i still had hope she was going to get a huge comeback


 highschool au

 genre: pure, complete fluff

 pairing: jungkook // you

 word count: 6k

 warnings: none

Description: Your grades are slipping too low for your liking, you’re reprimanded by the student council president, Jeon Jungkook has got you feeling some type of way, and additionally, you agree to go to his basketball game. What could go wrong?

A/N: the first fic oops i don’t really know if this blog will go in the fic direction, i’ll see how it goes. feedback is appreciated!!

You slam your locker door shut after you throw in your gym clothes, breathing out of your nose as slowly as you can as you lean against the locker, hands clenched so tightly the veins were visible.

“Woah, what’s up with you today, Y/N?” Tzuyu, Jackson, and Yerim,  three of your closest friends, gather around you. All three of them have concerned looks on their faces.

“That little…” you mutter angrily, looking up. Tzuyu’s eyebrows rise at your frustrated look.

“Hey, I asked you, are you okay?” She pokes your shoulder. You wordlessly yank out a rumpled piece of paper out of one of the many folders in your arms and flap it in front of her face.

“Just look at this,” you seeth, eyes smoldering. “My average for physics dropped. All because I wasted my time to help Golden Boy study. How am I supposed to be valedictorian now?”

At that, Yerim rolls her eyes as Tzuyu scans the paper. “Are you serious? You’re upset about, like a 2% drop? I have a 87 for your information.” Jackson just snorts.

“You should know how Y/N gets about her grades, Yerim. She’s ranked one, so obviously she has to keep her grades up if she wants to keep her ranking.”

“Well,” Tzuyu says breezily as she hands the piece of paper back to you, “I don’t get what you have against Jeon Jungkook. I mean, he’s actually really nice, smart, and good looking. Oh, and athletic since he’s also the basketball team captain now that Yoongi is injured.”

“He asked you nicely if you could help him too,” Yerim adds. “Always a first.”

“You don’t get it,” you grit out, brushing the hair falling over your eyes out of your face. The four of you begin to make your way back to your homeroom classrooms, with Jackson bidding a farewell as he is a year older.

“One, he’s not attractive Tzuyu-” you begin, disgusted (you’re lying to yourself but no way were you admitting that), “and two, I helped him for two hours studying for that huge test, and while I only got a 94, he got a perfect. His grades are better than mine at this rate. It’s not fair.”

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I’ve got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies

for @legividivici, hope you like it!! <3 (ao3)

The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.

She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.

So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”

Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.

“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”

Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.

She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.

But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.

“You here with Wells?”

“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”

“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.

Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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Title: Better Than Her

Title: Better Than Her

Type: angst

Characters: Reader X Yuta

Word Count: 1755

Summary: It’s already been 7 months but he’s still not over his ex

A/N: yall i was bored and felt angsty for some reason so i decided to write this with yuta. I hope it’s angsty enough for angst-loving binches like me 😅

hope you’ll enjoy it tho 💕💕


Originally posted by taesyong

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anonymous asked:

Ahhh! I've been looking for a blog with open requests thank you thank you! Can I have RFA +Saeran walking in on MC playing an instrument like really well? Like she'd been hiding it but they Caught her? Thank you! I would love you 5ever lololol

Maybe this isn’t as fluffy as you wanted, I tried to give MC some motivation for not wanting to play, and some of them are kinda sad, but I hope you still enjoy this!

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC playing an instrument really well


  • You told him you used to play violin as a kid, but never showed him, alleging you were rusty
  • It was one of his rehearsals on stage, you were watching this in your seat
  • When there was a problem with the sound system, the pre-recorded soundtrack from one of the song wasn’t working
  • He immediately looks at you and tells somebody in the staff to get a violin asap
  • “Come on, babe! You’ve got this!” “Zen, it’s been too long! It will sound awful!” “So my melodic and soothing voice will muffle any bad sounds. Please? I just need something to set the mood for my solo!”
  • How can you say ‘no’ to his pleading eyes? You agree hesitatingly. The staff guy hands you a violin.
  • Zen starts to sing as you gently move the bow on the violin’s chords. It starts a little rough, but you get used to it pretty quickly.
  • Everybody is staring at you, and Zen stops singing to watch you. Shit! Is it that bad? You stop immediately, puzzled.
  • “Babe, it’s wonderful!” he hugs you, and all the staff go “awwwww”.
  • Now he never rehearses his songs without your violin soundtrack.


  • You showed him photos of when you used to be on marching band at school
  • Yeah, he always wondered why there was a big tuba hidden on your closet, he never thought you actually played it, this thing seems so big for you
  • He begs you to play a little for him, you refuse telling how long has it been, you probably don’t even know how to do this anymore.
  • So he takes the tuba and tries to blow, it’s so cute because he’s so red and it can’t even make a sound.
  • He tries and tries, but bless his heart, he’ll pass out due to lack of oxygenation on the brain if he keeps going with this.
  • So you gently take the tuba and give him a few tips about how to properly breathe and how to place your lips correctly, showing him to do it in the process.
  • Then you realize you’re actually playing the tuba, and he’s watching you with all the attention in the world.
  • Did he just trick you to play to him? Oh, behind that cute face, there’s a mischievous brain…
  • “Oh, I think I got it, MC. Let me try again!” Nah, not really, he really just wanted to learn how to play.
  • He manages to make a very weak sound to come out of the tuba, and you aren’t even able to tease him as how much he’s celebrating to his little improvement.


