i like how he turned out either way

What it would be like to date Shin Hoseok/ Wonho:

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

  • shy smiles whenever you look at him, there is nothing more precious than his shy smile.
  • he flexes his muscles at you, but you call him cute… he melts into a wonho shaped puddle on the floor.
  • the amount of bunny teddies that are around his room makes you wonder if he loves them more than you
  • you never ask for a jumper, he gives you them.

“I always make sure that I buy more than I need when it comes to jumpers, because I know you would steal them”

“but then they wont smell like you”

“Oh, I sleep in them when I buy them and then hide them for you to think that you found them”

“oh, smart”

  • He toys with your fingers when your sat together. Your legs over his lap with your body turned towards his. he’ll lace his fingers in yours and just play with them.
  • hes cringey cute.

“Baby? Have I told you how beautiful you are to me?”

“yeah, at least four or fi-”

“you’re beautiful”

“Six, six times”

  • he likes to work out, when he’s at home with you. But… Depends if you do or not, you’ll help him. either clinging to his back like a koala while he does push ups.
  • you take secret candid  photos of him when he’s laughing. His laugh, a the way he laughs is like watching butterflies fly.
  • You save every single one of his selfies.
  • You sometimes read his fanfiction, while trying to keep a straight face but you can’t. it’s too much and he sits across from you with a werid look on his face.

It’s about to get NSFW:

  • he’s sweet, tentitve to you.
  • but, hot and passionate at the same time
  • surprise Saturdays, maybe freaky Fridays; you know, to keep it interesting.
  • he teases you, leaning into kiss you. slightly brushing his lips against yours, but pulls away to do something else
  • you love how dirty minded he can get when alone


  • You don’t keep pyjamas at his place, you just wear his clothes
  • he plays with your hair
  • he souts NEOYA around the flat because NEOYA
  • you love seeing his bed head on a morning, with his sleep puffy face.
  • whenever your near something with heights, you hold his hand and his grip is deathly.
  • He does cry easily, but to you, it’s sweet. He’s passionate with his emotions.
  • He talks with his emotions, he doesn’t hide them very well and this for you, is easier to be able to decipher him
  • he sulks
  • WONHO AND SWEATER PAWS
  • he sings in the shower, but its off key
  • his singing is more sweet when hes bein cute, it’s soft and barely audible
  • he’s the type who will do anything you want, mainly because he want to do it too
  • you like seeing wonho after he practices or works out because he’s sweaty.
  • he texts you every night before he sleeps. Not the cringey type where he says “I love you baby” with a thousand heart emojis. It’ll be something endearing like, “ I love you, you little nerd” with one heart emoji or something
  • he’s protective, but not overly. He doesn’t mind if you rough house with boys but as soon as he hears you whine with a pain, he’s by your side in an instant babying you
  • he isn’t possessive, he gets a little jealous sometimes; but he trusts you.
  • random compliments for dayss
  • he does the heavy lifting after you have tried and struggled a few times, you know, before you admit defeat.
  • he phones his parents everyday, hour long conversations where you do weird stuff to make him laugh.
  • the man just always smells nice??? he could be sweating profusely and still smell like an angel that wiped their ass on cotton candy
  • hug from behind, his muscular arms enciricling you into a warm embrace.
  • after a long day, he would fall asleep on you. Head on your chest and his arms around your waist.
  • when just chilling together, he lays with his head on your lap.
  • you find it hilarious when he gets cocky or over confident
  • though his confidence does actually give you quite the heart-boner
  • instead of you being the one wanting to adopt, like, a thousand doggos (you do) but he’s the one that never stops talking about it.
  • you join in on his activities, you can do them so why not
  • when crossing the street, he subconsciously grabs your hand.
  • skinship is strong with this one.

you should watch this tho  ( WONHO LAUGHING FOR FIVE MINUTES )

Your Name and Kiss Belong in the Same Sentence

Summary: Neither Dan or Phil has ever had a boyfriend before and they think that part of the reason might be because nobody even realises they like boys.  So, as best friends do, they decide to pretend to date each other, that way at least it’s obvious they aren’t straight.  And with an agreed upon set of boundaries, nothing can go wrong.  Right?

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: swearing, anxiety attack, underage drinking/alcohol

A/N: me actually finishing a fic?? who knew this was even possible anymore lmao (although i found 6k of this already done in my drafts from october so?? does this even count).  also tysm to leah for letting me scream at her about this and for editing it for me, you’re the best <33

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Dan and Phil had been best friends for what felt like forever.  They had grown up together, in houses only a few blocks away and couldn’t remember a time where they hadn’t known each other.  They had always been Dan and Phil, their names never separated.

Everyone had warned them that friends often grow apart over time, especially as they moved from middle school to high school.  For some reason people seemed to think that there was no way that the two boys could stay as close friends as they were forever.

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anonymous asked:

ah okay can u do one where tyler is the reader's upstairs neighbor and he plays the piano every night and it puts the reader to sleep, but then one night he stops and the reader can't sleep so she goes up and knocks on his door??

TYLER JOSEPH IMAGINE

As soon as you sit down to eat, it starts.  But you planned it that way, so you smile to yourself.  You feel your entire body relax, as you inhale deeply, picking up your fork once your shoulders had fallen.  Your foot starts tapping as you try to follow the same rhythm as the keys playing above.

It’s a beautiful piece tonight. Yesterday was much faster and upbeat, but tonight it’s slow and almost sort of sad. You try to hum along.

You moved in about three months ago, your last place was just too far from your school, and it’s been incredible. You love it.   It’s a good size, rent is cheap, and there’s also your upstairs neighbor who, every night at 7:30, without falter or fail, plays the piano beautifully for hours until you’re in bed, the rhythmic melody helping you fall asleep.

You never really spent a lot of time thinking about who was playing upstairs.  Probably some old man or lady, you didn’t see how anyone below the age of 30 would have enough time to play a piano for hours on end.

That night, much like many others, you finished your dinner and fell asleep to the sound of your neighbor and their piano.

You can’t sleep, you’ve been tossing and turning since your head hit the pillow.  This was the fourth night the piano hadn’t been played.

You’d just gotten so accustomed to listening to the notes every evening, you didn’t realize how much you had grown to depend on it until now. You knew you were going to wake up exhausted and grouchy. This is all your neighbor’s fault.

It’s 7:34 PM on a Thursday night and you’ve found yourself standing in front of your upstairs neighbor’s door. You honestly didn’t know what you were going to say, but you were feeling reckless and impulsive after running on hardly any sleep this week.  Frankly, at this point, you didn’t really care. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Before you knew it, you’re knocking on the door, eyes looking to the crack in the bottom of the door where you can see a small peak of a shadow.

“Who is it?” The person asks, his voice is muffled but it’s definitely a guy.

“Uh-your downstairs neighbor?” you try to say but it comes out as a question, this isn’t weird, right? Neighbors knock on their neighbors doors asking them to keep playing their piano, right? Right.

“Anne? Are you sick-Oh.” And what.

He’s not old, is the thing. The first thing you see is feet covered in speckled, gray socks, followed by black jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, and a hand holding a bitten slice of pizza with a bandage. Uhh—

“You’re not Anne.” The boy says, his voice light, yet raspy.

“Anne-um. Moved. Sorry, am I in the right place? 34 B?” you ask because this pretty brown eyed, soft haired, boy cannot possibly be the anonymous piano player.

“Yeah…Can I help you?…” He asks, his unoccupied hand coming to rest on the open door and holy shit you can see a glimpse of a grand piano right behind him in his living room. What the hell?

“Piano?” you stupidly say, like that makes any sense. The boy turns around to look at his instrument and looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He asks, one of his eyebrows raising, expecting an answer. God, he’s gorgeous.

“You stopped playing— I used to hear you? Downstairs?” you say and this is why you need to figure out what the hell you’re doing before going and actually doing it.

“Oh my piano.. yeah, I’m kinda taking a break from playing, sorry if it’s annoying or whatever, but I pay extra for this place to let me to play—"

“No, no! I love it!” you say, almost desperately, “I just-“ you stop to bite your lip and think for a second, “this is weird, but—“ you stop before disclosing the fact that the man’s music helps you sleep. “I actually miss it,” you say instead.

“Oh!” he says, almost surprised, “my hand though… see?” The boy huffs out a laugh as he raises his right bandaged hand that’s holding the pizza.

“Is that from playing too much?” you ask.

“The cost of playing an instrument, you know? I’m Tyler.” He extends his good hand for a shake and you can’t believe this. The mysterious piano player is a young, hot dude. What?

“I’m Y/N!” you reply, shaking his hand.  You can’t help but notice how well your hands fit together so nicely.

“Y/N,” He starts, biting off a piece of pizza and continuing with his mouth full, “Do you want a slice of pizza?”

And, come on. It’s free pizza, You’re not going to say no.

You hit it off after that night. You kept having excuses to go back to see Tyler, the first time you brought Tyler a batch of your home made cookies, “a repayment for the pizza,” you had said and Tyler grinned and pulled you inside, grabbing two cups and filling them up with milk.

You learned more about Tyler every time you hung out, too. You found out Tyler is hilarious, he’s also sarcastic, he’s only been playing the piano since he was nineteen and has a band with his friend. That one you couldn’t believe at first, the way Tyler had said it so casually was surprising.  

The next time you’re knocking, there seems to be a lot of commotion going on in Tyler’s apartment.  But he answers, nonetheless.

“Y/N!” he greets with a smile.  

“Hey,” you say, apprehensively.  You hear the voices of at least two or three other people in the apartment.  

“I just thought I’d say hi— didn’t know you had people over-“

“No, no, no! Come in! Meet my friends!” he says, opening the way for you to walk inside.  

You’re uncomfortable.

The thing is; you don’t do this kinda thing very often. Your only friend is a girl from school, but even then, you only hang out at school.

When you entered Tyler’s apartment, you see three other guys standing around.  

“Y/N, this is Mark,” he points to a sandy-haired boy with a goofy grin, “Michael,” there’s a buff man holding a beer, “and Josh,” the yellow hair and bright smile gave away his identity as the other half to Tyler’s band.

