will you leave me?” You turned, shocked by his inquiry. How was he able to fathom a universe where you did not see yourself at his side? Had your affections fallen flat? Were you unable to illustrate to him the depth of your love? You crossed to him, your fingers angling his chin upward, forcing him to meet your eye, his irises blooming dangerously beneath a broken brow.

“I could not leave you if remaining by your side ensured the end of my life. To be parted from you would cause me unbearable pain. You are not what I despise, and your thirst… I can’t blame you for that. It’s the executions, Alec, that bother me. You’re herding people to their deaths by the hundreds every year. I can’t help but be bothered by the deaths. I’m only human, for now. If there is another way that you can live, tell me, and we can pursue that path. Together.” His eyes softened, his breath flowing over your face. Though his brow remained furrowed, his lips formed a cautious grin. He glanced at the position of the sun through your veiled window, his eyes returning to your face. He lifted his palm to cradle your cheeks, his face alight with the force of the words he spoke next.

“There is a coven in America, the Cullens. If we leave now, we could reach their home by tomorrow. I never thought I would say this…” His thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on his shoulders. “I believe they may be able to help us.”

PAUL LAHOTE

You had been warned of this very scenario from the moment Paul’s realities had been revealed to you, the moment you became involved in the fiery universe that he was so ingrained in. You’d seen the evidence of a destructive temper on Emily’s face, scarring her for life, a warning sign to the other members of Sam’s pack: don’t get too close. You hadn’t had any issues as far as trust went; Paul was relatively calm when you were around, incredibly cautious to the point of over-protectiveness, and as kind and loving as the day you’d met him. He was well-prepared to prevent injuries similar to Emily’s, or worse, and handled his rage better than he had before you stumbled into him. According to his pack, he’d been a bit of a loose canon before imprinting, but your presence acted as a sedative to his usual rowdy, unpredictable nature. You’d been assured that his mannerisms, specifically his impulse to phase, had been quieted after he imprinted, but his actions spoke to combat the promises his brothers made.

Their observations had not been entirely false; Paul was, without doubt, a changed man, but he carried with him a fire that even you could not put out. While he wasn’t explosive, his fuse was relatively short. You hadn’t had the chance to argue, given the amount of time you’d known him, but you’d be witness to his quick temper. You’d never felt threatened in any way other than the typical back-away-if-he-starts-shaking, but that applied to any of the wolves. They all had off-days, but Paul was never someone to be feared, never someone to be wary of. He treated you with the utmost respect and care, but even he couldn’t put a stopper on the floodgates when you’d been approached by a group of men on First Beach. Their salutations had been more insult than greeting, their words slipping like an oil slick from between their unwashed teeth, their faces gleaming with a drunken sweat you could smell radiating from their bodies as you passed them by. Paul, of course, was not about to stand for this ill-treatment. You’d felt the vibrations rolling from his body through the hand that held his, heard his laboured breathing by your ear. You had enough time to extract your hand from his and press a palm to his chest before turning to the trio of vulgar men, warning them to leave before someone (here meaning them, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you also spoke in your own defense) was hurt. One look at Paul was enough to seal your threat in concrete. There was no question about his anger, and his bare torso was promise enough that any retribution would be undeniably painful. They fled, joining a throng of townspeople vacating the beach. Your eyes locked on his, his lips curling over his teeth. You’d attempted to whisper a few calming words before realizing how far gone he truly was. You backed away from his trembling form, every visible muscle tensing on his body as he too backed away from you.

“Y/n,” he snarled, his eyes flitting around as his convulsions intensified, watching the last of the beach’s crowd fade into the night. His unspoken plea was clear: run. You turned your back on him and joined the masses abandoning the darkness of the waters, their voices nearly masking the tear of clothing as Paul exploded from his skin. You turned in time to watch his tail disappear into the tree line. You headed for Emily’s place, hoping to find Sam or Jared holed-up in her kitchen. One of them must be willing to talk Paul down from his heated precipice. You knew they’d all done it before. Your trek was short-lived, and the harmonies reaching from Emily’s open windows carried promises of aid in the form of two, possibly three werewolves. You helped yourself in, your eyes finding Sam’s in the crowd surrounding Emily’s table. His face, lightened by Emily’s company, went dark when he met your gaze. It seemed he already knew. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair, watching as Jared, Quil, and Emily focused their attention on you.