  • She notices you have the tendency of drumming your fingers on the table, you always apologize if it’s annoying her
  • But it’s never annoying, because it sounds really rhythmical, as if you knew exactly how to drum.
  • She asks you and you shyly explain you used to play drum, actually, you were on a band in high school
  • You showed the photos and she loves it, you looked really cool back then, she would never say it out loud, but you looked “badass”
  • She wants to see you play so much, but you brush it off telling your old drum is at your parent’s place and you’re very rusty.
  • But she keeps begging, and you’re such a sucker when she pleads you just like that. Also, it’s a great excuse to take her to meet your parents lolololol
  • So there you are in your old room, she can’t hold back a chuckle seeing all the rock band posters, you were so different back then…
  • But yeah, probably not that different when you hit the drumsticks against each other says: “1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4!” and start playing.
  • You even get a little cocky twirling one of the drumsticks in the palm of your hand before hitting the drums. You just really want to impress her.
  • Your father knocks at the door telling you to shut it down, and you immediately stop, he thinks you’re obeying him, but you just stopped to make out with your girlfriend.
  • Yeah, nothing much changed since you were a teenager, after all.


  • C & R just bought a record company, the fist artists to sign up are this rock band
  • Even though he hates it, Jumin is doing PR and meeting the guys, he brought you along to make this bearable
  • You’re trying so hard not to fangirl, you love this band and are so happy they are making a comeback under your fiancée’s label record!!!
  • Jumin is bored as shit, but he keeps smiling and posing to the photos with the band.
  • One of the photographers suggests he should hold the bass, he refuses and passes it to you. “Here, why don’t you do it?” you look at him, puzzled.
  • You awkwardly take the bass and run your fingers on the chords, it’s been a while… “Do you play?” one of the guys in the band asks.
  • “She used to.” Jumin answers for you “See how it feels natural on her hands?” you’re blushing hard, it’s too hard to handle this interaction between your fiancée and the guy you used to have this huge crush when you were younger, and they’re talking about you!
  • The guys keep encouraging you to play a little, and how wouldn’t you do it? All the men you love are expecting this from you! So you play a famous bass line from one of their band’s songs.
  • The guys are cheering you and Jumin smiles softly. You told him how you had to sell your bass to pay a few bills and how much you missed to play it.
  • Luckily enough, now you’re earning this bass with the autographs from all the band’s members a a gift. Jumin can’t hold back his own smile seeing you so happy.
  • But his smile fades away as the guys get too excited about you, telling they want to take you on tour and everybody would pay attention to a bass player like you.
  • You smile politely, step away a little and hold Jumin’s hand. He’s not the rock star of your teenage dreams, he’s just… something even better. And you’re more into private jam sessions right now, with just you fiancée as your audience.


  • Due to the background check, he is pretty aware of your passion for jazz and how you used to play the sax when you were a teenager.
  • He didn’t find any videos of you playing, though. What a shame…
  • But he knows you keep a sax on your closet, and he’s dying to watch you perform a little to him.
  • You are not sure what you’re looking at when he invites you to come over. He’s wearing a black beret, round shaped glasses, a black turtleneck sweater and black pants.
  • “MC, I would be so glad if we could inspire each other. I wrote this spoken word piece, would you play a little?”
  • “Saeyoung, it’s been so long.” “Oh, but what is time, MC? If nothing but this old man holding his pocket watch, watching us through his thick lens of despair, despairing at how much time he lost without living the fullest…” he talks dramatically, doing some contemporary dance moves with his arms.
  • Yeah, you have nothing to say, better put your lips on the sax’s mouthpiece and go along with whatever he’s trying to do.
  • As he keeps reciting something about space cats and salty and sweet flavors of HBC and Dr. Pepper dancing in his mouth, you just focus on playing the sax.
  • Why did you ever stop doing this? Yeah, maybe you couldn’t be a pro as you wished, but playing just for fun is awesome too, you shouldn’t have been so hard on yourself.
  • Saeyoung apparently agrees, as he’s watching you, mesmerized. He even stopped reciting his great poem just to listen to you and be transported to New Orleans, circa 1922.
  • When you finish, he’s applauding you. This will definitely be the main subject on his next poem.


  • He also has a background check of you, and he knows you play piano! He even managed to get some videos of you doing recitals as a kid and as a teenager.
  • He lost count of how many times he watched those, and every single time, he whispered to himself: “So… fucking… cute!”
  • He would love to watch you live, but how could he manage to get a piano?
  • You’re organizing a RFA party, the first one since he officially joined the organization, he doesn’t care about anything , he just wants a piano at the party.
  • As the party is happening, you keep watching the piano player, Saeran notices and observes your fascinated face, you look like you’re on a trance.
  • “You alright?” “Yeah, sure, it’s just… I used to play piano to my sister when she was alive. I… didn’t feel like playing when she left. Is this silly?” oh… now he feels like an asshole, this piano is giving you bad memories!
  • “No, It’s not silly, I guess…” “Yeah… so hey, let’s get back to work!” and then everything felt wrong about that piano there. Shit, what was he thinking? He really thought you would just see the piano and feel this urge to play it? Stupid! That’s what he gets from daydreaming so much about you.
  • When the party is over, you two are working on make sure everything turned out as planned. He sees the empty room, and the piano there… ugh, he feels sick! And he can’t even look at you.
  • “Hey, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry about the piano thing, okay? I thought you would like to play as soon as you would see it, I didn’t know, I…” “Hey, it’s fine! Don’t worry!”
  • You chuckle “That’s why you were so insistent on the piano?” he’s blushing. And he’s even redder when you sit on the bench. “Any requests from the audience?”
  • “Hey! You don’t need to do this for me! Come on!” “Nah, I want to, it’s been a while I don’t play to someone who’s so willing to listen. So… got any request?”
  • He loves everything you play, and he catches himself sitting beside you, completely hypnotized by your focused eyes and your agile fingers.
  • But what he really likes is when you teach him to play a few notes of “Three Blind Mice”. Your sister always smiled when you played this one, it was almost like the smile you’re receiving right now from him. Turning bad memories into good ones is so overwhelming.
(W)rapped Around Her Finger

Originally posted by btsleepy

A/N: I had my first request sent into my inbox. Thanks for trusting me enough to write something for you, I feel like what I write is trash. I don’t want to make this a series but I can see this being longer than one part haha. ALSO I suck at coming up with titles as you can see

Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you’re both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕

Pairing: J-hope x Reader (Ugh I love this little ball of sunshine so much I can’t stop writing about him.)