You smile nervously and wave, feeling awkward just standing around. But soon after introductions, they carry on with whatever video game they were playing.  

“Come on in, Y/N. Don’t be shy!” Tyler says softly. He goes and sits on the soft, patting on the spot next to him. “Come sit, there’s enough space!”

There isn’t space enough. Well, not really at least. The sofa is more of a love-seat, and you end up pressed right against Tyler. He doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and when he casually  throws his arm around your waist after a few minutes, you start to relax.

It ends up being a really good night. You try a few rounds of Mario-Cart but stop, because you end up being so horrible. You don’t mind though.  You’re perfectly content with just watching the other guys play while you’re cuddled close to Tyler. You can’t really remember the last time you’ve had so much fun. They’re all constantly making jokes and telling stories and laughing, and you feel so carefree, almost like you’re floating.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, cause when you open your eyes, it’s to Tyler slowly caressing your cheek. “Wakey, wakey,” he says softly with a chuckle.

You slowly blink and then move to sit up straight. “Oh,” you say, slightly dazed. “Did I fall asleep?”

Tyler nods. “Yeah, about an hour ago. The guys just left though, so I figured it was about time I woke you up. I’m sorry though.. You looked really peaceful, sleeping.”

You look at how your legs are strangling Tyler’s and notice how you’re perfectly curled into his side. You blush, but are too sleepy to be embarrassed about it. “’m sorry,” you mumble. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I’ll- uh..” you yawn. “I’ll go home then.”

Tyler smiles. “I didn’t mind. It was quite comfy, actually.  Come on,” he says. “I’ll walk you out.”

You make your way to the front door. When Tyler opens the door, you turn around to thank him.

“Thank you for letting me hang out. And like, letting me sleep on you, I guess. I had a really good night,” you say, still slightly blushing.

Tyler either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about embarrassment. “No problem. I had a really good night too.” He bites his lip and then raises his hand to touch yours. It’s a light brush, but you feel sparks of electricity spike through you.

You’re about to start nodding, when Tyler leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “See you soon?”

You’re baffled, but somehow you manages to mutter out a “yes” before walking away.

Later, when you’re alone in your own bed, you replay the kiss in your head so many times you start getting dizzy. And yes, you think, you could totally get used to this.

The next day, Tyler’s the one knocking on your door.  You’re surprised, but even more so when he asks you out for coffee with him.  

After ten minutes of scrambling around looking for shoes and your wallet, you’re out the door, heading down the street.  There’s a cozy cafe on the corner and Tyler holds the door for you.  You let out a sigh of relief after getting shelter from the cold.

You sit in a small booth near the front window and cradle your cup of hot chocolate between your fingers as you watch people walk by.

Tyler makes sure to keep the conversation going, and there’s never really a dull moment.

You’re laughing loudly when Tyler reaches out at your face. You freeze in your seat as you feel his thumb sweep softly over your lip.

Tyler smiles and pulls his hand back. “You had a little chocolate-moustache, sorry.”

You smile back, but look down, blushing hard.

Tyler takes a breath. “Okay, look at me for a second please.”

You raise your head and carefully stare at Tyler, trying not to get lost in his breathtaking brown eyes.

“I like you,” Tyler then says.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your hands freeze where they’re laying near Tyler’s. “You…” you mumble, but it sounds more like a question.

Tyler’s eyebrows climb high on his forehead. “Like you, yes.” He says, nodding in affirmation, eyes widened with anticipation.

Tyler smiles again, “Man, I thought I was being obvious. I like you, and I’m not afraid to admit that to anyone.” He laughed softly. “I’m sorry for springing this on you like this, because I have no idea how you even feel about me, but-“

You interrupt him, “Seriously?” The surprise is clear in your eyes. “I have a huge crush, I mean the size of Everest on you, Tyler.”

For the first time that day, Tyler seems taken back a bit. “Well, I mean- I guess I didn’t want to assume anything?”

You laugh, “Can I tell you something?” you ask, fixing your eyes back on Tyler.

He nods carefully.

“Your piano playing helps me sleep,” you sigh, “I used to curl up in bed and listen every night, it soothed me.  When you stopped, I couldn’t fall asleep, I just tossed and turned.  That’s why I came up that night— to see why you stopped.”

Tyler just stared at you with a fond look on his face. “It put you to sleep?” He says smiling.

You’re suddenly hit by a wave of shyness, “Yeah…” you mumble, it sounded stupid.  

“Y/N?” Tyler says softly, and you look up at him again. “Can I kiss you?” he continues, voice barely more than a whisper.

Your heart stops for a second, before you slowly nod. “Honestly? I’d be really disappointed if you didn’t.”

Tyler leans forward and softly presses your lips together. He tastes like mocha and every wonderful thing in the world, and you think that this is probably the best first kiss someone could ever have.

Later that night you’re curled up into Tyler’s side, listening to the rise and fall of his chest.  You sigh in frustration, finding that you, once again, cannot sleep.

“I really wish your hand wasn’t hurt— then you could play for me,” you pout, poking your lip out and looking up at him.

He chuckles, giving you a small squeeze before disclosing, “You know I can sing, right?”

You furrow your eyebrows, racking your brain for the conversation where he told you that… But you can’t recall.  You would’ve remembered.  You would’ve made him demonstrate.

“You never told me that—“

“Would you like me to sing to you?  Then maybe you could fall asleep?”

You nod into his chest, burying your face into the fabric of his shirt before saying, “Yes, please.”

Tyler clears his throat lightly before starting to sing— and it’s beautiful.  At first, your chest fills up with so much admiration for Tyler that sleep is the last thing on your mind.  But he continues and his soft tune mixed with the feeling of his hand running up and down your back softly, has you calming down.  Your eyes soon grow heavy and after only a couple of verses, you’ve drifted off into a deep, sleep.  

Just friends

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: something fluffy? Like, taking years to ask you out even though you both clearly liked each other for a while?

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

It was your usual weekly get together with the boys and the 8 of you sat around outside talking. You couldn’t remember who’s idea it was to camp outside for the night but you weren’t complaining. Despite the house being two feet away, the weather was really nice. It was a little cold but the sky seemed to be lit up with the few stars you were able to see.  

“I swear it was like I wasn’t even in the room anymore.” You sighed. 

Jimin burst out laughing. “Maybe it’s because you’re so quiet. I swear that stuff only happens to you.”

Jin laughed as well. “You’re shy too!”

“Yeah but I’m also hot. There’s no way they wouldn’t notice me.” Jimin said, smirking, causing all the other boys to groan.

“Anyway, are you guys hungry yet? The bonfire is ready.”  Hoseok added. 

You nodded. “Yeah I’m kinda hungry.”

Hoseok and Jin went in the house to get stuff for dinner and you moved over to Yoongi who was just sitting on his phone, cuddled up in a blanket. 

“Are you not having fun?”

He looked up from his phone. “Oh, no. I’m just tired and I feel like we should be preparing for our comeback since it’s so soon. It’s weird sitting out here.”

You watched his face, noticing he seemed more nervous than tired but you couldn’t place why he would lie about that. A bit of cold air blew down your back and you shivered, covering your arms with your hands. 

“But we always do this sort of thing.”

Yoongi seemed to be distracted by the fact you looked cold instead of answering you back. He moved his chair closer to sharing his blanket with you.

“Why did you come out here wearing shorts? I feel like you’re doing this on purpose.” He joked, placing your half over your legs. You blushed.

“Yeah sorry…”

As the night starts to go by a few of the boys decided to go to bed leaving you, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung still awake. Jungkook looks over at Yoongi.

“Can you go in the house and get my phone? I think I left it in there.”

Yoongi stands up from his chair, leaving you with a puzzled expression. He would have never agreed to that before.

“Y/N, can you come with me?”

“Yeah sure.” You say as you get up as well, following behind him into the house. 

“What’s the matter, are you scared now that it’s dark?”

Yoongi looked back at you, stopping in his tracks. His face was plastered with a serious expression and he exhaled. 

“…it was just a joke? What’s going on with you-”

He took a few steps closer to you, making you stop talking. His head tilts away from you as if he wasn’t trying to make eye contact with you.

“I don’t usually do shit like this but-..You’re an exception. It seems like you’re an exception for a lot of things. I don’t want to keep pushing this back anymore because i’m sick of it. I’m sick of playing around with the fact that i’m in love with you, that I keep writing music about you, that i’m tired of not being about to hold your hand or kiss you when I want. Jungkook only asked me to get his phone so I could be in here alone with you. I wanted to ask if….you’d finally go out with me?”

You stood there speechless, watching his ears turn red.

“Please say something already.” He muttered.

Your hands came up from your sides and made their way to the sides of his face. The split second the two of you made eye contact he leaned in to kiss you. Although you did initiate it suddenly you were aware of how loudly your heart was beating in your chest. When his lips finally pressed against yours you could feel your cheeks get warm. It wasn’t a secret to either of you that you liked each other but it was a whole other thing hearing it out loud and to be able to kiss him. His hands grabbed against your waist, only pulling you in tighter. 

“Yoongi-”

“What are you worried about? Nobody’s even in the house..” He groaned, now kissing on your neck. 

“It’s not that. Jungkook is standing in the doorway with a flashlight under his face.” You laughed. 

Jungkook smiled at Yoongi, giving him a thumbs up. He knew he was dead in the morning but at least his joke made you laugh. 

anonymous asked:

can i ask for a hc of rfa+v+saeran rejecting mc's love at first but they ended falling in love with them and it's too late

you’re in luck anon bc i’m in the mood for some unrequited love writing :) v and saeran under the cut xx - Mod 222


Zen:

He didn’t know what to say. Really, he didn’t expect you of all people to have feelings for him. You were so independent and so sure of what you wanted; you both had nothing in common. So the fact that you were there, standing in front of him with your fingers clasped together out of nerves and your hair hiding your face as you waited for his answer.

“I…I’m sorry MC but, I just don’t see you that way.” He was waiting for the theatrics, waiting for you to scream or smack him or cry as he looked down toward you, and you looked up. But instead you smiled, and you simply wished that you both could be friends, and now that he thinks about it, maybe that was when his feelings started to shift.