“Anyone willing to track my boyfriend for me?” Jared cursed aloud, damning Paul to Hell as he dropped his half-eaten muffin onto his plate, clearly irritated with his friend’s lack of control. Quil offered an apologetic grimace, clapping you on the shoulder as he made his way to the door with Jared nipping at his heels. Sam said nothing outside of asking for Paul’s last-known location, departing with a a final glance at Emily, his fists balled around a pair of jean shorts. Emily’s hands fluttered about her table, sweeping crumbs from the surface, her eyes on your face. She nodded you over, inviting you to sit as she prepared her dinner, promising you that Paul’s episodes never lasted more than half an hour, and that was before you came along. She was almost certain he’d be back sooner. You chatted with her for the next fifteen minutes, your mind preoccupied, replaying the fading image of Paul ducking into the woods on the blank expanse of your eyelids. It wasn’t until Emily offered you a cup of tea that you noticed your hands were trembling. “Maybe I’m a wolf too,” you whispered, your voice failing your attempt at humour, Emily’s arms wrapping around your back as your body shuddered. She, of all people, knew the fear that now pooled in your stomach. Another ten minutes passed before you heard their approach, the sound of footsteps crunching against soil paired with Sam’s low, angry whispers. The three members of Paul’s rescue party had returned, and all three entered without a word, sitting at the table in absolute silence. Emily’s eyes focused on the doorway before finding yours, shooting you a sisterly glance you understood to be cautionary.

“Y/n,” your name was soft on his lips, a gentle tone meant to exhibit his level of calmness. You turned in your seat, abandoning your tea, your eyes falling on his form, propped-up against the open doorway. He gestured for you to join him outside, his hand running through his shorn hair. They did not tremble. You excused yourself and followed him onto Emily’s lawn, watching his shoulders heave with as he sighed, his back gleaming beneath the light of the moon. His hands were swinging at his sides, his muscles tensing and releasing as he paced. When he stopped, you were a good distance away from the house, out of earshot, you assumed, and away from any scrutiny. He turned, slowly, his every movement calculated, the effort behind his actions obvious. He was going out of his way to eliminate any perception you could have of him being a threat to your safety. He kept his distance, addressing you in a whisper from a handful of feet away, his bare feet digging into the earth as he spoke. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was… I put you at risk, and I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes lifted to the stars, his head shaking with frustration. “And, you know, I can’t even promise that it won’t happen again. I’m not in control, not like that. This can happen again, and that…” his voice dropped off, his sentence hanging open, fluttering in the breeze. When his eyes returned to yours, his face was broken, his lips pursed to keep them from quivering. “I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. As much as it kills me, I can understand if you need to go.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I want you safe, that’s all. I can’t promise you’ll be safe around me. I can’t.” You shook your head, closing the distance between you, continuing even after he mirrored your first few steps, eager to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Paul, if anything, you went out of your way to keep me safe tonight. You warned me that you were losing control, and you backed up, and you gave me time to step back.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you refused to let berate himself further. “You are not a threat to me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled deeply, relieved, and closed his arms around your back, pulling you to the warmth of his chest.

  • Do you ever just look at a picture of your bias and think.. wow someone out there is very lucky bc they get to marry you one day...
B.A.P Reaction to You Trying to Escape, but Failed (mafia!au)

I made this as gender neutral as possible. Hope that is okay! Anyway, the OC is names Jimin as it is a uni-sexual name, but if you want your name just insert it in the place of Jimin (:

Warning: violent? Maybe a little.

Note: I’m not repeating the gif shit… like, y’all know [BUT I OWN THAT DAEHYUN GIF! DON’T MAKE ME FIGHT Y’ALL!!]… Also, know this is a scenario, but I do not think you should EVER be in a violent relationship. NEVER let yourself get abused by another [mentally or physically]. You’re worth more than that kind of life.

Send me y’all’s requests <3

xoxo-MelodyBaby

Yongguk- He wouldn’t want to believe that you tried to run away from him. However, there you were in his right hand man’s arms unconscious from sedatives to keep you from screaming for help. You knew too much. He couldn’t just let you run away. Your life was in danger, but not from his rivals, but himself. When you woke up, you would have two choices. To ride and die with him or to be killed by him. There was no in between. He needed to protect his family aka his gang. He wouldn’t let you or anyone bring harm to them.