Summary: You and J-hope are both rappers and he seems to have a huge crush on you although you have always failed to see it. 

Genre: Angst,Fluff.

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He Didn’t Say Pie

Summary: All Y/N wanted to do was lay back, relax, maybe even watch some Netflix; however, when a shifter accidentally gets into the bunker, she finds out she may need a bit of help from her brothers.
She just hopes she can tell the real Winchester from the fake.
Word Count: 1936
Warnings: mild gore, some swearing (flashbacks are in italics)
A/N: ehhh not my proudest work but it was one of my ideas so I figured why the hell not??
ALSO my dudes requests are open so feel free to hmu and I’ll try to spit out some stuff and see what happens;)

Gun drawn, Y/N stalked silently through the bunker halls. The boys were out hunting, so it wasn’t like she had backup. She was on her own. Y/N took in a deep breath as she leant outside the kitchen entrance, listening to the sounds of someone moving around. Hopefully, when her brothers came back, she’d be alive.

As long as they didn’t shoot her first.


Y/N plopped onto Sam’s bed as she logged into her Netflix account. She chose to stay back from the hunt this time- needing some “lady time,” as Dean had put it- due to still being sore from the last one. Ghouls were stronger than she’d initially thought.

Sam and Dean had left two days ago, helping out another hunter with a demon problem the next town over. Nothing too big, so Y/N had figured that she could let them take it over. They’d be fine.

She was about to click the next episode of How to Get Away with Murder when the sound of the door slamming shut resounded throughout the bunker. Frowning, she checked her phone. The boys were doing a case close by, she knew that, but this was too early for them to be back. They were good, but not that good.

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CAN’T FEAR YOUR OWN WORLD Part 3 Full Translation.

TN: When this third part was released on the Bleach/Jump+ app, Narita tweeted that “main house” was written in place of “branch house” in one line, I’ve spotted that line and made those amendments in my translation below already. He apologised for any confusion and has stated this will be corrected in the printed book version. Also sorry this is really late but I got super busy again but I thought I should finish this translation up now since the next part comes out at midnight tonight on the app. Very long chapter btw.

Chapter 2


Several days later - Rukongai.

Hisagi Shūhei is engaged in two different occupations at the same time.

One of those occupations is his professional duties as Squad 9 vice captain, which everyone knows.

The other is being the editor-in-chief of the Seireitei Communication.

Seireitei Communication is a public institution magazine that is occasionally circulated throughout​ Seireitei and as far as some parts of Rukongai, it is basically under the management of the 9th division.

Naturally, it ought to be treated as equal occupations, but because the nature of the work differs too greatly from primary Shinigami duties, it was in effect, perceived by society as something akin to a side job.

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Building Up Inside Me / Jeff Atkins

Building Up Inside Me

Jeff Atkins x FemReader

Warnings: Swearing, depressing

A/N: I have had this idea for a while now and I cant wait to bring it to life. This is a series so this first part is mostly getting to know the situation. I will try to post the second part soon. Don’t forget that I am always taking in recommendations. I love you all. 


      “Do not forget the heels you look fabulous in” Hannah your best friend said “I know your not looking for a relationship but why not flirt a little while were there?” she had a huge grin on her face.

      “You know you haven’t stopped smiling since you and Clay got together” I said as a playful comeback. She knows you haven’t dated anyone since your ex that scarred you. Not because it was an abusive relationship just because it was like you were in prison. He had to know where you were every second and if you didn’t reply back fast enough, he would get mad.

      “Well I’m happy Y/N, happy for the first time in a long time” said Hannah. Shes right, she hasn’t been like this in forever and I love seeing her happy, I love to see her smile. “Tony’s here! crap” 

       We both scramble around, I grab my heels while Hannah runs out of the room quickly remembering that she forgot her phone on my bed. We finally make it to the front door while scream at my mom that we are leaving. 

       Tony of course had to make a couple jokes about how bad we looked running out the door. “So Hannah, you excited to see Clay tonight?” Tony is always proud that he brought them together, with Jeff’s help of course.

        “You ask that every time we go out party’s Tony” Hannah snorted. “But of course I’m excited who wouldn’t be when they are going to see their boyfriend” Hannah dazes off looking out the window.

        “Were here!” I ran out of that car so fast to get to the front door, I wasn’t excited before but now I am. 

        we opened the door to the smell of puberty, which pretty much smelled like booze and sweat. It was exhilarating, I loved that everyone was free. I was free.

        “Y/N” It was Sheri trying to get my attention. “We are just starting a game of… of… wait what was it called. That one with the cards and the kissing” Sheri Snorted.

        I could already tell she was so drunk, she couldn’t even walk. I joined because I still had my rush of coming in here. I was sat in between Jeff and Sheri. We started to play and Sheri started away from me. Then it zoomed off to Courtney then Zach then Jessica. Next was Jeff. I didn’t know who I was sitting next until I saw him. “Shit, Shit, Shit” I said in my head. Then Jeff went to give me the card but, he dropped it. I don’t know if he dropped it on purpose or on accident but before I knew it we were kissing. 