Never in his life had he ever encountered a person that handled rejection that easily, especially from him. Yet you were kind, simply giving him a hug with a tight grip and then smiling once more before turning around and making your way out of his home. He thought you were okay, because he didn’t see the tears that trailed down as soon as you were away from his presence.

Fast forward to two years later, and you were at his house, helping him with one of his costumes that he accidentally ripped during a dress rehearsal. As you sewed you grinned as he sat next to you, making jokes and talking about what the rehearsals were like with different stars. Gossiping was your guys’ specialty, but as quick as it had come it ended as your laughter died down.

“MC, may I ask you something? If you don’t mind.” You put the needle and thread down along with his costume, sensing his serious tone as you nodded and turned towards him.

“Sure, what is it?”

“I uh, I’ve been thinking about some things a lot lately and, I think that I like…no, love you as more than a friend. What I want with you is something that I can’t even describe with words. I just,” He took your hand, palms warm as he leaned in closer. “I hope that you still feel how you felt those couple of years ago. Even if that’s a stretch.”

He didn’t have to hear your answer; he saw the look in your eyes as you slowly pulled away and looked down towards your lap. He felt the heavy feeling in his stomach as he tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat, watching you bite your lip as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’m so sorry Zen but…I’m seeing someone right now. I didn’t want you to find out this way but I just, those feelings that I had have been gone for some time now.” It was awkward, the air thick as you felt the sweat begin to bead at your forehead as you quickly stood.

“I should go…” He still sat there, almost in disbelief as he furrowed his brows and stood up as well.

“Wait! MC, can I ask you one more thing?” You stopped, waiting for his question as your fingers tightened around your car keys.

“Is this how you felt? This heavy, sinking feeling in my chest; is this what you felt when I told you that I didn’t like you in that way?” All you could do was give a sad smile as you gave a small nod, your own heart aching as a single tear fell down his face as he sat back down.

“I’m so sorry.”

Yoosung:

When you told him, you knew by the look on his face that his answer wasn’t the one that you wanted. His brows were furrowed as he licked his lips, a trait you had come to find that he only did when he was nervous about something.

“MC; I appreciate the fact that you like me in that way, really I do, but I already have feelings for someone else.”

“Oh…” That was all you could say. Just one simple word as you felt your heart crush into the tiniest pieces that could ever exist on the planet as you looked away. Not looking at his face somewhat helped with the pain, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t there.

It was like a churning in your stomach, making you feel so sick that you didn’t even want to finish the pile of chips that was placed between the two of you during your game match. He offered to keep playing with you, but the awkward thickness that hung in the air was simply too much for you.

So you left.

Sometimes that awkwardness hung around after that day; in random spurts it would come, making the two of you uncomfortable as he talked about his partner. The partner that wasn’t you. But most of the time it wasn’t there, and the two of you pretended that the idea of you guys being a couple wasn’t even a thought that someone spoke of.

Until he broke up with his partner.

Nobody asked why, yet they wanted to know. Especially you, God, you just wanted to know why it hadn’t worked out. Turns out that he thought that they weren’t exactly compatible, and that he thought that someone else was the perfect match. Come to find that he was talking about you.

“MC, I’ve thought a lot about what you told me; even though it was almost a year ago. I just…I just thought that maybe now, if it wasn’t too late? We could try?” You thought that if he asked the question later, you’d be elated, ecstatic to be with him. But instead you felt anger as you balled up your fists, teeth clenched as you pushed against his chest.

“Is this some kind of joke? You knew how I felt about you back then, and now you want to be together, just because things didn’t work out with the person you thought you loved? I’m sorry Yoosung, but I can’t do this.” And once more you left him standing there alone, the awkwardness turning into dread as he realized that the possibility of you never coming back could be a serious reality.

Jaehee:

The possibility of her sexuality being incompatible with yours was rather slim, and your fear of her being just that had come true. You decided that you had had enough with hiding how you felt about her, how your stomach always filled to the brim with butterflies when she was around, and how your heart beat quick just from the sound of her voice. You told her these things, and her response turned those butterflies into moths, moths that ate away at the bleeding heart that now sat still in your chest.

“I apologize MC really but, I just don’t swing that way. I really hope you understand.” You understood, alright. You understood by storming out of the coffee shop, letting your anger mask your sadness as the tears fell and blended in with the rain that came with the oncoming storm. Months passed, and you began to cope with the fact that she wasn’t ever going to like you, no matter how much you wished it.

Yet that thought was quickly crushed, when she asked you to meet at her place alone.

She was drunk, and you knew as her breath fanned across your face, the smell of vodka overpowering as you helped her stagger towards her bedroom. You both were meant to talk, but she didn’t want to do so as she grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you in close. She was ready, ready for the kiss as she laughed and locked her arms around your neck, cheeks flushed red as she sighed in content.

“You know, I always thought that I couldn’t be swayed out of my sexuality, yet here I am. How crazy is that? How crazy is it, that I genuinely fell in love with a person like you.” She really pulled you in now, and she was surprised when you pulled away. You had been over her for about a month now, and her sudden lunge at you didn’t make you feel any different as you cleared your throat and backed away.

“Jaehee I’m sorry but, I don’t feel that way about you anymore. Things would have been different back then but now? I just can’t…” When you turned back to her she was passed out, breathing steady as a single tear fell down her cheek. Maybe she was faking, or maybe she really was asleep. But either way, you both knew that she was going to have a heavy heart and a lonesome hangover the next morning.

Jumin

You knew it was far fetched to tell him how much he truly meant to you, what with your backgrounds differing on such a large scale. But you knew Jumin; after the two of you growing closer, and how you had showed him what it was like to really process his emotions, he’d told you that background and social status didn’t matter much to him anymore.

That just, didn’t apply to you.”

“I am extremely flattered by your kind words and feelings, but I simply can’t return them MC. I’ve always felt you to be a sibling to me, and nothing more.” He didn’t mean to come off as harsh, and the logical side of you knew that to be true. But your feelings still hurt, majorly so as you accepted what he said and asked to be taken down from his penthouse and to your car.

You both didn’t speak for about three years; even having lost touch as his company grew and you worked in a local shop to keep yourself living comfortable yet not too extravagantly. You’d come to realize that maybe being with someone as high status as Jumin wasn’t really something that you wanted; you’d grown accustomed to the simple life.

That is, until a large limo pulled up outside of the shop you worked at.

Instantly you knew that it was him, and his tall broad figure that stepped out of the car with his dark sunglasses was enough confirmation as you felt your entire being fill with a friendly warmth. Sure you had gotten over him, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss who he was as a friend. You had left the building first, running up to him and jumping into his arms as you felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“So nice to see you again, MC.”

You brought him inside and went on your break, the two of you talking for almost two hours as Jumin paid off the rest of your work day by giving your manager over one million won to keep them satisfied for the week. You appreciated the gesture, even if it was too much for your liking.

“I came to find you because I need to tell you something MC. That confession you made all those years ago…I should have never rejected you. Being away from you has made me realize how much I truly loved you and appreciated you, and I wanted to know if you still felt the same way.” Your brows furrowed as you felt the melancholy feeling of unrequited love form into a ball in your stomach; maybe this is how Jumin felt when he let you know that he wasn’t interested.

He took it fairly well when you told him that you couldn’t return those feelings, yet he let that stoic expression leave as soon as he got into the limo, heavy tears falling down his cheeks as he sniffed. You weren’t with him when he cried, but deep in your heart you knew it was happening as you sat in the back room with your head leaning against the cold wall.

Saeyoung

He already knew before you even had the chance to tell him. He knew it was wrong to cut you off as you prepared to tell him how you felt, but if he didn’t do it now, he would have to deal with your emotions feeling much worse if he let you ramble on.

In a way you kind of wish that he let you do just that, because getting cut off while trying to deal out your emotions was the absolute worst thing he could do to you. Your breath had cut short, feeling hurt as he simply turned his back on you and crossed his arms.

“MC I’m sorry but, I value our friendship more than anything. To ruin it…I don’t know. I don’t think I could handle that.” You got the message; he really, wasn’t all that interested in you. That was okay, really it was. It’s not like you could force him to feel any different towards you if it wasn’t meant to be. But he could have been way less indifferent about it, and since he wasn’t going to say another word, you decided to leave it alone.

“Okay…thanks anyway, Saeyoung. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said that, but you knew that you both needed some time away to deal with how quickly that situation turned negative.

You didn’t think that “some time” would turn into almost five years.

The both of you made efforts to reconnect, but something always came up. Either he had to work, or you just weren’t in town to where you could meet up comfortably. You didn’t know it, but ever since that day he thought about you constantly, how he missed being able to go to your house within an instant and talk to you about the things that bugged him.

Or how when he needed advice you were just one phone call away, yet now it was almost impossible for the two of you to stay on the phone for more than three minutes. He missed you more than anything in the world, and he wished that it didn’t take him five years to realize that maybe, it wasn’t just your friendship that he found to be lacking in his life.

He wanted you, and he was going to make it known as he shut off his computers and made sure that when he met with you, time and inconvenience wouldn’t be an issue. Frankly, you were surprised when he showed up during your lunch break at work, begging to speak with you as you nodded and immediately put your food away.

“MC I know this is random, but I’ve put a lot of thought into it and I’ve come to realize that I like you, a lot. Before you say anything, I don’t mean as a friend. I mean, as more—”

“Saeyoung I’m engaged.” All hope that he had was gone, his brows furrowing as he gripped his stomach that churned wildly with hurt as he sputtered.

“W-What?”

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” You didn’t know how to face him after that, grabbing your things and leaving him as you came up with an excuse to your boss as to why you had to leave. He still stood there, shaking his head with a sad smile as a tear fell down his cheek. He should have never waited this long to tell you.

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remember // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N find themselves in a train station, erased from their friend’s memories

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N 

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughou

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“Ryan, run!” Y/N grabbed her little brother’s wrist and pulled him deeper into the woods. Struggling to keep up with his older sister, the toddler tripped over his own two feet causing her to lift him up and run as fast as she could.