He didn’t care if he loved you are not. He knows when he needs to cut ties and put a bullet through someone’s head.When you woke up, you found yourself on the bed Yongguk and you shared for a year. You tried to get off the bed, but felt something tug you back. You looked to your side and found your wrist was chained to the headboard.

(insert gif) “Ah, so you’re up. I’ll switch that chain out with an ankle chain, so you can have more movement.”

“You can’t chain me like some wild animal!” You tugged at the chain in frustrations.

“I can do what the fuck I need to, so I don’t have to put a bullet in your head!” Your heart stopped for a moment as the words sunk in. Your struggling quickly died down. “If you were any other person, your blood would have spilled already, but you’re my love. I just can’t trust you alone anymore”

Himchan- You tried to make it out of Himchan’s grasp. After you found out his secret, he kept you by his side 24/7 unless he had something dangerous to do. He took care of your safety as if it were his own. That’s how much love he had for you. He made sure you were never without and had the best be it five star food or getting that promotion you wanted at your work. Everything was given to you, which is why your betrayal made it a thousand times more painful. You tried to leave him during a business party no less. A party that given the right time, you could make your getaway. However, you were spotted running the moment you left out the porch doors. You ran down the lawn.

Himchan ran out after you. His heart was tugging in all directions. If you were any other whore by his side pretending to be his significant other, he would have put a bullet in your back as you ran. But you were special. You were so much more than a cheap whore. He loved you. However, he couldn’t just let you leave him. You were the only one he wanted as his and of course, you knew too much after you discovered his involvement with the mafia while working as a nurse. He pulled out his gun from his carrier on his pants. Your betrayal destroyed Himchan, he knew he couldn’t let you out of his sight now.

(insert gif) “Jimin, I swear to god, if you take one more step, I’ll shoot you where you stand.” You stilled as you heard a bullet whiz by your head. “Get back over here. Now!” Your head fell, you were trapped; you just knew it.

Daehyun- You ran away from Daehyun one night while you two went to visit his family. It was the perfect time. He wasn’t surrounded by his men because his family didn’t know about his mafia life. You took a day out with his mom as a perfect way out. She even said she’d cover for you to go out away from Daehyun saying it was unhealthy to be with your husband all day every day. If only she knew that it was the perfect chance for you to leave him.

(insert gif) “Ah, there’s my jagiya… Hmm, now my dear Jiminnie, what do you think you are doing dancing with that man like that.” He’d tsk. You’d make eye contact as you left your dance partner to get another drink. The color in your face drained as you bolted from the club. “Oh, the chase resumes. How tiring.”

He’d easily catch up with you, grabbed your wrist, and pushed you back against the wall. “Jiminnie, I think we should stop this game of cat and mouse. Let’s go home. I need to teach you some manners. Mom was so worried.” You went to speak, but he shushed you. “I don’t think you should say a word, jagiya. I still haven’t forgotten you dancing so sexually with that man.”

Youngjae- Youngjae was feared for his calculated abilities. He planned everything including turning you into an involuntary accomplice. It was enough leverage to keep you from leaving him or so he thought. He had you watch a murder just to hold something against you if you tried to turn on him. He had hoped he never had to use it on you, but seeing how his men dragged you back kicking and screaming, he realized that not even his love for you would keep you by his side.

He shooed his men away and poured himself a drink as you stood before him.

(insert gif) “I give you props, love. I didn’t think you were ballsy enough to try to leave me.” He held up a file and tossed it towards you. “You should look it over. It’s pretty important if you don’t want to end up behind bars. All you need to do is stay by my side, kitten.”

You quickly grabbed the file and flipped it open. Your fingers tensed as you stared at the contents inside, “You think you can use this to keep me quiet? I could still turn you in. I’d get what? 5 years max. You? You’ll get life.”

Youngjae smirked and licked his bottom lip, “See, this is why I love you. You can formulate scenarios right off. However, love, you forgot the fact that I was never there. Did you forget?” His smirked widened as he set down his glass. Walking past you, he patted your shoulder, “Checkmate, kitten.”