        Jeff Atkins was kissing me! me! reality was flooding back to me and then I felt him ginning. “haha oh my gosh Jeff, wtf!” said Justin, he pulled away and looked at Bryce and said “There I did it can I have the $20 now!” 

       I was out of there before Jeff could even blink. I was walking in the middle of the road with heels in my hand and mascara running down my face. I was done. I didn’t want to move anymore, I didn’t want to speak.

       Through the glare in my eyes I saw lights behind me. I prayed it was Tony coming to pick me up. It wasn’t. It was Jeff.

       I moved to the side hoping he was just trying to pass. but he slowed down following me. “Y/N, please let me explain i just-”

       “EXPLAIN WHAT, YOU BEING AN ASSHOLE, THAT’S WHAT YOU HAVE TO EXPLAIN” I slowly felt my body shutdown. “You don’t have to because I have already made up my mind that you are an asshole that likes to play with girls feelings.” I don’t want to pass out and make a fool out of myself evermore so I just sat down.

       I heard a brake on a car so I just put my face in my hands so i could cry in peace. “ Y/N, Y/N! Goddammit please let me explain.” I felt the acid bubbling under my skin. He stood across from me on the street, then I heard a car coming up. It was Tony, thank god it was Tony.

       “Hey, what did you do!” Tony said angrily. “ Y/n, are you alright, I swear!” Tony looks at Jeff pissed off. 

      “I was trying to explain, I was try-”

      “Yeah, I heard the story inside, what an ass move Atkins!” Tony slowly lift me up and over his shoulders.

      “No, NOO, just leave me there to die, leave me there to rot because there is nothing anymore nothing.” I scream while tears are streaming down my face. Tony places me in the back of his Mustang.

       Jeff sat there trembling, what the hell did he do. He never thought Y/N felt that way. He didn’t know he was capable of making someone feel like that.

      I just lay there crying and wanting to just sleep for the rest of my life. Tony unlocks my door. My parents are still asleep even over the loud noise I’m making. Tony lays me in bed and leaves a glass of water next to me. What am I going to do Monday

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I’ve Got You (part 1)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Future Smut (??)

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too often. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16,

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BTS Reaction to getting asked about their idol girlfriend in an interview

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“So how often do you get to see y/n?” The interview asks directed at Yoongi. It caught him by surprise to hear your name so his head snapped up and all the boys started chuckling to themselves. It took him a while to process what had been asked to him but it didn’t take him long to reply. “As often as possible. We tend to try to take the same days off and go on our breaks together. If we can’t we see each other around the building a lot” Yoongi replied sighing slightly and all the boys nodded agreeing.

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jimin hadn’t really been able to say anything about in any of their interviews so he was excited and nervous to talk about you. He’s always been told to keep you quiet until both of your companies were on the same page and comfortable with your images being intertwined with each others. “Ah Jimin, is it hard to be here in Seoul while y/n is on a world tour?” The question hit Jimin hard because he was actually having a hard time not being able to see you at all. He was used to seeing you on his breaks and in passing and now that you were staying in a different country before finishing tour but he nothing other than supportive. 
“I definitely miss her but I’m so proud of how far she’s come and how she’s doing!” Jimin smiled and moved to the edge of his seat excited to talk about you but it was obvious that he felt strongly about you was proud but missed you more than anything.

Originally posted by yoonmin


He came into the interview expecting a question about you so he wouldn’t be thrown off guard. As he sat down he know it would only take a couple of minutes before your name was mentioned and he was right. “Jungkook, What is y/n like when she isn’t working?” Te interviewer asked and he was surprised at the question. “Wow, well, First of I think Idols are always working but when we are not in the public eye she is the exact same. A soft little fluff who has a lot of sass” he replies with a huge smile.

Originally posted by theseoks


Hoseok was more than excited to get asked about you. He was always ready to answer a question but more than not they’d always talk about the boys first and run out of time. Hoseok was happy to talk about his friends and his work but he loved to show you off. “Hoseok must have heard previews of y/n’s music. What did you think of it?” Hoseok smiled, you and him had written a few songs on your newest album together and this was a great time to talk about you.
“Well, y/n and I wrote a few songs on her album together! She’s got an amazing voice and she’s so good at writing as well!” Hoseok smiled and couldn’t help but bounce as he spoke about you. He finally got the chance to say something about you and he couldn’t be happier to show you off.

Originally posted by jhope-shi


Jin was worried about getting asked about you. He didn’t know what he could say and we couldn’t say yet. So his head was going through a lot of answers for different questions hoping that it would be a very easy question but of course no question was easy. “How is y/n, Jin?” as soon as the question was asked he sighed knowing this was the easiest question he could get. “Working hard and very tired but still keeping up her happy spirit.”

Originally posted by leafeonjpeg


Namjoon knew that you were stressed out due to your company and your comeback coming up fast and that all he could think about because he was worried about you. He was worried that he would let it slip that you were stressed if he was asked about you so he hoped he wasn’t. Just this time he hoped they wouldn’t bring you up so he could wouldn’t slip and upset the company or you. “Namjoon, y/n has a comeback coming soon. How are you feeling about her comeback?” Namjoon tensed knowing he couldn’t slip up or the company may do something. 
“She’s working so hard and her newest album is absolutely amazing it was released this morning! I’m so proud and I can’t wait to see her preform!” Namjoon relaxed and smiled to himself all that he said was true and he didn’t slip! 