She had seen them. The wind had picked up and a trail of leaves had started to dance around behind them. She knew they were coming for her. Ryan wrapped his arms around his sister’s neck as he let out muffled sobs. He was scared and so was Y/N.

Jumping over a log that was in her way, she glanced over her shoulder to see if they were still being chased. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she saw the black horse approaching them at a rapid pace. Sprinting as fast as she could, she made her way down to the creek.

“Ryan, you have to listen to me.” She set him down.

“I’m scared Y/N.” He cried, covering his eyes. 

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Paranormal Activity

Summary: Tony wants to watch Paranormal Activity. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: My wifi is still wacky, plus my daughter is sick today, so I’ve mostly just been taking care of her.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time since the events of the Sokovia Accords, everything was a little awkward for a while. Everyone on Team Iron Man was a little on edge around him, after all, it was kinda his fault everything fell apart. Not intentionally of course, no one ASKS to be used as an assassin for some crazy world domination group. He was unfortunate enough to be that person, however. I am new around here, Tony heard about me after he found Peter and since he was down several members of the avengers, he hunted me down. I agreed, and slowly but surely, the original members of the Avengers have made their way back home. With a few handshakes, pats on the back and some apologies, everything seems to be going smooth. When Bucky shows up, everyone tenses up. It’s like they tread softly around him, afraid he’ll revert back into the winter soldier, I assume. I don’t want to be that way though, so I’ve done my damndest to NOT be that person.

-

It’s early morning, around 5AM. I’m never up this early, but for some reason, sleep just didn’t come to me easy last night, so I figured might as well get up. Padding into the kitchen, I see Cap, Birdman, and…Bucky…I don’t have a nickname for him yet. He can’t be Tinman, no because that’s Tony! They’re all in their running attire. Steve in that grey under armor shirt, and running shorts. Sam in a black long sleeve shirt and shorts. Bucky..he’s in a black tank top, showcasing his arm. I’m sure he only does that in the early morning, when no one else is around, along with black sweats.

Me? I’m in my night shirt that goes to my knees, and some shorts. I haven’t even brushed my hair yet. Sam starts laughing, like hands on his knees because he can’t support himself standing anymore.

“Oh man, (Y/N)! You look like hell!” I glare at him, flipping him the bird, no pun intended.

“Fuck off, Wilson.” Steve chokes on his water, then wipes his chin.

“Language, (L/N).” I glare at Steve now.

“Fuck off, Rogers.” Bucky chuckles, I don’t know if it’s from my attitude, or Steve’s reaction.

“What? Not gonna tell Barnes to fuck off too?” Sam pokes my side, like he’s trying to get a rise outta me.

“No, why would I? He hasn’t said anything to piss me off yet.” Sam rolls his eyes.

“How? His entire presence pisses me off.” He side smirks at Barnes. He’s just playing, kinda, but it’ll get to Bucky either way.

“Fuck off, Wilson.” Bucky has quite the mouth on him too. I could get used to hi dirty talking ways. I turn on my heel to look at Steve. He’s leaning against the counter with his head in his hands.

“What? Not gonna tell Barnes to watch his language too?” He looks up at me out of the corner of his eye, then shakes his head. Bucky comes to stand next to me, I can feel the cold from his metal arm radiating off of him.

“No, he know’s I’d kick his ass if he tried.” I laugh, the first laugh of the day, and it didn’t even sound forced.

“Whatever, jerk. Are you guys coming or not? I’ve ran by myself in the morning, I can do it again” Steve is out the door with Sam, leaving Buck behind. Bucky turns to look at me before going out the door.

“You gonna be joining us, doll?” He speaks to me while walking backwards. Is it bad I find myself wishing he’d run into something?

“Are you kidding? There’s no way, I’m still in my pajamas.” He chuckles, walking out the door. That was my first actual conversation with the ex Winter Soldier.

-

Ever since then I think Bucky came to the conclusion that I’m not afraid of him, and kinda follows me around like a puppy, but I’m not complaining.

It’s movie night at the Tower, we hold these every week or so, depending on missions. I usually wear my pajamas these gatherings, so I’m trying to decide if I should go long sleeves or short.

“Hey Buck, should I go short sleeve or long sleeve?” I peak my head out of my bathroom, trying to get his attention. He’s sprawled out across my bed, reading some book or something.

He sits up, running his metal hand through his hair. God this man is beautiful. I can’t help but want him so much, in every way possible.

“I don’t care doll, it’s not like we’re going anywhere, just be comfortable.” I nod, putting on my long sleeved, open back grey pajama set with black shorts, and throwing my hair into a high ponytail. When I leave the bathroom, Buck is standing by the door.

“Ready, doll?” I smile, running up to him.

“Yup! Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know what movie is playing do you?”

“Yeah, Paranormal Activity.” I freeze. Oh no. I hate paranormal movies.

He raises his eyebrow, turning around to look at me, still frozen in place.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” I sigh.

“I don’t know, I hate movies about ghosts…I hate them.” He chuckles.

“A couple weeks ago we watched Friday the 13th and you had no problems there.” He walks up to stand next to me, wrapping his metal arm around my waist, pulling me towards the theatre room.

“I know, I have no problem watching movies where there’s a physical threat, I don’t however like watching movies where you can’t see your attacker, you can’t defend yourself against it, there’s no way to protect yourself against a demon. I hate movies like that…” He chuckles, his arm still around my waist.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll keep you safe.” I roll my eyes, thinking about saying something snarky, but I really do want him to stay by my side. What? Everyone has an irrational fear, this one just happens to be mind, don’t make fun of me!

Halfway through the movie, and I’m already a terrified mess. Knees up to my chest in the chair, face buried in the pillow perched on my knees. Bucky seems to be more interested in me, having a panic attack, than the movie.

“You alright, doll?” I jump, accidently kicking Nat’s chair, in front of me. She turns around, rubbing the back of her head.

“Didn’t realize (Y/N) was such a scaredy cat.” The blush that heats up my face, must have been a sight, so I kick the back of her seat again.

“Fuck off, Romanoff.” She laughs and rolls her eyes.

“Bucky! Tell her to fuck off in Russian for me!” He looks towards Nat, smirking,

“Отъебись.” I laugh, sticking my tongue out at her. She rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to the movie. For the next 30 minutes or so, I have the pillow up and over my eyes, peeking every once in awhile.

At the end of the movie, when the main character runs towards the camera with demon teeth happens, I shout and practically jump into Bucky’s arms. He laughs, putting his arms around me. Everyone laughs, seems I’m the only one here that doesn’t like paranormal movies.

“So, I vote to watch more ghost movies in the future.” Tony stands up, smirking in my direction.

“Shut up, Tony. I don’t think so.” He laughs, grabbing his phone and leaving the theatre room. Bucky stands up, taking me with him in his arms.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll protect you from the demons.” I roll my eyes as he carries me to my room.

-

Sitting on my bed, I find myself looking around every corner. It’s 2:30 in the morning and I have all my lights on. Even the slightest sound freaks me out. Deciding I don’t want to be alone I text the only person I know for sure will be awake at this time.

“Buck? Are you awake?” He responds almost immediately.

“Yeah doll. Can’t sleep? Dreams of demons getting to you?” I roll my eyes in annoyance.

“Отъебись, Barnes. I went all the way to google translate to figure out how to say that.”

I can almost hear the laugh I know erupted from his throat.

“Mmm, alright ya got me. What can I do for you, doll?”

“I don’t want to be alone….can you come up to my room? And please don’t try to scare me…I don’t think my heart could take it.” It takes him a few minutes to respond, maybe getting dressed.

“On my way, doll.” Bucky is only down the hall, so it shouldn’t take him a couple seconds to get here. I stand up when I hear the door open, running out to greet him. When I see him, he’s in sweats and a black long sleeve shirt. He smiles at me, he looks just as tired as I’m sure I do.

“Why weren’t you asleep, Bucky?” He chuckles, coming up to me, putting his flesh arm around my waist.

“I knew you’d probably text me…I wanted to be awake when you did.” My face heats up.

“Y-You were waiting for me?” He smiles, his bloodshot eyes are soft, and gentle.

“Yeah..is that weird?” I smile, running to him and jumping into his arms, pressing my lips to his. Wrapping my arms around his neck, and he puts his hands on my waist as he kisses me back, running his fingers along my waist. When I pull away, his eyes are blown wide, and he licks his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” I find myself admitting to him.

“I-I’m glad you did. But, I’m so tired..” I guide him to my bed, helping him under the covers.

“As long as we can cuddle..” He chuckles, resting his head on my breast, before sleep takes him. I too follow soon, all fear of nightmares plaguing me, gone.

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I’m Not a Kid

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 4.2k

Genre: smut

Parts: one | two


“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.

You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”

“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”

You looked over at him, “It is your name.”

He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”

He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”

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The Only Exception (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,460

Warnings: language, fluff, hot firemen, drinking, (one) sexual innuendo, sarcasm, advice-giving for sad situations

A/N: I got so mad that I accidentally deleted my effing chapter. All your lovely notes and comments are gone; I’m sorry. This is a repost. I’m not retagging.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

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“A Mermaid Tale” Supernatural One Shot

Title: A Mermaid Tale

Author: Lana (pineapplegirl123)

Original Imagine Link: Imagine Sam and Dean finding out a witch turned you into a mermaid when they find you sitting unhappily in the bathtub.

Word Count: 825

Warnings: none

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“Dean! Sam!” I yelled from the bathroom, hoping I was loud enough for them to hear my call.

It was the end of a busy, stressful day and I was just trying to relax. A nice, warm bath usually helped calm me. However, this was not my idea of relaxing.

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Originally posted by thedesire

I MIGHT BE A LITTLE JEALOUS (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: can you write an imagine where bellamy and the reader are dating and he’s hella jealous of someone and she tells him that there’s nothing to be jealous about and it ends in smut 😊😚

A/N: bell ended up being hella dominant in this for some reason ?? 

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As the sounds of drums and cheers rings out around camp, you feel his breath on your neck. You know exactly how Bellamy Blake is feeling and you know exactly why. “What were you doing with him?”

“Talking.” Comes your reply as you entwine your hand with the one on your waist.