Jongup- He was out finishing off a traitor and what was worse is he did it right in front of you. All of it. The torture, the screams, and finally the trigger that ended the man’s suffering. Why were you there? To make sure you understood your place. This wasn’t the Jongup you agreed to marry. Your Jongup was a facade of the real Moon Jongup. The one you fell in love with was sweet and corny. But this one. This one was cruel, calculated, and vicious. The polar opposite which was why you wanted to run away. You made your escape and you felt freedom for the first time in a year. You went under an alias and lived peaceful as a school teacher. However, one night you returned later than usual and when you flicked the lights. Walking into the living room, your voice was caught in your throat as he sat on the chair waiting for you. His eyes were cold.

(insert gif) “So… how did my precious jagiya enjoy being away from me for a month?” You were quivering in fear. You darted towards the front door only to swing it open to see it guarded by his men. Jongup walked up and looked at his men, “Make sure no one comes in. My Jiminnie and I have a lot to talk about.” He shut the door and nudged his head toward the living room. Hesitantly, you walked into the room and sat on another chair. He walked up behind your chair and massaged your tense shoulders, “You know, it was quite a pain looking for you. I thought I taught you where you belong.” His eyes darkened and his hand grabbed your neck, but before you screamed for help, he placed a knife under his hand that pinned you, “The next time you try to run away from me, your blood will stain my knife. Do you understand, love?”

Asdfghjkl, you had to have known I was going to Skydive him <3 like he has my heart.

Zelo- Junhong gave you your freedom. He was a lot more carefree about watching over you. He’d let you live a fairly normal life because he wanted to keep you away from his mafia life. Of course you knew about it, but you did want to leave, he just didn’t know it. At least that’s what you hoped. You kept acting normal because you did love him. You just hated his career choice. Junhong was someone you wanted to start a family with, but you didn’t want to end up like the movies. Mafia gang rivals going after you to get through him. Going after your family… The thought was what pushed you to run one day after work. You wanted to feel safe and you didn’t.

“Sir, it seems that Jimin has ran off after work. What should we do?”

“Is that so?’ (insert gif) “Leave it be. I was waiting for my kitten to go play in the dog eat dog world. I’ll let little Jiminnie realize that the world outside isn’t for a cute kitten. My jagiya will be back by my side in no time.”

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what it’s actually like to date Yoo Kihyun...

Originally posted by kihqun

The Reality of Dating Kihyun…

  • 50% of the time you just stare at Kihyun like: ಠ_ಠ
  • “I need a refund on my boyfriend…where’s my receipt.”
  • And the other 50% you’re like: e_e
  • “What is your purpose in life?”
  • Because Kihyun is literally such a grease ball in private, oh My gOD.
  • He lives to make you flustered and finds humor in your embarrassment. He finds it endearing and he smiles so hard whenever he succeeds in breaking you down, like why???
  • But after his shenanigans, he’ll just hold you and press your head to his chest as he laughs to himself at your cuteness, oh wow, he loves that.
  • THIS GREASY BALL I SWEAR
  • His silent, open-mouthed laughter, and it almost sounds like he’s choking sometimes, and there are occasions when he actually does lmao, this man baby.
  • Him clapping and doing that little bounce dance when he’s excited.
  • Talks about you behind your back to others, but it’s never anything that’s really serious or disrespectful (he’d never disrespect you).
  • He’s just harmlessly venting to the guys, he’d never even consider leaving you, let’s be real.
  • But it always gets back to you bc one of the guys is gonna spill the tea all the time, and you’d never reveal his identity to kihyun because he’s like your lil spy/informant in the group, bless him for his sacrifice.
  • Know who i’m talking about???
  • And when you confront kihyun about it, that lil bean is so cunning like:
  • (◕‿◕✿)
  • “Lol my dearest love, what lies have you been told? i never heard of such a proliferation of absurd falsification in all my life.”
  • Boi what is this, does he think his big words are gonna let it slide? How easy does this turd think you are?
  • You let it slide cuz you’re weak af for him
  • ANYWAY, kihyun is extremely caring, and it’s the perfect counter for his greasiness.

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late night studies.

1,912 words | fluff; warnings: language.
roommates au + lee jooheon

a/n: this idea came to me when i was thinking of an old drabble i wrote for haikyuu!! heh, i hope this was ok!

Originally posted by mybabyoppa


There’s only one rule to life: Never piss Yoo Kihyun off.

Let’s repeat that once more. Never piss Yoo Kihyun, the pink-haired bastard -ahem- hamster off. Especially if you want to get one measly thing like the desired roommate.

Rule #2: Always make sure there’s water in the ramen before you ever shove into the microwave.