Originally posted by taehyyungs


Tae would love it whenever he could asked about you. Finally being able to show you off and to claim you as his to the public. He was waiting for a question about you to arise and he was getting very impatient. He leg was bouncing as he tried to control and distract himself. “V, So how busy is y/n preparing for her comeback?” The interviewer asked and sighed out of relief. “She is so hard working. She spends days in the studio or the dance studio rehearsing with and without the rest of the group. i barely see her but I understand that this comes first” Tae smiles at the interviewer.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Wow, seems like me and Admin Happy are today’s top pairing haha!

-Admin Kira and Admin Happy

The Key To Happiness

Originally posted by jeonggukk

‘To think that something was in there, sealed off in the safety of its                                                                             mother’s womb was baffling to Jungkook.’   

Featuring: Jungkook (bts)
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 1,602


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Via SNS [Part 1]

Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Word Count: 2246

Genre: Fluff

Part 2 

“Oh Yugyeom loves Y/N. He is obsessed with her,” Jinyoung teased. A shy smile pulled at Yugyeom’s lips and his ears tinged red with embarrassment.

“No, I am not,” he whined cutely, in your opinion.

“Come on. Yes you are,” Jinyoung continued.

“She is my favorite artist. I will leave it at that,” Yugyeom said, trying to drop the conversation.

That is when Jackson butted in and said, “We all know that she is your ideal type so don’t even deny it.”

The beginning of the friendship between you and Yugyeom was a strange one. It all started when you received a tidal wave of mentions on Twitter and thousands of comments on Instagram all about this guy named Yugyeom. The comments consisted of oh my god! yugyeom @yu_gyeom loves you! follow him please! and @yu_geom says you are his favorite artist!! two worlds colliding! both of you are my favorites!!!! love you guys!! <3 :0. After days and days of receiving these comments you finally decided to check out who this Yugyeom kid was. So, the first thing you did was browse through his Instagram account. “Wow, this man is seriously good looking,” you thought to yourself as you scrolled through the dozens of selfies he had posted. After reading some of the captions to his posts you gathered that Yugyeom was part of some boy group called Got7.

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Originally posted by tahyns

summary: what in the world would make the best racer out there to give up his passion?
pairing: yoongi x reader
word count: 1.8k
content: racer!yoongi and a serious heartache
a/n: i broke my head and my heart while writing this but also so proud??? huge thanks to @haljorda-n and @seoulscapes for putting up with my despair helping me out with this one, i swear i’ll make up for you guys some day.

“Is that all?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed to his forehead as he analyzed the man in front of him. If Yoongi was nervous, no one could tell. His relaxed posture  while looking around made it seem like he was doing Namjoon a favor, not the other way around. “You’ve been gone for weeks and ‘doing things’ is really the only piece of explanation you give as you ask me for a spot on this race?”

“That’s the only explanation you need.” he shrugged, his eyes never failing to portrait his confidence. “Am I in or not?”

Namjoon had all the reasons in the world to be suspicious but he was not dumb. Min Yoongi collected several ups and downs and had a difficult personality himself but if he said he could race, the first place had already a banner with his name. He was the best pilot in town and people still couldn’t understand why other people would want to compete with him knowing they didn’t stand a chance - that’s how good he was.

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Request: “Could you do a Alec imagine of being Izzy’s parabati and best friend since childhood and Izzy talks you into going on a double date with her and Simon and Raphael because she knows both you and Alec need a push to make a move and she knows Alec knows Raphael has a thing for you which will make him extra jealous?? And you can’t deny you didn’t have a good time because Raphael is nice once you get past his layers of undead doucheness and you both were sarcastic snarky brats the whole date??”

This has been sitting in my drafts for ages so I decided to finally post it.


Word Count: 1384

Clothes, shoes and a range of other items Izzy deemed ‘necessities’ lay scattered across the entirety of my bedroom floor like that first, crisp layer of freshly fallen snow, or perhaps a more accurate description would be that it looked as though the heavens had unleashed an almighty roar and sent waves of snow cascading down in an avalanche.  In reality, Izzy had come barrelling into my room, her arms laden down with a rainbow of fabrics and all sorts of beautifying concoctions that I couldn’t even name.  Somehow or other, I had allowed myself to be convinced into going on a date with Raphael.

I knew I shouldn’t have let Izzy talk me into it.  It was a crazy idea from the start, and I had somehow, foolishly let her convince me that I was doing this to help her out, and that things weren’t the other way round.  It was just so hard to argue with her perfect,well formed, valid arguments.  I mean, really, what reason was there for me not to go?  Apart from the obvious one which was that it would be a date with a vampire, but Izzy had managed to counter that argument faster than those superhuman bloodsuckers could run.  The one and only good reason I had for not going, was that I liked Alec.  I really liked Alec if I was being honest with myself… but Izzy didn’t know that.  Or at least I sincerely hoped that she didn’t.

Sneaking out of the institute was going to be near impossible.  Sneaking out of the institute without our absence going unnoticed was going to require divine intervention.  I didn’t know how Izzy managed it on a regular basis, especially with those terrifying high heels she always wore. Izzy had insisted that I wear something she picked out, and Izzy could be pretty stubborn when she wanted to be.  I supposed it was a Lightwood trait, it was definitely a huge contributor to all of the arguments she had with her brothers.  Her brothers.  If Alec caught us out here he would definitely kill us, if I didn’t die of embarrassment first.  Perhaps I would just sink down through the ground once and for all into my own grave.

Somehow, we made it out.  That wasn’t to say that we would make it back in, because I certainly wasn’t sure about that, but I was sure that Izzy would be able to sweet talk her way out of almost anything.  Or sweet talk somebody else into almost anything.  Like how she sweet talked me, into going on a date, with a vampire, with Raphael.