He huffs, thumb rubbing the back of your hand, “Well,” He begins, pressing his body up against yours, “I don’t like him talking to you.” 

You make a note of how he lets out a small groan when you press into him slightly, turning around. “Bell.” Smiling, you place your hands on either side of his face. “There’s nothing to worry about. I promise.”

“Oh no, I trust you.” He states, his eyes finding the guy who was talking to you earlier. Bellamy glares at him, his hold on your hips tightening to your delight. “I just don’t trust him.” 

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Lost and Found (M)

Originally posted by vminv

Summary: The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.
Pairing: problematic idol!Jimin x reader
Word Count: 20.088
A/N: not what I should have been working on but what demanded to be written. Jimin’s hair goes from orange to black to blond to silver, and you’ll see why. The story begins in mid-August, and conversations in italics are spoken in English. I hope you like it!

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The first thing Park Jimin hears is, “Rise and shine, superstar,” and then cold water is poured on his face.

“What the fuck!” Jimin snaps, jerking up in bed. He’d been warm and content, wrapped around a pretty brunette he couldn’t recall the features of, couldn’t remember the name of to ask her to please shut the fuck up, your screaming is really annoying this early in the morning, the fuck. She’d been splashed with some of the water, and maybe if it wasn’t so early- the sun wasn’t even in the sky yet, the fuck- then Jimin would feel a little bit of sympathy. “Don’t you know who I am?”

Jimin pushes his wet bangs from his eyes, narrowed and pointed in anger when he comes face to face with his manager, grinning victoriously over an empty bottle. Jimin’s starkly naked, but his manager has seen him in worse conditions before. On his hangover scale this morning barely registers as a five, so other than the ice cold wake up call, Jimin’s doing pretty hot.

“Unfortunately, I do. Now get up, Park. Your flight leaves in three hours.”

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It Must Be Fate

Johnny x Reader

Wordcount: 2,230

“Shit.”

You stared down at your phone as the screen turned black.  You couldn’t believe you had forgot to charge your phone before you left your apartment, and now you were stuck in the dark, alone, lost somewhere in Seoul.  Taking a year off from university to decide what the hell you wanted to do with your life, you had come to Seoul to teach English.  It was a good way to earn some money and gain real life experience – something you hoped would help you figure out your future.   Of course, being in Seoul to teach didn’t stop you from exploring the city in your downtime.   Today, you had ended up hanging out with some foreigners you met, who wanted to visit the SM Entertainment building in the hopes of seeing some idols.  

After giving up the idol search a few hours later, your new friends left.  They had insisted you leave together, but you politely declined.   You wanted to explore the area a little bit more before you left – a decision which you were now regretting.  With your phone dead, you had no way of searching where you were.   You also hadn’t seen a taxi go by that area in what felt like forever.

You looked around to see if there was anyone near the building you could ask for help.  All the fans who were idol-hunting earlier has dissipated after being disappointed when no idols showed up.  There weren’t really any tourists in the area either.  To be fair, it was getting late.  It was apparently an area you really only went too if you worked there or wanted to see someone famous.

You had walked up and down the block a few times to no avail.  About to start walking to try and find an internet café, you spotted a tall man walking out of the building’s fronts door.  Assuming it was just an employee, you ran up to him to ask for help.

“Sorry, I’m not allowed to stop for pictures.”

“What? No, please!  I just need directions!  My name is (y/n) and I’m here teaching English.  I don’t know my way around very well and I’ve been lost for over an hour. My phone is dead so I’m kind of starting to freak out.  Please just help me.”

You were beyond thankful you had been studying Korean for the past few years.

The man slowly turned to look at you, studying your features.  You could tell he could clearly see how distraught you were. You noticed that he was dressed quite casually for a company employee.  Orange Nike sneakers, black skinny jeans, white t-shirt, face mask… There was no way it was an employee. But, it couldn’t possibly be an idol either, right?  He just walked out of the front door like it was no big deal.  Then again, he did say he couldn’t stop for pictures…

“Oh sorry, I thought you were a fan.  They were out here all day.  Where do you need directions too?”

You were surprised to hear the man now speaking to you in English.  Not a lot of people you had encountered here did.  He began to pull down his facemask so he could speak more clearly.  As he did so, a wave of shock washed over you.  There was no doubting who was standing in front of you right now.  Johnny Seo.  Johnny must have taken notice of your surprise because he took a step back.

“So… You are a fan?  Like I said, I’m not allowed to stop for pictures.  I’m really sorry but our company won’t let us.”

“Oh no! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like NCT a lot.  But to be honest, I didn’t even realize it was you.  I thought you were a company employee!  I’m just really lost and want to go home.”

Johnny let out a soft chuckle at your words.  He ran his hand through his hair, almost as a sign of relief that you weren’t going to attack him.  It was almost kind of endearing that you genuinely approached him with no clue as to who he was.  He wasn’t used to that.

“Now I’m a bit offended,” he smirked. “THE Johnny Seo is standing right in front of you and all you can think about is going home?”

“Wow, cocky much Mr. Seo?  I mean, you’re handsome and all, but it’s late.  And I’m tired.  I guess I’m just not the type to swoon over idols?  I just like your music and appreciate how hard you guys work.”

He chuckled again, clearly amused by you.

“Thanks. That’s actually kind of refreshing. I’m so used to our fans screaming and even crying when they meet us.  It’s nice to meet someone who cares about what we do, not just who we are.”

He smiled at you so widely you couldn’t help but to smile back, despite being no closer to home than you were five minutes ago.

“So about those directions…”

“Oh right, sorry.  Where was it you needed to go?”

You told him your address and he burst out laughing.  You looked at him, puzzled, and he just laughed harder.

“You know that’s only about a 20 minute walk from here, right?”

You felt like an idiot.  You had spent god-knows how long aimlessly wandering around, when you were so close to your destination the whole time.   At the same time, if you hadn’t have been so stupid, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to Johnny.  Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened after all.

“I can walk you there if you want.  I just came out to go for a walk anyways.  No phone, no members…   Just needed some fresh air.  Plus we wouldn’t want you getting lost again.  Based on what I’ve seen, I have no faith that you can make it home on you own.”

You scowled slightly at his dig at you.   He could easily just tell you the way from here and you were sure you’d be fine. Although, taking him up on his offer meant spending more time with Johnny.  And you didn’t want to risk getting lost and ending up in the same situation twice in one night – or ever again for that matter.  You didn’t give it much more thought and gladly accepted your new guide’s company.  You started walking side-by-side towards your apartment.   However, no less than a few minutes into your walk, your stomach growled louder than you thought possible.  You realized that between idol-hunting with your new friends and then getting lost, you hadn’t eaten in hours.   You were so worried about getting home that you hadn’t even thought about it.   Of course, Johnny took notice as he glanced down at your stomach and let a small smile form on his lips.

“There’s a good café on the way if you want to stop there.  The members and I used to visit there a lot when we were trainees.”

“What if people see us?  Couldn’t it end up as a scandal or something?  We wouldn’t want people thinking THE Johnny Seo is dating some random girl.”

“It’s fine. It’s late and I doubt people will be around.  Plus, the owners are used to keeping the fans at bay and letting us have our privacy.”

Before you knew it Johnny had your left hand in his right, and you were being pulled into a café.

He bought the two of you hot chocolate and coconut cake, saying it was his favourite combination and insisted you try it too, especially since he was buying. It didn’t matter to you that Johnny was an idol, but the more time you spent with him, the more you grew to like him.  He was cocky, but just enough to be funny.  At the same time, he was humble and kind.  Your favourite thing was how easy he was to be around.  It was like you had skipped the part where you’re supposed to be strangers and just jumped into knowing each other for years.  You weren’t planning on telling him, but you were glad you had ended up lost earlier that night.

***

“So (y/n), you think I’m handsome?”

He raised an eyebrow at you as he opened the door on your way out of the café.

“What? “

“Earlier, when we first met.  You said you thought I was handsome.”

“We’ve been sitting and talking in this café for god knows how long and you bring this up now?  You’re an SM idol Johnny.  They don’t exactly recruit your average-looking person.”

“I guess not, but that doesn’t mean you have to think I’m handsome.”

“If I admit I said you were handsome earlier, will you drop this topic?”

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“I hate you.   I wish it was Ten who had come to my rescue instead.”

“To be honest, he probably would have been even more hopeless than you.”

From what you knew about the members, Johnny was probably right.   And the truth was you were glad you were with Johnny and not someone else.

***

“Well, this is my apartment building.  I can’t believe it was that close the whole time.”

“Yea, that was pretty stupid. But I’m still willing to walk you up to your apartment if you want.”

“That’d be nice.”

Truthfully, there was no reason at all for Johnny to come into the apartment building with you.  But you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him.   You wanted to see him again, often if possible.  Maybe even end up as more than friends.  But that was unlikely.  He was an idol.  He probably wouldn’t get much free time like this.  Plus, how would you ever contact him again?  You could feel something between the two of you for sure, but you were convinced it could never progress.

You arrived at your door and turned to face Johnny.  You could tell from his face that he didn’t want to say goodbye either. But, it didn’t feel right inviting him into you apartment.  What now?

“Hey (y/n), you got a pen?”

You looked at Johnny questioningly.  That was random, but, you weren’t going to ask questions.  He did just help you get home.  You opened the door to your apartment, and walked to your kitchen where you opened a drawer.  Taking out a pen, you turned back to Johnny who was waiting patiently in your doorway, a playful grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.  You handed him the pen and he suddenly grabbed your hand and began writing.

“Johnny what the heck are you doing?!”

“I’m writing my phone number on your hand.”

“Are you serious?  What is this, some cheesy 1990s rom-com?”

“Look, your phone’s dead and mine is back in the practice room.  If cheesy and old-school are my only options, then cheesy and old-school is what you’re gonna get.”

He finished writing and you looked down at his number on your hand.  You looked back up at him, planning to make another snide remark about how lame he was, but his face had changed.  His cheeky expression had disappeared, and he now looked thoughtful, as he glanced between his number on your hand and your face.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something?”

You nodded your head in approval.