Because somehow, unbeknownst to you, Jooheon managed to do both things though the former still remains to be the biggest mystery. You try not to ask why, not that it bothers you as much as you figured it would’ve in the first place. It’s been working out, living with him though he has his moments where you’re not sure what to say or even do. Not out of genuine, heart-clenching fear, but the kind of heart-clenching fear that leaves you in not only wonder but restlessness.

Lee Jooheon’s quite attractive, you’ll admit. He looks pretty terrifying when he has a set jaw and an unreadable expression washed over his features, but the majority of the time you’ve seen him donning a shower cap (he made you promise to say nothing of it), a smile curved on his lips, and dammit, his proximity a lot closer than you ever anticipate. You actually kind of miss the time when he avoided you for a day and a half straight after catching him with a loofah and a very familiar tune to “What Makes You Beautiful” playing in the background though (again) you’re sworn to secrecy that this event never makes it out of the apartment ever. Regardless, it’s all too undeniable that you enjoy your time with your newfound roommate, even find yourself awaiting a new day, wondering what sight you’ll see then.

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Prohibited Minds {Yoo Kihyun}

Hello! Can you write a fic where Kihyun is in love with a friend of theirs (MX), but he is afraid to make a move, because he is an idol and because fans are giving her a hard time already, because she was spotted with them. Thank you <3

Note: Ah angst, a both an emotional and beautiful thing. I hope you enjoy! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

Originally posted by kihqun

He knew it was wrong to watch her like this, with butterflies in his stomach and wonder in his eyes, but how can he help himself when she’s just so flawless and wonderful in his mind.

She has a incomprehensible impact over him, his breath hitches when her hand brushes against his, and his mind is sent into a violent spin like a tornado whenever she turns to smile his way. An even though others would call this true love, he would call it torture.

Torture because he knows the fans will hate it, torture because management will tear them apart, torture because he can never have the ability to call her “mine.”

Leaked images fill the internet and fire up the fan’s hearts as they angrily rage about her on social media, fiercely accusing her and labeling her with unpleasant names simply because she is seen with Monsta X.

Kihyun remembers when the first attack shot her down, and he had been there to rock her gently in his arms as she sobbed into the white of his shirt. His heart cracked and smashed with each tear that rolled down her cheek, leaving him resentful and confused as to why anyone would intentionally devastate someone with such a beautiful mind and a heart of gold.

“You should try asking her out, or at least tell her your feelings. She isn’t going to stay single forever, you know?” Minhyuk had offered his advice, half smiling to reassure Kihyun that it was the right decision to make, but Kihyun hesitated, and still to this day the confession is sizzling low in the pit of his mind, no where near to the brim of releasing.

He breathed out, a piece of hair swiftly moving away from his eye as {y/n} winked at him from across the room. She must have sensed his discomforted, troubled mind because now, she was smiling at him.

Kihyun could feel the pulsation of his heart in his throat as he smiled in return, a tinted pink washed over his face. In responded to his shyness, {y/n}’s twinkle of a giggle sounded and Kihyun felt his face only burning more.

She rose from her seat, elegantly moving away from Shownu and Hyungwon who were in too much of a deep conversation to notice her departure, and sat beside Kihyun. Her hand sliding onto his leg as she gave him a somewhat pointed look.

“You’re thinking again, aren’t you?” She questioned.

“I’m always thinking, because I’m smart. Can’t speak for the both of us though.” He teased, his tone joking to cover his exploding heart.

{y/n} grins, raising her hand and bringing it down to a light clap on his knee in attempt to mock annoyance. She grinned, but only for a moment, her face soon rested again to a collected way.

“I’m serious, Kihyun. What’s on your mind? I can see it on your face, something is worrying you.”

Kihyun can’t hate the way that she’s so good with words, so good at spotting every flaw in his system. But eh wants to, he wants her to stop, he can’t imagine himself corrupting her sound mind with his issues that lie deep.

“I’m fine, {y/n}.” He lies through his teeth, and his smile barely meets his eyes.

{y/n} scans her eyes over his face, clearly unconvinced, but it’s a futile situation and Kihyun isn’t about to let go of his secrets,  even though his confession is starting to boil.

She moves her hand to his face. It’s warm and soft where she caresses his cheek, and his eyelids flutter to a close for a moment, the sensation rushing through him in a motion of sparks and fireworks. When he opens them again, she’s smiling.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” She asks, sliding her hand down to her lap as Minhyuk calls after her.