To be fair to Raphael, he wasn’t an awful date.  Sure, he could be snarky and sarcastic as hell, and had had a good few lifetimes to perfect the art of the perfect comeback, but that didn’t mean he was worse than me.  One of the good things about this constant bickering was that I think it made Izzy regret her decision to invite me along just a little bit.  I caught her rolling her eyes at Simon more than a couple of times throughout our meal at Takis Diner.  Especially when we first walked in.  
“Well hello there darling.”  Raphael had practically purred, his eyes crinkling with mirth as his lips tugged to the side in a smirk in reaction to the glare I shot his way.  
“Hi.”  I replied, stiff as a robot.  Simon stifled a laugh as he reached out to embrace Izzy in a warm hug.  
Raphael offered me a pout, his arms outstretched.  “Hey!  Where’s my hug?”  
“Same place as that Shax demon I banished yesterday, would you like to join it?”   
“I’m beginning to think that might be a better idea than this date.”  
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
“Can’t you two be nice to each other for one night?”  Izzy interjected with a frown and a sharp glare. 

As it turned out, the answer was no.  Whilst we weren’t being serious, or at least not entirely with our insults and snippy snide comments, they did carry on for the rest of the night.  They continued through the meal itself, while I watched, with morbid fascination as Raphael and Simon both drank glasses of blood.  “Something the matter dear?”
“Just wondering how that stuff can possibly be appealing to you.”  I frowned, glancing at the deep red liquid.  
“Don’t worry darling, I’d much rather be drinking your blood.”  This was said with a deep breath in, which got him exactly the reaction he had desired.  With my fists clenching around my cutlery I managed to snap back with sickly sweetness.  “Well don’t you worry either sweetheart, I’d much rather be spilling your blood.  Guess we can’t all have what we want.”  
“I have to agree, I certainly don’t think I’ll be getting any -”
“Hm-hmm.”  Simon cleared his throat with a meaningful glance towards Raphael who sighed, leaning back with his drink in hand and a roll of his eyes. 
The bickering also continued along the walk home, although I did notice that as the night wore on, and we spoke more, chatted more, I began to like him more.  Not like like him, I was still head over heels for Alec, but I couldn’t deny that Raphael could be a nice guy.  When he wanted to be.  Or maybe it was just that I had wanted to see it before, or hadn’t looked close enough, hadn’t read between his sarcastic lines.  Either way, for somebody who was dead, he certainly managed to make me feel alive.  He managed to make me laugh and smile, and warm up to him little by little, right up until the moment Alec met us at the institute gates with a scowl to rival them all.  

Simon and Raphael got the message straight away, and scurried off into the night, leaving Izzy and I to approach a gently fuming Alec with dread curling in the pits of our stomachs.  “Heey.”  I greeted as I swung open the gate.  “Fancy seeing you here!” 
“Fancy not seeing you two here!  For the last 2 hours!  Where the hell have you been?  And why were you with that bloodsucker?!”  I took note of how when Alec said that, how he didn’t use the plural.  He was referring to Raphael, and Raphael alone.  
“We were on a date.”  Said Izzy with care.  
“A date?!”  Alec all but roared.  “With a vampire?!”  He was looking straight at me now, and I got the distinct feeling that I was the person his anger was directed towards.  Or perhaps it wasn’t quite anger.  Was it jealousy I was detecting?  “Do you have any idea-”
“It was my idea.”  Izzy butted in, her tone as pointed as her stiletto heals.  Hurt and a hint of betrayal flashed across Alec’s face.  
“Why?”  To me, he directed his next comment.  “I’m sorry she dragged you into that then, although you seemed to be having a very nice time.”  Was I imagining things?  To me, it sounded like jealousy, for sure.  
“I did have a very nice time, but I can assure you it won’t be happening again.  Raphael is nice, he’s funny, but I don’t see him that way.”  
“Oh.”  He seemed to pause to collect his thoughts.  “Well, that’s, good to know I guess.  But, why did you go on a date with him in the first place if you didn’t think of him that way?  You know he likes you-”
“Wait, what?”  
“And,”  Alec carried on regardless, “I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just ask somebody you do think of that way.”  Alec’s fists were now clenching and un-clenching at his sides as his eyes darted about.  He was thinking about something.  And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was jealous, which meant maybe this would be a good time to finally say what I had been thinking for a while.  
“Maybe I wasn’t sure he thought of me the same way.”
“Yeah, well you’ll never know if you don’t ask.”
“Okay then Alec, will you go out with me?”  For once Alec seemed entirely lost for words.  He nodded, still not uttering a single word, even as his mouth opened and closed while Izzy danced beside me.

Dubsmash Wars

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Request: hey Grant Gustin one shot? Where you and him have a dubsmash war (like the one the Marvel actors did and you both post them on Twitter and all the fans ship it and then you end it with a really cute one of both of you and everyone just really loves you together?

Notes: I’ve never experienced what the logistics of Dubsmash are so some of the technical things might be wrong. Otherwise I hope this was kind of what you were looking for, there are only a few ‘dubsmashes’ because otherwise this would be super long hahah. Hope you enjoy!

Y/F/N is “Your friend’s name”

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Take Care [Suho x Reader]

theme: suho x reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: none
word count: 1.8k
a/n: @bomsenpai hope you enjoy this! I haven’t written junmyeon before, so I hope i got his character right. Also I realised I misread your request (I think?). I’m sorry. 

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I’m Here With You // Jaebum

Originally posted by jaebuvm

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff // A tiny bit of angst?

Summary; You are also an idol and you are dating Jaebum. He gets asked during an interview after recovering from a herniated disk in his back if he has a girlfriend - what will happen?