“I’m really glad you got lost tonight.”

It was like he was speaking your thoughts from earlier in the café as his own.

“Have you heard of the Korean phrase 인연인가 ?” (read: “inyeoninga bwa”)

“No… What does it mean?”

“It means it must be fate.  I’ve never really understood it until now.”

In a way, the two of you meeting was like fate.  You looked up at Johnny, not being able to help the huge smile forming on your face. You felt like your face was going to rip in half.  His smile was just as big as yours, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful he was.

Johnny took both of your hands in his own, and slowly began to lean his face down towards your own.  Unknowingly, you closed your eyes in anticipation.  How did your night end up like this?  You didn’t care.  You wanted this to happen.  Just when you were ready to feel his lips press against yours, you heard him laugh as he dropped your hands and backed away.

“You didn’t think I was actually going to kiss you did you?”

“Are you serious Johnny?  Of all the people in the world who could have rescued me, it just had to be you didn’t it?”

“Come on, I’m pretty awesome.  I just don’t kiss on the first date.”

“Is that what this was?  A first date?”

“You bet.  Lucky you hey?  Getting to date THE Johnny Seo.”

“I hate you.”

“Don’t say that (y/n), maybe you’ll get that kiss on our second date. So don’t forget to text me, okay?”

And with that, he began to walk away.  You looked at your hand, the ink already beginning to smudge, probably from how sweaty your palms got when you thought he was going to kiss you.   You went to go plug in your phone so you could add his number.   Despite having no idea when, you were sure you would be seeing Johnny again.  You had to get that kiss.


**Kk so this is bad and like, twice as long as I intended it to be.  But I couldn’t stop writing haha.  Thank you sooooo much for reading and I hope you guys liked it!!  As always, let me know what you thought and feel free to leave a request in my ask box!**

Beast - Kylo Ren (Version 2)

Here’s verison 2! I’m giving you a warning, this is very dramatic, there is some drinking, and it’s very long! I hope you like it! Message me with feedback! 

Originally posted by tfareylo

Kylo Ren was infamous throughout out the galaxy, known as the poster boy for The first Order. He was cruel, unwavering in the fight against the Resistance; but you got a view of him that no one else did, even from your prison cell. You could remember the pictures of a smmiling little boy that General Leia had showed you. How could any love the beast he had turned into? Either way, she had entrusted you with her secret and now you could use it against her long-lost son. While you were on a scouting mission, your ship was jumped by a First Order Star Cruiser. The memories of Stormtroopers flooding the halls of your ship were still racing through your mind when the door to your cell opened one day. In the doorway stood the dark figure of Kylo Ren. You felt your knees threaten to buckle under the fear, but you thought of the cause and from that to your family. You had joined the Resistance to protect them and the possibility of being captured was part of the deal.

“You are strong,” echoed the robotic voice, “but not as nearly as strong as me.” You held your ground, standing before the hooded creature. You didn’t reply to his pointless statement, you knew who he truly was and that was your greatest strength. “Too scared to answer me, well, I do wish that changes during our interrogation.” The heavy metal door shut behind him and as if on queue, the chair in your room shot out behind you. A force pushed you down into the chair and you realized this was by his doing.

“Now,” he started, “tell me what your gang of killers was looking for.” Your nose twitched at his order. Your crew had been looking for any sign of First Order inhabited sections of galaxy when you were attacked; when members of your squad were murdered by the enemies.

“We’re the killers?” You hissed, catching the masked creature off guard. “We are not the killers here, the Resistance are the saviors. We will bring peace to the galaxy, the very peace you stole away.” Kylo Ren cocked his head to the side, as if examining you.

“You’re Y/N L/N, according to the files we found on your ship.” You tensed at the sound of your name, flashing back to the sounds of your comrades screaming for help as they were shot down by Stormtroopers. You gazed down at the floor, trying to block out the haunting memory. “A pilot, a very skilled pilot at that.” You continued to stare at the bland grey flooring, ignoring the monster that stood above you. “But that’s not why we spared you out of all the rest,” this peaked your interest. You gazed up at the masked figure, as if telling him to continue; and as if under your spell, he did. “I spared you because of what you know.”

“So what are you going to do,” you asked with a cocky tone “hold me captive forever?” Kylo Ren remained quiet, as if calculating your suggestion. “One just doesn’t forget their enemies real name,” you paused, “Ben Solo.” The creature lunged forward at the utterance of his real true name, but no harm was inflicted upon you. You locked your gaze with the eyes of the mask, staring but seeing nothing that lead you to believe that, whatever was hidden within was in fact human. Only prior knowledge confirmed the doubts that swirled in your mind. This was in fact him, the small boy you had seen; but now he was grown and a well-known murderer of the innocent.  He pulled away from you, his dark cloaks flowing as he moved.

“No, you fate is far worse than this prison cell,” he muttered, turning his back to you. He stepped forward and the door to the cell opened. “I hope you sleep well, Y/N.” With that final statement, he walked out of the small room. When his darkness disappeared behind the metal door, the force holding you against the chair lifted and you were able to move once more. That was until, the door opened again and a Stormtrooper hit you with a stun blast.


When you awoke, you found yourself covered by a heavy blanket. You sat up in the soft, large bed and looked around the large room. Dark curtains hung against the window, they were open and showing off the forest landscape outside. You crawled out from under the blanket to look outside the window. The forest outside resembled that of Endor, but the grassland to the left was unfamiliar to you. You looked down at yourself, taking in the dark clothes that adorned your body; clothes that weren’t your own. You turned around, taking in the rest of the room. A dark red, almost maroon wallpaper matched the rest of the gothic theme. A dark wood vanity, without a mirror, rest against the far right wall, nearest to the door. An open door at that.

You crept towards the door, peeking your head outside of it. Down the hall, you noticed more doors and a painting of the what you assumed was the grassland outside. You walked quietly towards the painting, admiring the piece of art. You heard footsteps fall from behind you but you waited until they grew closer to spin around. You extended an arm as you spun around, but the man behind you caught it before it could hit the side of his head.

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Tadashi Hamada Imagine - Sleepy Genius

As you opened one of the large doors to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, you cringed as the door clicked loudly and the sound seemed to echo through the seemingly empty building.
You silently closed the door again and pulled the hoody you wore tighter around yourself as you made your way to the elevator and pushed the button that sends the elevator on its slow journey to the robotics lab.
The elevator dinged lightly as it opened up to the dimly lit hallway. All of the lights were off, except for the ones in a certain inventor’s lab. The lights in his workspace sort of illuminated the hallway slightly as they seeped out from underneath the door.
You made your way to the door as quietly as possible and paused as you saw the faint outline of someone seated at a desk, tinkering with something. The figure was too busy concentrating to notice when you slid the door open slightly and slipped into the room before closing it again.
You slowly walked over to the hunched over boy and saw that he was fiddling with a circuit board, occasionally running his hands through his already messed up hair in frustration.
“Dashi, it’s time for bed.” You whisper these words in the handsome young man’s ear as you slowly wind your arms around his shoulders and rest your head on top of his.
Tadashi jumps slightly at the contact but relaxes almost instantly as your scent engulfs him and your sweet voice floats through his ears. He leans backward into your embrace with a sigh as he rubs his hands across his face before interlacing them with your own.
“I know baby, I know,” Tadashi replies tiredly. “I just need to finish this last component and I’ll be done for today.”
“Tadashi, it’s two in the morning.” You say blankly as you turn your head to give him a stern look. “You need to sleep, now, before that big brain of yours explodes.”
Tadashi gave a slight chuckle before taking in your serious look and giving you a sheepish smile in return. The staring competition commenced as your eyes gazed deeply into his chocolatey brown ones. The teen heaved a sigh as he knew that he couldn’t argue with you.
Tadashi grabbed the circuit board he was working on, put it inside of a tiny plastic box and stuck it in his top drawer before turning off the desk lamp, causing the room to dim drastically. Tadashi stretched out his aching limbs as you stood back and watched him, blushing slightly when you caught a sneaky peak of his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Tadashi grabbed his famous cap and pulled it over his unruly locks before grabbing his backpack and interlacing his fingers with yours with a gentle, yet tired smile. You returned the smile and tugged Tadashi’s large hand, guiding him out of his office.
Once all of the building’s lights had been turned off and the doors locked, you guided Tadashi to your adorable little car and the two of you buckled up so you could drive to your apartment. You didn’t attend the ‘nerd school’ with your boyfriend, but went to another university, so your parents helped you buy your own apartment fairly close to the campuses of both yours and Tadashi’s universities.
As you drove the car was silent apart from the radio playing softly. You glanced over at your boyfriend, only to find that he had fallen asleep as soon as his tired body came into contact with the soft, spongy material of the passenger seat.
You giggled quietly and internally cooed at the adorable sight before once again focusing on the road and pulling into the parking lot of your apartment building.  
“Dashi,” You sweetly whispered as you rubbed slow circles into his arm. “Sweetie, we’re here.”
Tadashi stirred slightly before a huge yawn took over as he rubbed at his tired eyes like a cute little toddler just waking from a nap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers along the baby soft hairs at his nape, waking him up a little more.
“Come on, let’s go inside baby.” As you said these words you grabbed the key from the ignition and climbed out of the car to grab Tadashi’s backpack from the backseat.
As the blurry eyed young man stumbled out of the car with a yawn, he seemed surprised as he realized exactly where he was.
“Babe, why aren’t we at the café?” Tadashi mumbled with confusion as he turned to you with the most adorable look on his face; like a puppy that would tilt its head in confusion.
“My place is closer, so I drove here instead,” You explained, even though the distance was pretty much the same either way. “Plus, I know how you feel about me driving home alone late at night.”
Tadashi didn’t argue with your reasoning and simply nodded as he threw an arm around your shoulders and followed as you led him into the apartment building and on your way to your apartment.
You struggled a little to keep Tadashi awake in the elevator as he rested limply against you and drifted in and out of dream land.
When you had finally gotten into your apartment Tadashi simply collapsed on your bed and started to doze off as he snuggled his face into the soft covers that smelt of you.
You giggled and simply shook your head as you unlaced and removed Tadashi’s converse from his large feet. Next you took off his signature baseball cap, followed by his soft yellow cardigan, his white T-shirt, and his brown denims.
Whilst you removed Tadashi’s clothes he simply dozed with a gentle smile on his face. Once your boyfriend was sorted you moved onto completing your own routine before bed. You took off all of your clothes, except for your underwear and threw on Tadashi’s shirt before heading to the bathroom to do your thing.
When you returned from the bathroom you noticed that Tadashi had moved from where he had collapsed on your bed earlier. He was now snuggled under the covers on what you two agreed was his side of the bed and had his arms spread out as if waiting for you to curl up in them.
After making sure that all of the lights were turned off and that your alarm clock was off, (you figured you and Tadashi could skip one day of classes) you climbed into your boyfriend’s waiting arms and snuggled up against his warm, muscular chest.
Tadashi wrapped his arms around you protectively and smiled as you placed a small lingering kiss on his collar bone. The teen nuzzled his nose into your soft hair and breathed deeply, taking in your comforting scent.
“Good night baby,” Tadashi mumbled. “I love you.”
“I love you too my Einstein.” Was your simple reply as you too started to drift off in the comfort and safety of Tadashi’s arms.