Kihyun nods as she stands, flashing him one final smile before aiding Minhyuk’s calls for help from the kitchen.

He knew it was wrong to watch her like this, with butterflies in his stomach and wonder in his eyes, but how can he help himself when she’s just so flawless and wonderful in his mind.

Boyfriend! Taeyang (SF9)

Originally posted by igotshawolight

omg this is the 3rd bf au i’ve posted today

  • teaches you the choreo he’s coming up with
  • that way he can go to his members and be like
  • “see guys, even (y/n) can do this choreo so there’s no excuse why you can’t”
  • because taeyang keeps teaching you sf9′s choreo you end up being very good at dancing them
  • and you even point out their mistakes when they perform it
  • he also loves dancing with you
  • regardless of your skill
  • esp if you can’t dance very well like me he really appreciates it when you try to dance with him
  • has the biggest and brightest smile when he’s with you, talking about
  • hell even thinking about you
  • whenever you’re around or even mentioned
  • everyone around taeyang can just feel his love for you radiating off of him
  • ok mini story coming up because i can totally imagine him doing something like this
  • on your guy’s anniversary taeyang tells you to come to the practice room
  • the lights are dimmed upon your arrival
  • some slow jazz music starts playing as soon as you walk through the doorway
  • and then taeyang emerges from the darkness
  • coming in all suave and proudly wearing his signature smirk yOU KNOW WHICH ONE I’M TALKING ABOUT
  • anyway he comes in all smoothly and holds his hand you like “m’baby?”
  • when you take his hand, he snakes his free arm around your waist
  • and he just slow dances with you in the dark practice room
  • while you two are dancing he starts reminiscing about everything you two had been through
  • he continuously tells you that he loves you and the whole ordeal is super sweet and romantic 
  • guys im crying this is like my ult fantasy ok
  • so yeah he is the most romantic out of sf9
  • he’ll always be planning these cute events for you to show that he loves you
  • ok so for your guy’s couple item
  • y’all have these matching necklaces
  • his is a key
  • and yours is a heart
  • since y’know he is the key to your heart
  • “now i can show the world that i am truly the key to your heart (y/n)”
  • always claiming that he loves you most in the world
  • serenades you
  • whenever he serenades you it ends up making the song sound super sensual
  • completely useless when shopping 
  • because he genuinely believes everything you try on looks good on you
  • so at the end of your shopping trip you’re broke thanks tae
  • posts the prettiest pictures of you on social media
  • i see taeyang as pretty possessive at times
  • you can be out in public and if anyone so much as looks at you in a certain way he’s ready to fight 
  • if somebody talking to you is making you uncomfortable he’s the type to come up, put his arm around your waist and practically make out with you until the other person leaves
  • when y’all are cuddling he keeps putting his hands underneath your shirt because he claims to be cold
  • and somehow a lot of your cuddling sessions end up becoming make out sessions
  • all of his kisses are long and it always leaves you breathless and wanting more
  • every hug from taeyang comes with a kiss planted somewhere on your face
Monsta X Reaction #5 - Cuddling them to death in a cute onesi

monsta x / black pink/ bts how would they react if you would dress up in a cute onesi and cuddle them to deathxD

THIS IS SO CUTE MY HEART IS BURSTING XD Thank you for requesting anon I hope you like it!!


Hyunwoo (Shownu): *blushy AF* “Omo why are you being so cute today? You’re killing your oppa”

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Hoseok (Wonho): “Wahh~ you’re so cute! I could stay like this forever” *extremely happy*

Originally posted by kumakookie

Minhyuk: *pretend he’s calling you cute and not the coin xD* “Yah, what did I do to deserve you acting like this tonight??”

Originally posted by hwitaek

Kihyun: “Aww does somebody need some extra attention from Oppa?” *cuddles for the rest of eternity*

Originally posted by kihyeun

Hyungwon: *makes a noise similar to ASDFJKL* “YAH! You’re so warm, fluffy, and cute!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT”

Originally posted by kmess

Jooheon: “This. This is why we’re a perfect match for each other babe.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Changkyun (I.M): *tries to be cute too, but gets blushy and cuddly instead* “You’re just too good at being cute, I could never get to your level”

Originally posted by kihyeun


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