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Who I Was. (A Got7 Fanfic) Pt.3

Originally posted by jack777

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.4 , Pt.5

I had gotten out of the shower, and dried myself off with a towel. I had forgotten to take my clothes in, and only had the towel wrapped around my body. I quickly made my way to Jackson’s room, hearing the tv on in the living room, as I passed. I figured it was Jackson and Harper, since everyone else had gone to bed.

“Hey, Jackson, I’m gonna borrow some more clothes.” I said, loud enough for them to hear. I walked into the bedroom, and practically screamed when I saw Mark sitting on the bed. I’m sure his face reflected mine, we were both in shock.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here, sorry!” I said, trying to leave the room, but forgetting the door was closed, making me run into it. My towel slipped down a bit, and I almost lost hold of it. “God dammit.” I said, slightly freaking out.

Mark laughed, and covered his eyes in a joking manner. “It’s not a big deal.” He said, standing up, and walking to the door, handing me a shirt from Jackson’s closet. “Sora kicked me out of the room, and Jackson and Harper are on the couch, so I came in here…” He trailed off, looking at the ground, but quickly looked back up, since down was me in a towel. “Um, I’m just gonna let you get changed.” He said, his face turning red.

I got changed quickly, and made my way to the living room where everyone else was. 

“Look, just apologize to her.” Jackson said, facing Mark. I sat on the chair beside the couch, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. 

“Why? It’s not really my fault. It was a dare. Plus, she made out with someone else too, so we’re even.” Mark shrugged, leaning back in his seat.

“Just go do it. Be the bigger man here. She’s your girlfriend dude.” Jackson said.

Mark let out a sigh, and stood up. “Fine.” He said, making his way to his room.

~Mark’s P.O.V~

I hate to say it, but Jackson is right. I need to apologize and be the bigger man in this situation. 

I walked into my shared room with Sora, and saw her laying in the bed, back facing me. 

“Hey, are you asleep?” I ask, softly. She rolled over to face me, but didn’t look at me. 

I walked over to the bed, and sat down beside her, I tried to rub her back to comfort her, but he pulled away from my touch.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I said, sighing. “It was just a dare… I didn’t think you’d get so upset…”  I say apologetically. Sora fully turned to face me, and sat up.

“Well, I did.” She said, anger evident in her voice. 

“I won’t do it again.” I said, trying desperately to get her to forgive me.

“Were you planning to?” She asked, giving me a look.

“No! You don’t need to be jealous. (Y/N)’s cool and all, but I’m dating you. I’m not planning on leaving you anytime soon.” I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, making her smile. 

“You better not.” She said.

I smile, and kissed her cheek. “I won’t, I promise.” I say. “Can I sleep in here now?” I asked, hopeful, putting on my best pouty face.

“Of course you can.” She laughed, pressing a short kiss on my lips.

~Your P.O.V~

   I left early in the morning, to go open the dance studio. It would’ve been a peaceful day, until Jackson texted me as soon as I sat down at home, telling me to come over. I sigh, and push myself off the couch, knowing that if I would’ve ignored him or said no, he’d just pester me the rest of the day. It seems like I won’t have a day to myself anymore.

I knocked on the door to the boys’ dorm, and the door opened, revealing a very blonde Mark.

“Oh! Hey, I thought Jackson would open the door.” I said, not being able to take my eyes off his hair. “Your hair… It’s so… Blonde.” I said, trying to stay nonchalant.

“Yeah, do you like it?” Mark asks, smiling.

“Um, well…” I say, trailing off.

“Dammit, Sora said it looked good.” Mark said, sighing, and pulling out his phone. “I’ll call my stylist.” 

“Don’t call your stylist! Are they the ones that did this to you?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.

“I’m afraid so.” He says, putting his phone to his ear. I quickly took the phone away from him, and hung it up.

“I’ll do your hair.” I say, handing the phone back to him.

“You? No offense, but do you even know how to do hair?” He asked, a bit skeptical. 

“Do you think dancing alone pays the bills? I studied cosmetology in college, and I worked as a hairdresser back home.” I said, already taking him to the bathroom. I looked through the drawers, and found the stash of hair dye. “Wow… How much hair dye do you need?” I asked, looking at all the options. 

“We dye our hair a lot…” Mark said, crouching down beside me, and looking as well. 

“I see that.” I say, picking up a bottle. “How about red?” I asked, holding up the bottle so he could see.

“Already did red.” He said, shaking his head.

We looked for another three minutes, until we finally decided on dirty blonde. That way, he’d still be blonde, just not that bleach blonde he was trying to pull. 

“Now we wait.” I say, after putting the dye in his hair. 

“Hey, (Y/N)! Mark! Get in here!” Jackson yelled from the livingroom. 

“What’s up?” I asked, making my way to where we were being called.

“We have an announcement to make!” He said, with a big smile on his face.

“You proposed to Harper? Isn’t it a little early? I mean, I’m happy for you but-” 

Jackson cut me off, giving me a weird look. “Where’d you get that idea from?” He asked, shaking his head. “You know what, nevermind. The real announcement! Is!” Jackson stalled. 

“Just tell us.” Sora laughed.

“Got7 is officially going on another US tour! And the best part is, you girls get to come with us!” He announced. “(Y/N), I know what you’re thinking. ‘But I have to run the studio.’” He mimicked my voice.

“I do not talk like that.” 

“Well, lucky you! We aren’t going until a few months from now, so you have plenty of time to figure that out.” He said, excitedly.

“This is huge!” Sora said, hugging Mark. 

“I’m proud of you guys. Another US tour is amazing!” Harper said, smiling.