~ Hold My Hand ~

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Originally posted by cute-guysxx

Request: Jim Kirk, your boyfriend, teaching you to slow dance at a party. - Anon

Words: 2897

Warnings: None really, a little bit of tears and angst maybe, but the rest is hopefully fluff!

Beta’d: Again by the lovely @yourtropegirl! I’m sure all who follow me also follow her, but if you’re not following her… go do it! She’s lovely and kind and really, really nice!

A/N: I’M SO SORRY NONNIE! I have no idea why it took me so long, but I deleted this story at least 10 times before I found a beginning that I liked. And I’m also really sorry that the part of the actual dancing (or learning at least) was cut short, I just am a person with two left feet, so I kinda went with my own experience here (I did google how to teach slow dancing, but that didn’t really help me, because I had no idea how to turn what I saw into words, so I hope you’re not too mad at me!).

Tags (requested for this fic): @musingsongbird, @cookieoffortune 


“Ambassador Y/L/N?“

You put the little girl you had in your arms down on the ground and nudged her softly, pushing her in the direction of her friends and siblings, who were running around a little bit further down the path.

“Yes?,” you said, straightening yourself up and turning around to face the man who had spoken.

“I have a message for you. It’s from Yorktown.”

“Thank you”, you whispered, smiled weakly and took the letter with a trembling hand from the Vulcan. He just bowed a little and disappeared between some houses, his tunic floating in the wind.

As you pondered over the decision to open the letter or not, you walked down the path to the little cottage you called your home, at the border of the capital while you were on New Vulcan. Of course you had heard of the events in Yorktown and about the destruction of the Enterprise during the rescue mission of that alien’s crew, so you knew that the letter would come sooner or later.

The moment you walked through the door you slumped down to the floor, your body shaking and tears flowing. Not only had you lost your good friend Ambassador Spock some time ago, now you had to live with the knowledge that your boyfriend and his crew had passed away too.

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Sami x reader where the reader has a huge crush on Dolph but she doesn’t realize he’s stringing her along and her best friend Sami gets angry at Dolph and she overhears the argument?

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“Come on sweet cheeks just get me a bottle of water, please” Dolph gave me his biggest smile as I blushed”

“Fine” I shot him my biggest smile then went to do as he asked

“(y/n)” Sami yelled at me from down the hall “where you off to?”

“I’m just getting a water for Dolph” I turned into catering to grab a bottle. I turned to see Sami looking at me oddly “what?” I asked as I headed back to we’re Dolph was waiting

“I just don’t know why you are still on that” He waved his hands in front of his face as I laughed

“Of course I am, he’s so handsome and sweet, and I’m telling you he likes me back, I’m sure” I gave him a quick smile before heading back, stopping to turn back “We still going to the next town together?”

“Yeah, of course” He waved back before I headed back to Dolph. Not seeing the scowl on his face as I walked off.


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over [matt murdock]

prompt: you and matt were great friends but he cut you off once he started patrolling the streets so he would keep you safe. you, on the other hand, can’t get over it until you know why he pushed you away like that.

a/n: this is inspired by a prompt i saw ages ago when i was too scared to write, however i can’t find the link to the blog and im sorry!!!

Originally posted by arabellawrites


Staring at the ceiling fan of your apartment was never an ideal Friday night. Not like you had anywhere to be, not anymore at least. You were never a very social person so your circle of friends was relatively small. Only people you’ve really connected with were the friends you made in collage - Matt and Foggy.

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“Mount Fuji.” Harry answers smugly – he was the one who named him, and Y/N looks over to him with the fondest eyes he’s ever seen.

“Mount Fuji? That just made him even cuter!” She all but whines, looking down at the dog seriously, “I will give all my love to you.”

Harry slides off the barstool, walking over and crouching down besides the two of them, “Y'know usually he doesn’t like strangers. Think you might be some sorta dog whisperer.”

Y/N looks over to him, but there’s no witty quips at her mouth, only smiling at him with the softest gaze he’s ever seen her have, eyes filled with so much unadulterated love for this Pug and it makes his heart swell with warmth.

Harry vows that one day, he’s going to get her to look at him like that.

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Harry is on the football team and Y/N steals a dog

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anonymous asked:

Ah! I forgot to add details: - Crush (Gentleman, outgoing and goofy but sexy at the same time) - Y/N (She's black, long braids, very shy) - Romance/Fluff + Smut Hyoseob (aka Crush) and Y/N are good friends + have been liking each other for a long time but haven't confessed it yet. They've just finished watching a movie + decide to go to the arcade after their little cinema date. It gets late + Crush invites Y/N to his apartment. Things get heated. He takes it nice + slow afterwards😏

Gentleman(AMBW):

“Do you want some more popcorn?” Hyoseob asked you, smiling brightly he leaned over the large popcorn bowl he had brought for the both of you before the movie started.

“Just.. A little bit more you’re going to get me fat.” You teased him, reaching over to press your hand into the bowl to scoop up some popcorn in your hand munching on the extra butter.

“Hey! That’s not true but even if you did become a plump fluffy donut I’d still eat you.” Hyoseob teased winking at you. The both of you bursting out into a fit of laughter in the movie theaters as the last few scenes rolled up. You both knew you were supposed to be quiet and you often received looks from the other patrons watching the movie but you didn’t care, because your attractive best friend was beside you.

“I don’t think your girl would like it if you were to eat me.” You teased him back, he rolled his eyes pulling at one of your braids.

“Barbra would be so mad.” He joked pulling back.

“SHHHHH!”  A person shushed you and Hyoseob looked back at them, anger flashing quickly across his handsome features before it died down turning to look at you.

“Yeah y/n SHHHHH!” He playfully teased and you hit his shoulder, causing him to pretend he was hurt clutching onto his arm. You rolled your eyes at him this time around, your hands wiping on the paper towels and soon after you were taking a sip of your ice getting into the Beauty and the Beast. Your heart clutched seeing the tea cup and her son as well as the other items becoming stone and hardened.

“Oh no..” You quickly felt your heart sink as you watched the clip play out. Hyoseob could feel the sadness from you and he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t feel anything from this movie but he wasn’t going to cry over something like this in front of you it wasn’t macho. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder careful not to yank your long braids. His arm keeping you close to his body so that he could comfort you as you let little tiny tears fall down your reddening cheeks. His hand reached up to slightly run across your bare cheek and you looked up at him seeing what he wanted. Both of your faces were inches from each other. His eyes staring into yours, you heard the main song for beauty and the beat playing causing you to look back at the screen smiling widely as you saw all the characters come back to life. You got excited smiling like a big kid. Hyoseob chuckled watching your antics as you sat up. He slid his arm down your back in a comforting manner, his own eyes dancing over your features before he looked back at the screen as the movie came to an end. When the movie credits started to roll, he stretched out and rolled his head a bit.

“So, are you ready to go gaming?” He asked you, nodding your head you stood up with him grabbing the trash. Pushing your trash into the trashcan as you watched out of the movie room you were in you saw him look at a girl. You smiled softly seeing him engrossed in what she was doing, she was beautiful pecking away at her phone as she waited by the restroom.

“Are you going to go get her?” You teased nudging him with your elbows.

“Nah, she is a beauty but I have my eyes on someone else. And before you ask! I will introduce her to you soon.” He patted your head watching as you stuck out your tongue at him heading towards his car.

The drive to the arcade was quiet and peaceful. Hyoseob jamming out to music and rapping even if the lyrics were wrong. Your hands busied yourself on your phone, playing a game on your device and occasionally singing back to his horrible rapping until you were pulling up in front of the place. Hyoseob got you out of the car, holding your hand he led you towards the game room buying you both tokens.

As he got everything for you, your eyes couldn’t help but appreciate how handsome he was. His jawline and tanned skin. How deep his voice was he spoke. It was the little things you started to notice, how his jeans fit his thighs right, how you knew he was toned up under his shirt though he didn’t show it off. And those plump lips that he had. You wanted to kiss him, your best friend you wanted to kiss. Shaking your head, you walked off from him to go find a game just to keep yourself preoccupied.

“She gets like that when she is nervous. I hope she is ready for tonight.” He admitted to the other male behind the counter thanking him for the tokens.

Hyoseob found you staring at a racing game, smiling to himself it was his turn to notice you. How your nose flared out when you concentrated, or the way you gave a soft sigh once you felt either happiness or defeat. How you spaced out to think beyond the images flashing across the screen. Your tongue that occasionally swept across your bottom lip to wet them. You didn’t have on anything fancy, just a long sleeve button up shirt and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. Your braids were pinned back into a big braid and hanging free on the bottom layer, a flower crown on your head. Hyoseob walked up to you wrapping an arm around your waist whispering.

“Wake up.”

You slapped at his chest, resulting to hitting him when you couldn’t control your emotions and he died in laughter not being able to hold it.