“Who’s going to run my studio?” I asked, trying not to be the downer of the group.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure JYP won’t mind us borrowing a choreographer for a few weeks.” Jackson said, giving me a side hug.

“Also, what about Twice? Our comeback is in a few months, and the promotions will be here in Korea.” Sora said, suddenly upset. 

“Maybe it’ll work out, and you’ll be able to come.” Harper says, reassuringly. 

I looked over at Mark, and remembered he had hair dye in his hair, and almost freaked out. “We need to wash this out of your hair before your hair turns orange.” I say, tugging him to the bathroom. 

I could feel Sora’s eyes on me, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I shook it off, however, and washed Mark’s hair in the sink, blow drying it after. I presented him to everyone else, after I approved of the color. 

“Ta-da! Aren’t I amazing?” I said, admiring his new hair.

“It certainly looks much better.” Harper said, clapping for me.

“Much.” Jackson agreed. 

“Wow, thanks guys.” Mark said, sarcastically. 

I looked at the time on my phone, and sighed. “Well, it’s been fun, but I have to get home.” I say.

“What? But we haven’t got to hang out!” Jackson whined, putting on a pouty face. 

“I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow. I have to wake up really early, so I can’t stay up too late tonight.” I say, starting to leave.

“Thanks for helping with my hair.” Mark waved.

I waved back, and left the dorm, making my way to my apartment.

~~ Time skip a few days later~~

~Jackson’s P.O.V~

Harper and I were out on a date. I was trying to enjoy my time with her, but I had something on my mind, that I had to bring up to her.

“Have you heard from (Y/N) since the other night?” I asked, a little concerned. She said she’d be back the next day, but she never showed. She didn’t even answer her phone.

“No, I haven’t.” She said, taking a bite of her food.

“I’ve been texting her, and calling her, but she hasn’t been answering. I bet she’s at that damn studio.” I say, a little annoyed. All she ever talks about anymore is that studio. I’m happy that she finally saved up enough to start a dance company, but still. 

“Maybe you should go check on her?” Harper suggests.

“Well, we’re on a date, so I’m going to stay with you… Maybe I can just get Mark to go check on her.” I say. I was a little hesitant to send Mark, since Sora doesn’t really like him being with (Y/N) on his own, but who else will do it? Sora and her aren’t really friends, and the rest of the boys can’t speak English, so it’ll be awkward… 

I shrug it off, and text Mark, sending him the address to the studio. Once he texted me, saying he was on it, I let out a sigh of relief, and went back to my date with Harper.

~~ Mark’s P.O.V~~

“Knock knock.” I knocked on the door to the room (Y/N) was in. I looked around, and saw that no one else was here. I didn’t hear an answer, so I just opened the door and let myself in. “Hey, I brought food. Jackson’s been trying to get a hold of you.” I say, upon seeing her sitting on the ground. I sat the bag of food down, and crouched beside her.

“Hm? Oh, my phone must’ve died.” She said, a little out of it. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking around the room. “Have you been sleeping here?” 

“I’m fine… I haven’t really slept though.” She says, tiredly. “There’s so much I have to work on, I haven’t had time to sleep for the past couple of days.” She didn’t sound well at all.

“A couple of days?” I said, surprised.

“Yeah. I need to get back to work.” She tried to stand, but almost fell over. I caught her, and held her up so I wouldn’t. 

“You need rest. C’mon, I’ll take you home.” I said, helping her to her feet. 

“No, no. It’s okay.” She said, trying to walk on her own. 

“It’s obviously not okay. You need to sleep.” I protested.

“Can we go somewhere else then? Not my apartment.” She asked, looking up at me.

“Like where?” I asked.


We walked to a park, I carried me on my back most of the way there, and she held the bag of food I brought. 

I sat her down in a grassy area, and began taking out the food. We ate, and talked about random things, getting to know each other. After a while, I noticed she started drifting off to sleep landing on my shoulder. I could tell she tried to stop herself, but failed. I let her sleep for a bit, as I packed up the lunch as well as I could without waking her. I got her on my back, and carry her back to the dorms.

“Thanks for letting me know you found her!” Jackson yelled, sarcastically as we walked into the dorm, (Y/N) still on my back. 

“Can you not yell? You’ll wake her up.” I said, putting her down on the couch. “She hasn’t slept in a few days.” I explained. 

“Jesus, she takes this studio thing way too seriously.” Jackson complained, shaking his head. He put a cover over her, and stood back, watching as she slept. 

“Well, it is something she really enjoys doing. It’s important to her.” I say, sighing. 

“It sounds like you’re in love with her or something.” Jackson laughs.

I hit him on the arm, and give him a look. “I do not.. Let’s let her sleep.” 

Jaehyun Prince!AU Part 2

I finished it! I had fun writing this even though I’m not very satisfied with it. The last part was a little bit rushed, sorry. I just realized it’s way past my bedtime but I wanted to finish it, so here it is. Sorry if there’s a lot of grammar mistakes. Like I said, it’s way past my bed time. I’d read this and edit the grammatical error when I have the time! It took a long time to post this one, since my teachers decided to give me a pile of projects to finish before finals.

Currently have some requests in my inbox and I’ll do that when I finish my finals which is in a week. Feel free to leave in more request and also comments for my writing. Hope you enjoy!

The Royal Sweetheart (2767 words)
Genre: Angst, Fluff


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If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 24

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 24 - Struggling

You and Jungkook run into each other again, after a long time apart.

Word Count: 4.8k (of 73k)

A/N: This chapter begins six years after Ch. 23. Also, I make up a fictional girl group in this chapter. I thought using a real girl group would be too distracting from the main story.

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