“You’re so cute when you daze out I couldn’t help myself. Want to race?” He asked you and that’s what started your night of gaming. Both of you were equally good at something, but Hyoseob had the upper hand on most shooting games. You took him down in dancing games and the racing was equally one between you both. He got the games for the basketball tossing, he was a pro and you were slightly jealous. When the night was finished, he walked with you to the front, it was getting late and he knew you would be tired. Once you both stood in front of the prize line. Hyoseob watched you pick out a big fluffy Snorlax teddy bear that you wanted.

“C-can I have that one please?” You asked nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you clutched the stack of 700 tickets in your hands because you had gamed so much.

“I’m sorry ma’am, that costs 20,000 tickets.” The man informed you. All the hope you had in your body just seemed to die out and the light was erasing from you. Hyoseob watched it all happen. Unraveling his stack of tickets and pulling out his receipts from previous days where you gamed, he handed it over to the male behind the counter who raised his eyebrows in shock.

“W-what are you doing?” You whined slightly seeing your best friend giving over his savings for you.

“I’ve seen you eye that bear since we’ve started coming here. It’s annoying.” He lied reaching for the item that was still hanging on the wall.

“Hyo..” You frowned gently your body getting warmer as your heart strings started to tug.

“Listen if you love me take this damn bear.” He grumbled walking off. You knew how serious he was about gamming and wining stuff for himself. Taking the bear from the man behind the counter you cuddled it waddling outside behind your best friend as the big Pokémon rested against your body.

“Are you going to take me home now?” You asked him as he opened the door for you and put Snorlax in the back. He strapped the bear into his seat, chuckling as he got into the driver seat.

“Son you need to lose a few pounds or you won’t be able to fit.” He started to drive the car from the gaming place causing you to laugh.

“And why is he your son? We aren’t dating.” You crossed your arms over your chest and he smirked shrugging.

“In a sense, I helped make him did I not? I put in work for him girl.” You playfully pinched his arm causing him to groan.

“You’re so kinky y/n, do you like causing me pain?” He asked frowning at you. Your cheeks heated up deeply, yeah of course, there were some things you didn’t tell him and you were a freak you just didn’t let anyone else know about it. “Look at that nose flare. I know all I need to know.” He chuckled pinching your cheek. “Come back to my place?” He asked you stopping at a red light looking down at the time. “It’s late and you live far away. I don’t want to drop you off and have to drive back to my house alone. And my house is closer.” He pouted using some aegyo and you couldn’t say no to him. Giving in you nodded your head.

“Weellllll you did give me a son.” You teased playfully.

It didn’t take long for you to get to his house. He carried your teddy bear inside to place it on the couch, both of you taking turns to shower. You ended up wearing one of his long sleeved oversized shirts because you didn’t want to wear your clothes that you kept at his house or the clothes you went out today in. Hyoseob ended up changing into sweats and a tank top. You both were sitting on the couch, Snorlax on the other one as a scene from an animated movie played out. You gave a soft yawn, but you didn’t want to go to sleep yet.

“Tired?” He asked you, his own voice become a bit raspy as he paid attention to the TV.

“Nope you?” You asked him as he grabbed at your hand.

“Well.. I can’t really go to bed like this, now can I?” You were going to ask what he meant, but he soon was placing the palm of your hand onto his hardened erection. You could feel his outline through the sweats. Immediately your face changed from brown to red. Hyoseob loved making you blush but he couldn’t deny how much he wanted you, there was so much to you. You were different even your culture and he adored everything about you. It was driving him mad to see you in nothing but his shirt, and how you are smelling of him, how your breast pressed against the fabric of his shirt without a bra. He groaned his cock twitching under the soft feel of your sweaty palm.

“H-Hyoseob..” You tried off feeling your voice dye in your throat as your palm instinctively rubbed him through his sweats.

“Just tell me if I need to stop.” He mumbled lifting himself a bit, he moved to push your leg open on the couch, reaching down his hand that was on top of yours to cup your pussy, rubbing your bare folds that were quickly becoming wet from the teasing and buildup. He let his fingers slid up and down your pussy causing you to let out a quiet timid moan. He pressed his lips together before he moved to press his forehead against yours, licking across your bottom lip.

“I want you.” He whispered softly, his middle finger rubbing against your clit as his first and ring finger spread your lips wide. He played with it, tapping against the bud before he slid his finger down your slit slowly.

“Hyo..” You groaned out almost throwing your head back. Your hand moving to slip inside of his sweats, he had on no boxers so it was easy for you to grip onto his shaft and stroke him slowly. He felt much bigger than you ever expected.

“Can I, have you?” He teased knowing the answer from how your legs quivered but he had to be sure. Sliding his middle finger inside of your tight entrance he bit on his bottom lip. He reached deep, burying his finger until the knuckle was in, wiggling it around he caused you to cry out, the back of your head hitting the couch now.

“Yes. Please take me.” You said softly looking at him with lust filled eyes, the want apparent on your face and you didn’t want to hide it anymore.

“What was that?” He asked thrusting his finger harder into you, causing you to let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

“I SAID YES! Take me dammit. Just.. Not in front of our son.” You teased him lightly. He paused his lips twitching as he pulled his finger from you.

“Don’t ruin my sex appeal. I need you to want me.” He almost whined. You pulled your hand from his sweats, you watched as he licked his finger winking at you, so in return you licked the palm of your hand causing him to release a rough breath.

Hyoseob picked you up, carrying you to his room, he laid you down on your back, turning on his light before he was crawling over you. Your legs spread wide inviting him in. “My brown kitten.” He teased stroking your thighs before his lips found yours. One of his hands cupped your cheeks, he kissed you with passion taking his time to press kisses against your lips. He let you get used to kissing him, occasionally biting on your bottom lip or licking at it before he was slipping his tongue inside of your mouth. You let him, giving up the dominance just to enjoy his tongue roaming against yours. His hands moved around your waist, gripping your bare ass cheeks as he ground himself against you. The imprint of his dick pressing against your wet core as he dry humped you. You were quickly a moaning mess, pressing your hips back against his, your hands moving to press against his biceps as his tongue traced all around your mouth, over your tongue and teeth over the roof or your mouth and back to your tongue. He pulled back to look down at you taking deep breaths as he pushed his hips hard against you causing you to moan.

“I can’t believe I even got myself to hold back this much. Do you know how much I’ve wanted you y/n? You’ve made me crazy. I don’t know when I fell for you, but I do know it’s been a while. And we don’t have to talk about this right now, because I really need you. But I want you to be mine.” The sincerity in his voice made your heart feel like it was stopping. Either way you agreed nodding your head as you listened to him.

“You know that I want you. But we have time to deal with that. Right now let’s focus on getting you off because I don’t think my pussy will be able to handle this too much longer. You are making me so wet.” You whimpered slightly, he nodded his head in understanding a slight smirk on his lips. You watched as he pulled back looking down at his sweats that were soaked out from your juices, the outline of his dick becoming more prominent.

He let his hands push up your shirt slowly mumbling ‘dirty girl’ under his breath as he kissed on your stomach and between your breast. Soon he was lifting the shirt off your head and throwing it onto the floor.

“You’re such a fucking beauty.” He admitted, moving your hands from your shy face. He cupped your breast, running his fingers across your soft skin, watching as your nipples puckered up. He watched you before he leaned down, licking across the flesh softly sucking on the little hard pebbles biting on them gently. He pulled back making your skin sloppy and wet. Messy from his actions as he painted your neck and your breast with hickeys. Once he felt you were wet enough for him, and he could see the juices making a puddle on the bed under you he pulled away smiling down at you. He pushed down his sweats and threw them across the room with his shirt, picking you up he flipped you around, letting you face his hardened erection as he placed your legs on either side of his face looking at your glistening center.

You were eager to grip at his shaft, your mouth watering as you looked at the large organ. Your tongue slipped from your lips and ran across the head of his dick, lapping at the precum, you made sure to suck it all up proceeding to slide down his erection. He was a good side, he stretched out your mouth but you weren’t complaining. Bobbing your head up and down slowly, you felt his tongue press against your clit, two of his fingers escaping inside of you. He fingered you slowly, prepping you and making sure to scissor his fingers as your wetness escaped past his lips. The both of you matching pace, your hips lifting towards each other’s mouth in a needy manner. He felt your pussy give a squeeze signaling from him to pull back after he throbbed in your mouth. Slapping your ass, he gripped at the flesh spreading you wide.

“Ride me.” He almost begged quietly.

More than eager to do so you flipped off him, to straddle his waist once again, facing him this time. He gripped at your hips sucking in air once you grabbed at the base of his shaft and rubbed it up and down your soaking pussy. You slide down onto him slowly, letting him fill you up, your head rolled back and your lips parted slightly. You sat still on him making sure he was comfortable inside of you before your hands moved to press against his chest. Your nails dug into his skin as you bounced lightly on him. Hips slapping against each other, the few tiny groans being left from each of your lips. Your head rolled back around so that you could look at him, seeing his glistening lips you leaned down to lick up your essence from his face as he started to grip on your hips tighter picking up the pace. Your lips found one another’s once again, his hands moving to your ass to dig his nails into the plump flesh. He made you grind on his dick more than ride him, the new position he gave causing him to reach deep inside of you and to press against your spot. Your legs trembled on him, you felt so full and so much pleasure coursed through your body. Hyoseob was close but he made sure to get you off first, the soft pubic hairs rubbing against your lower stomach as he fucked into you.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum.” You whimpered out against his lips, your hips trying to speed up and he allowed you to pick up the pace slowly.

“Cum for me baby. I want to feel you tighten around me.” He admitted. Giving in you shut your eyes searching for your release as you started to feel tingly down below. Your eyes screwing shut tighter as your mouth flew open and his name was released off your lips in a choked cry.

Hyoseob watched in amazement and how good it looked when you were pleasured. He threw his own head back moaning your name as he quickly lifted you up wanting to be careful so he came on his lower stomach and a bit on your legs and thighs causing you to pant against his warm skin. Sweat dripped down both of your glowing bodies, the sheets became clammy and hard to stay on but he didn’t care.

“How about round two in a bubble bath?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hmmm, only if you ride me this time.” You teased. He picked you up kissing your lips and walked into the bathroom giving you your answer.